Tricks Of Passion

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Chapter 16

I looked over in my bed, seeing Jax sleeping soundlessly and shirtless next to me. He looked so much like an angel. Who would think he’s actually the cruelest person ever? I held my head in my hands, still trying to process the events that took place last night.

Flashback

I sighed, dropping the remote on my bed. Sundays never had any good shows on, especially not at night. This could be a sign that I need to sleep. It was already eleven and I had to be up at seven. I guess I was still in shock that Jax wanted me to come in Monday. His sudden change of heart made me nervous. Did he want me to just work as his assistant? Or was I going back to play my part?

My phone started ringing making me frown, who was calling this late? Picking it up I frowned at the unknown number flashing across my screen. Should I answer it? What if it’s a serial killer? Serial killers don’t usually call their victims though. “Hello?”

“Is this uh...what’s her name?” There was a mumbled response in the background. “Sabrina?” More mumbling. “Sorry I mean Sophia?”

“This is she, may I ask who’s calling?” And what the hell did they want.

“Uh this is the bartender down at Bj’s. A friend of yours has had a little too much to drink. I don’t think it’d be smart for them to drive home.” I sighed, only one person has bars calling me. But why was she out drinking? She had work just like me.

“I’m on my way.”

***
Pulling up to the bar made me even more confused. This wasn’t Aly’s type of hangout spot. Was she going through something and didn’t want to tell me?

Getting out of the car I marched up to the door feeling a bit exposed. I was in my Mickey Mouse pajamas with the slippers that matched. I was planning to just get in and out, there was no reason to dress up. Plus, I was heading to bed right after this.

After pushing through several bodies and ignoring a few comments I finally made it to the bar, but Aly was nowhere in sight. “Hey!” I called out to the bartender.

He walked over. “Can I help you?”

“Where’s my friend? The one you called about?” Recognition flashed across his face briefly.

“Oh, he wandered off to the bathroom.”

I stiffened at his words. “He?” I wasn’t here to pick up a he.

“Yeah, there he is now.”

I turned slowly fearing who I’d see. I didn’t have many male friends, really only Brad was my friend. Was it him that called?

The shocked that filled my body when I finally saw who could’ve put me in a coma. “Jax?”

He stumbled over to me. “Sophie? What are you doing here?” He slurred.

“You had the bartender call me.” I didn’t bother correcting him on my name, he’s clearly shit faced.

There was nothing but confusion in his eyes. “Oh,” I flinched when he reached out, curling his finger in the strap of my pajamas. “Nice outfit.” He let his finger trail the length of my strap, stopping right above my breast. His hand was warm against my flesh, making me forget why I was here.

“Why did you call me? Why not one of your workers?”

“You are one of my workers.” He answered like I should’ve already known that. Like all of this should already make sense.

“I meant…never mind.” I made my way through the crowd, trying to figure out how to deal with this situation. Jax was stumbling so much I had to stop and help him. He threw an arm around my shoulder, I practically carried him out the club from that point. “God you’re heavy.”

He smirked at me. “It’s probably my dick.” My cheeks burned, I quickly broke eye contact with him. He was such a pervert.

Opening my car door for him I waited until he climbed in. “Where’s your car?” I asked him once I was settled in the driver’s seat.

“I had my driver come get it.”

“Why didn’t he get you too?” He shrugged, resting his head on the window. I sighed, “How do I get to your house from here?”

“No.” he responded, his eyes closed tightly.

“No?” I didn’t have all night playing the guessing game with him.

“I’m not going home.”

“Then where am I dropping you off? Although I do suggest you go home.” I started my car up.

“Why can’t I go to your place?”

My eyes widened. “Because…because,” I sputtered not able to think of an excuse. Even though I had many in my head. Why would he suggest my place?

“I can just crash on the couch.” He pressed.

“I-I don’t think that’s appropriate.”

“Why not?”

“You’re my boss…” It was a weak excuse and even he knew that. I mean I wasn’t saying that when we were making out in the back of his limo. I sighed, pulling off the club lot.


I couldn’t help the nerves going through my body as I unlocked the front door with Jax behind me. It's not like this is his first time here, but still. He hasn’t spoken a word since I started driving here, which made me even more nervous. Why was he being so quiet? Did he even know where he was? “I’ll go get you a blanket.” I mumbled sprinting off. I dug through my closet trying to find a cover big enough for him. Once done with that task, I tried to decide which pillow to give him. My fluffy one? Or the cold one? I decided on the fluffy one since he’ll be on the hard couch. Climbing to the top of the bed I grabbed my fluffy pillow, backing up.

I jerked in surprise when my butt hit something hard. I flipped around on my butt, seeing Jax standing at the end of my bed. “What are you doing?”

He just stared at me. “It’s cold out there.”

“I was just about- hey!” He fell heavily on my bed, making me bounce slightly. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Shh.” He threw an arm over his eyes as he laid still on his back.

“Don’t shush me,” I pushed him, he didn’t budge. “The couch is calling you.” I pushed him again, nothing. Did he fall asleep? Leaning over I tried to peek under his arm. How can someone fall- I shrieked when an arm wrapped around my body, pulling me on top of him.

“It’s creepy to stare at someone when they’re sleeping.” He mumbled, watching me. I tried to pull myself off him, but he had me in a tight grip.

“I was just trying to see if you were woke, let me go!”

“Why? You don’t like being on top of me?” His hand traveled down my body, across my back. “because I for one, like you on top.” I jumped when his hand palmed my ass. “A lot.”

“This is beyond inappropriate!” I squirmed some more. “Let me go or I’ll scream.” I started beating on his chest. This is why you don’t invite nutcases to your house.

“Hmm.” He suddenly flipped us over so that I was pinned under him. A breath of air left my mouth as I stared up at him and he looked down at me. His hair was a mess and his eyes were bloodshot, reminding me that he was drunk. “Then I’ll keep you from screaming.” What?

In one swift motion his lips descended on mine. I froze in shock as he pressed his lips against mine. Oh my gosh! He was kissing me. Do I kiss him back? But he’s drunk. Which means he probably won’t remember this in the morning.

Making up my mind I returned his kiss, which seemed to make him happy. He wedged my legs apart, placing himself between them. Causing me to feel how happy he really was. He licked my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I opened happily for him, moaning when his tongue slid in my mouth.

This was so wrong, I shouldn’t be taking advantage of him while he’s drunk. He’s clearly not in his right mind and probably thinks I’m someone else, considering I'm not his type. That thought brought my kissing to a halt. Oh my gosh, what if he did think I was someone else? Like the lady from the movie theater.

I pulled away from him, eyes wide in horror. He leaned back, I assumed he was about to get off me. Boy was I wrong. He reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head.

I unfortunately couldn't stop my eyes from drinking in every inch of him, I’d be a fool not to look. Dear lord he has an eight pack, muscles in all the right places. My eyes traveled lower, I licked my lips seeing the v line heading down. “Like what you see?” My eyes snapped to his as he watched me.

“Uh…” It took me a moment to realize my legs were wrapped around his waist. When did that happen? I dropped them, scooting back against the headboard. “You should get some rest. On the couch.” I clarified.

He frowned at me, clearly not understanding why I didn’t want to continue our make-out session. “I’m not sleeping on the couch.”

“Yes, you are.”

He shook his head, reaching for the buttons of his jeans. Why was he reaching for his jeans? “It’s too lumpy.” I watched as he slipped them off, leaving himself in just boxer briefs. I averted my eyes when I saw his member straining against the fabric. God he was huge.

“We agreed that you were sleeping on the couch.” The bed jolted as he made himself comfortable next to me.

“I never agreed.” I glared at him. He still didn’t have a shirt on. I grabbed the blanket, pulling it up over the top half of his body blushing. He smirked at me. “Does my body disgust you Ms. Deblanco?” Even drunk he was annoying.

“You’re the one that said you’ll sleep on it!”

“Did I? I changed my mind. It’s too far.” He closed his eyes and I just sat there. Was he serious? Looking at my bedside clock it read two a.m. meaning I didn’t have all night trying to get him out of my bed. Sighing I started to make myself comfortable. “Night Ms. Deblanco.”

“Screw you.”

Flashback Over

I still didn’t understand why he called me. But I was going to get to the bottom of it the moment he woke up. Right after I find the idiot some pain killers and water.

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