won ’ t tell if you don ’ t. ” Hope said
rising to her feet, her smile once again in place; sure that Jason had not been
serious in his rejection of her. “ It will be
our little secret, your wedding present to me, how does that sound? ”
“ This woman has got to be kidding ” Jason mumbled under his breath. “ Are you for real, did you hear anything I
just said? ”
“ Come on Jason, it ’ s okay, I don ’ t mind
working for it. As for your type darling, I know I ’ m your type. I am everybody ’ s type, and I ’ ve seen you
with more models than the full count at Paris fashion week. ”
Exasperated,
he decided to spell it out to her one last time before he picked her up and
tossed her out of his house. There was no way this woman was going to marry his
friend; he wouldn ’ t wish this
duplicitous witch on his worst enemy.
“ Okay, Lady Dumb Ass, I ’ m going to say it one last time. I – do – not – want – you. I have not wanted you in the past,
I don ’ t want you now and I
will not want you in the future. Do you get it now? ”
Hope
blinked rapidly at what she was hearing, realization slowly seeping into her
mind that she may have just gambled and lost. Fucking Jason would have been a
blast but she had no intentions of losing Steve. To cover her back the bitch
took over.
“ I suppose next you ’ re going to tell me that you prefer
someone like Aviva over me. ”
“ Yes ma ’ am, you would be completely right on that score. ” Jason replied without hesitation.
Hope had
seen the budding attraction between them, anyone with eyes could see the way he
had been all over Aviva at the party last night, and they had left together.
After looking in her room and being unable to find her a feeling of vexation
had assailed her to the point of wanting to rush into Jason ’ s room and demand that Aviva couldn ’ t have him. She was on her way to do just
that when Steve had appeared and asked her what she was doing. She told him she
was going to check with Jason if Aviva was okay. Steve had given her an odd
look and told her to leave them alone. Realizing that insisting would only
raise suspicion on Steve ’ s part; she
had reluctantly retraced her steps towards her room, keeping her back to him as
the jealousy running through her was still clearly written on her face. By the
time she reached her room the jealousy still remained, but her face was now a
mask of serenity. Turning to Steve she had bid him goodnight with a light kiss
to his lips. She had had the forethought of getting his consent to spend their
last night before their wedding in separate rooms under the pretense of
tradition. Steve had said he understood, hence his bid of goodnight at her room
and not his suite. Kissing her lips one last time, he had left.
Hope had
made sure she would not be spending the night with Steve as she had every
intention of spending it with Jason. It now looked as though that was not going
to happen. However she had to be sure. Hope had waited for ten minutes then
made her way back to Jason ’ s suite.
Opening the door she had silently made her way across the sitting room to his
bedroom door and turned the handle. There she had seen them lying together
asleep, Jason curled spoon fashion around Aviva ’ s body. Silently she had withdrawn the sleeping figures never
knowing of her intrusion. Back in her room she had given vent to her anger by
ripping apart the three-thousand dollar outfit she had bought to begin her
honeymoon.
Returning
to the present and still in bitch mode, Hope concluded she had to do something
to ensure Jason remained quiet about what had just taken place. Deciding within
the space of one breath that if Jason King loved Steve Blackman so much, then
he couldn ’ t have him,
she would sever their bond if it was the last thing she did. “ I ’ m going to tell Steve you made a pass at me, and when I rebuffed
you, you tried to rape me. ”
Jason was
so enraged at her words a
rising to her feet, her smile once again in place; sure that Jason had not been
serious in his rejection of her. “ It will be
our little secret, your wedding present to me, how does that sound? ”
“ This woman has got to be kidding ” Jason mumbled under his breath. “ Are you for real, did you hear anything I
just said? ”
“ Come on Jason, it ’ s okay, I don ’ t mind
working for it. As for your type darling, I know I ’ m your type. I am everybody ’ s type, and I ’ ve seen you
with more models than the full count at Paris fashion week. ”
Exasperated,
he decided to spell it out to her one last time before he picked her up and
tossed her out of his house. There was no way this woman was going to marry his
friend; he wouldn ’ t wish this
duplicitous witch on his worst enemy.
“ Okay, Lady Dumb Ass, I ’ m going to say it one last time. I – do – not – want – you. I have not wanted you in the past,
I don ’ t want you now and I
will not want you in the future. Do you get it now? ”
Hope
blinked rapidly at what she was hearing, realization slowly seeping into her
mind that she may have just gambled and lost. Fucking Jason would have been a
blast but she had no intentions of losing Steve. To cover her back the bitch
took over.
“ I suppose next you ’ re going to tell me that you prefer
someone like Aviva over me. ”
“ Yes ma ’ am, you would be completely right on that score. ” Jason replied without hesitation.
Hope had
seen the budding attraction between them, anyone with eyes could see the way he
had been all over Aviva at the party last night, and they had left together.
After looking in her room and being unable to find her a feeling of vexation
had assailed her to the point of wanting to rush into Jason ’ s room and demand that Aviva couldn ’ t have him. She was on her way to do just
that when Steve had appeared and asked her what she was doing. She told him she
was going to check with Jason if Aviva was okay. Steve had given her an odd
look and told her to leave them alone. Realizing that insisting would only
raise suspicion on Steve ’ s part; she
had reluctantly retraced her steps towards her room, keeping her back to him as
the jealousy running through her was still clearly written on her face. By the
time she reached her room the jealousy still remained, but her face was now a
mask of serenity. Turning to Steve she had bid him goodnight with a light kiss
to his lips. She had had the forethought of getting his consent to spend their
last night before their wedding in separate rooms under the pretense of
tradition. Steve had said he understood, hence his bid of goodnight at her room
and not his suite. Kissing her lips one last time, he had left.
Hope had
made sure she would not be spending the night with Steve as she had every
intention of spending it with Jason. It now looked as though that was not going
to happen. However she had to be sure. Hope had waited for ten minutes then
made her way back to Jason ’ s suite.
Opening the door she had silently made her way across the sitting room to his
bedroom door and turned the handle. There she had seen them lying together
asleep, Jason curled spoon fashion around Aviva ’ s body. Silently she had withdrawn the sleeping figures never
knowing of her intrusion. Back in her room she had given vent to her anger by
ripping apart the three-thousand dollar outfit she had bought to begin her
honeymoon.
Returning
to the present and still in bitch mode, Hope concluded she had to do something
to ensure Jason remained quiet about what had just taken place. Deciding within
the space of one breath that if Jason King loved Steve Blackman so much, then
he couldn ’ t have him,
she would sever their bond if it was the last thing she did. “ I ’ m going to tell Steve you made a pass at me, and when I rebuffed
you, you tried to rape me. ”
Jason was
so enraged at her words a
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