Misbehaving (10 page)

Sleeping wasn’t going to happen for me tonight. I had too many thoughts in my head. Then, of course, there was fear. This was too good to be true. Jason was sweet, kind, smart, wealthy, and beautiful. He had shown me that sex could be soul shattering. Nothing with him was cheap. Especially not that.

But I wasn’t the kind of girl who caught and held someone like Jason’s attention. I wasn’t a Sadie White. She was pure and sweet. Everyone loved her—even Marcus Hardy had. It was no wonder Jax Stone fell madly in love with her when he’d come to Sea Breeze. I had never lived in a fairy tale, and there was no sense in starting to now.

I eased out of Jason’s arms and slipped quietly from the bed. Finding the bathroom we had used to take our shower was a little more difficult, but I eventually found it. Once I located my clothes, I put them on and then headed for the front door.

“If you open it, the silent alarm will go off,” Jason’s sleepy voice said from the dark staircase behind me.

I turned around just as his foot hit the bottom step. He was wearing a pair of shorts that hung off his lean hips, making it hard to concentrate on why it was I needed to leave.

“You don’t have a car here,” he pointed out.

I nodded. He was right. I hadn’t really thought that through yet.

“If you wanted to go, all you had to do was tell me,” Jason said.

“I didn’t want to wake you,” I lied. That hadn’t really been it at all.

Jason smirked as if he knew I was lying. “I’ve called my driver, or the driver I use while I’m in residence here when needed. He’s bringing the car around now. He can take you home.”

I didn’t respond. Jason walked toward me and stopped just a foot away from me. “Can I call you?”

Could he call me? Telling him I needed to think or that I needed time was probably best. Reminding myself just where I stood in this situation was important.

“Yes,” I replied before I could stop myself. I wanted him to call me. This thing, whatever it was, would mark me for life. Yet I couldn’t seem to let it go.

Jason cupped my face and pressed a simple kiss to my lips. “Later, then,” he whispered against my lips before stepping around me and opening the front door.

I fought to control my breathing. Just feeling him touch me was now making my heart do crazy things. “Okay,” I managed to reply.

He didn’t say anything else as I walked outside and toward the waiting car. The driver stood beside the car door and opened it for me as I approached. One more thing to remind me just how out of my depth I was.

Once I was inside the car, I looked up at the door to the house, but it was closed and Jason was gone.

*  *  *

The porch light was off, which meant my mother wasn’t home yet to notice I was missing. Every light in the house would be on if she had been here. The driver opened my door and I stepped out.

I thanked him for the ride, and he nodded but didn’t speak. With a smile I walked toward the house. There was no telling what the guy was thinking, about where he had dropped me off. No doubt this would be the gossip of the Stone employees’ mealtime. Jason Stone slumming it in Sea Breeze.

“Jess.” A hoarse whisper startled me and I jumped, searching the dark porch for the voice. Movement caught my eye, and I found Hank sitting on the floor, leaning up against the side of the house.

“What’re you doing here?” I snapped. I was so sick of this. Why couldn’t he just go away?

He shuffled his feet but couldn’t manage to get up, which meant he was trashed. Again. “I came to see you. You were with him, weren’t you?” he slurred before slamming his hand down on the porch.

“Where I was isn’t your business. I’m not your business anymore. Please stop coming here. Just leave.” I reached for the hidden key over the door and unlocked the door before he could figure out how to stand up.

“What happened to us, Jess? Used to be me and you against the world. We had each other. Didn’t need anyone else. You were my reason for laughing. For smiling. I can’t smile without you, Jess.”

I squeezed the door handle tightly and fought back the need to scream. Once this had worked with me. Once I had wanted nothing but Hank. Now his words were too late. Years too late. “You happened to us. You used me one too many times. I’m done with that. And I’m done with us. Go home,” I said with no emotion. Not because I was dead inside, but because he no longer touched my heart. He’d cut himself out. Or maybe I had finally cut him out.

“I won’t let you go. I’ll fight for you. He can’t have you. He doesn’t understand you.”

This was about Jason. He hadn’t liked seeing me with someone else. That was always the way I had gotten Hank back in the past. I’d made sure he saw me with another guy, and he came running back to my door. I’d trained him well. Now I needed to break that habit.

“He isn’t the reason this is over. I just don’t love you anymore. You made sure of that.”

“Fuck YOU, Jess! Fuck you!” he roared, pushing himself up but staggering forward until he caught the rail of the porch. At least he had drunk enough that he couldn’t hurt me. I could shove him and he’d fall over.

“You already did that, Hank,” I replied, and slammed the door in his face.

It was over an hour later when the banging finally stopped. He had either passed out or given up. I wasn’t brave enough to open the door and check, so I got in bed and closed my eyes, knowing that Momma would be home soon and that if he was passed out on our porch he’d pay for it.

I gave it three days before I called her. When I had opened my eyes the next morning, a part of me had decided to let it go. Not to call her. She had left, and it was the best thing for me.

After three very long days of reading and spending my time in solitude, I hadn’t come to grips with anything in my life. All I had done was think about Jess. The only thing to do now was get her out of my system.

Jess had picked up on the second ring. The fact that she hadn’t even been annoyed about me not calling her for three damn days made me more pissed off. Not at her but at me. I had just treated her the way she expected. The surprise in her voice had made my chest tighten. Why the hell was I wanting to protect her now? It wasn’t my job to change the way this girl thought about herself.

Maybe it was the way she’d said hello or the smile I could hear in her voice. I didn’t know what possessed, me but before I could stop myself I was asking her if she wanted to go to a party in Manhattan with me tonight. One of my friends from Harvard was turning twenty-one, and his girlfriend was throwing a huge bash at her parents’ place. I had been planning on going for over a week now, but the sudden urge to take Jess with me had hit. I wanted to see her in that part of my life.

After a few moments of silence, she said yes.

And I wondered if I had just lost my mind.

Taking her into my world was a bad idea. But then, facing those people who all wanted something from me without one person there who accepted me for who I was sounded so damn unappealing. I needed Jess there. Even if it was a terrible idea.

I set my suitcase down beside the door and looked over at Momma. She was sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed, studying me with a frown. The cigarette in her hand was forgotten, as was the coffee in her other hand. She was not happy that I was about to leave with Jason Stone on a plane.

“What? Just say it and get it over with. You’re going to anyway,” I said, wishing she would be done with it already. I knew what she was going to say. I just wish she didn’t feel like she had to say it.

Momma took a long pull from her cigarette and then put it out in the plate beside her. She was running out of time, because I wasn’t about to let Jason come to the door. I didn’t trust Momma. She would test him and I wasn’t sure he could pass the test.

“He’s your Logan. Girls don’t marry their Logans.”

She was back to talking about him being my Logan again. That made absolutely no sense. I didn’t even know a Logan. I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at her. “What are you talking about?”

Momma cocked an eyebrow at me. “Jason Stone is your Logan. He’s wealthy and impressive and handsome. He’s a fairy tale. But don’t get serious. Guard your heart.”

I let out a frustrated sigh and dropped my arms. “Why are you calling him my Logan?” I asked.

“
Gilmore Girls
, sweetheart.
Gilmore Girls.
If you had bothered to watch it with me like I asked you several times, you would know what I mean. Hank is your Dean. He wasn’t meant for you either. He was just the first heartbreak you keep going back to. Now you’ve met your Logan. It’s a shame, though. I wish you’d met your Jess next.”

My head was starting to hurt. My mother could be insane at times. This was one of those times. She was obsessed with several old television shows.
Gilmore Girls
was one of them. Apparently, she thought it had all the answers to my love life.

“I am Jess, Momma. Why do I need to meet myself?” I asked, rolling my eyes.

She waved her hand at me like I was being ridiculous. “Not you. Rory’s Jess. You haven’t met your Jess yet.”

I was done with this conversation. I didn’t even know who the heck Rory was, and who names their kid Rory? How was that show even popular? I turned to open the door.

“Logan isn’t Rory’s soul mate. He’s the wealthy rich boy who she does love, but when it comes down to it he isn’t the one. The show ended, but we all knew it was Jess she would go back to. He was her soul mate. He broke her heart once, but he had to grow up too, and he changed. I just don’t want you to get wrapped up in this boy. I want you to reach higher and get out of this life, but a rock star’s brother isn’t the way to do it. Enjoy it and have fun, but remember he’s just your Logan.”

He’s just my Logan. Words of wisdom from my momma. Shaking my head, I opened the door and picked up my suitcase just as the limo pulled into the driveway. I glanced back at her sitting there with her cup of coffee, staring out the window at my ride. She was right. Maybe not about the
Gilmore Girls
philosophy, but about enjoying myself and guarding my heart. I had been hurt when Jason hadn’t called the next day, but I had chalked it up to the inevitable. He was a fairy tale. And I didn’t live in a storybook.

The truck that pulled in right after the limo caused me to halt in my steps. This was not happening to me. Not right now. I didn’t want to deal with crazy. I just wanted to leave and get on a private jet and have a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

“Shit,” I muttered as I dropped my suitcase on the porch.

“What is it?” Momma asked, standing up and walking to the door. “Well, hell. I just ran his ass off the other night. He was passed out on the porch. Told him not to come back here.”

“Got any
Gilmore Girls
wisdom for this dilemma?” I asked.

Mom just snorted.

Jason stepped out of the limo just as Hank jerked open his truck door. Jason glanced over at Hank, then back at me. I had to step in and fix this before Hank scared Jason off.

I picked my suitcase back up and started down the steps.

“Rory would send Dean home,” Momma called out behind me.

I just rolled my eyes and kept walking. I wasn’t an idiot.

“She’s taking him from me,” Hank said in a panicked tone as he stalked toward me, completely ignoring Jason’s presence. “She can’t take my boy from me, Jess. She can’t. He’s mine, too. I need you to talk to her. Tell her she can’t do this.”

I stopped walking and looked at Hank. His face looked stricken. The drunken asshole wasn’t present right now. He was the boy who needed me. I couldn’t just ignore him. This wasn’t the first time Carrie had threatened to take their son from him. She did it for leverage.

“What did you do this time?” I asked him, knowing that was what it all boiled down to. I turned to Jason and frowned. “I’m sorry. I’ll make this fast.”

He nodded and stood where he was, watching us with a bored expression. I wanted to hurl my suitcase across the yard at the unfairness of this.

“She knows I come over here when I’ve had too much to drink. She knows I love you, that I’ll always just love you. I can’t love her, Jess. She’s not you. But he’s my boy. She can’t do that, can she? Go tell her not to. She won’t listen to me.” He was begging me. I wanted to ignore all this.

“I’m leaving. I’ll be back tomorrow late, and I’ll talk to her then,” I told him.

“Don’t leave me,” Hank said, walking over to me and grabbing the suitcase I was holding. I saw Jason take a step forward and stop. He was waiting on me to decide what to do. I was thankful that he wasn’t getting involved in this just yet.

“Marry me, Jess. I love you and I just want you. I’ll stop fucking around. I swear it.”

I shook my head. We had been here before. Same argument. “No. I’m not marrying you. Now go home, and I’ll go see Carrie when I get back.”

“Please, baby?”

“She said she’d help when she got back.” Jason walked forward and took my suitcase from my hand, then handed it to the driver, who was behind him.

Hank shot an angry glare at Jason, and I watched as his hand curled into a fist. I took a step toward Hank and grabbed his arm. “Don’t do this. You’ve got to let me go,” I told him.

“He’s using you. When he’s done with you, I’ll still be here. He won’t be,” Hank snarled, still looking at Jason.

“Go, Hank,” I said, letting go of his arm and moving toward Jason.

It happened fast. Hank reached out to grab Jason, but the large driver was there instantly. The man had grabbed Hank’s arm, towering over him.

“What the hell!” Hank roared, trying to get free of the driver, who held Hank still with what looked like little effort. The driver glanced to Jason for instruction.

“Let him go once I get her safely in the limo,” Jason said in a matter-of-fact tone. His body was strung tight. I could feel the tension rolling off him, but he didn’t act like he was tense.

Jason placed a hand on my lower back and led me over to the limo. I fought the urge to look back at the driver and Hank before climbing inside. Jason turned back to look at them.