"I don't know where to start," Jason shyly scratches the back of his head, giving me an apologetic smile. I nearly choke on a grape. This man has many sides to him. I didn't know he had so many emotions. "Well, I guess I'll ask questions then," I state. He removes his shy look and gives me his full attention. His gaze makes me squirmish, but I continue regardless.
"Why are you the way you are? I mean, what are you? Are you a werewolf or...well that's the only reasonable thing to me. But werewolves don't exist, so I guess it's not that reasonable. Or well, I thought they didn't exist, but then you literally tried to kill me a few hours ago in the body of an overgrown wolf, so I can't exactly rule it out. But then it also seems ridiculous to rule it in, I mean, a werewolf?"
I take a deep breath and cringe at myself. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I'm going on a tangent, and that must be so uncomfortable for you. I'm not going to tell anyone, and I don't think differently of you, but now it also feels like I know nothing about you, so does that count? I'm sorry, I'm doing it again," I stuff my mouth with grapes to stop myself from talking.
Jason blankly stares at me before his lips spread into a slight grin. "I am a werewolf," he emphasizes the "am," making me blush in embarrassment. "Duley noted," I whisper, though I'm sure he can hear me. "I don't know why I'm this way. It's been like this for as long as I can remember. My parents adopted me, so they didn't know anything, but they were always nice and calm with me. I remember my first shift. It was a full moon, obviously, and I remember my senses heightening.
I could smell better, see better, hear better, and taste better. I saw the world differently, but it wasn't until nighttime that I transformed. It was the most excruciating pain I've ever felt. I was panicking, I didn't know what was happening, but my parents were there. They were always there. They seemed to know more about my wolf than I did. I passed out from the pain, but when I awoke, I was in my bed like I normally was."
While I want him to finish, I have to get my questions off my mind before they disappear. "So your parents never told you? If they were your adoptive parents but knew about your...transformation, maybe they got a note with a list of instructions. But nobody would believe that. Maybe they knew your real parents. But then why would your real parents, who would sensibly know more, give you up?"
Jason shakes his head and lowers it. "You're asking questions even I don't have answers to. I've never met my real parents, and my adoptive parents never mentioned them. Whenever I'd ask about them, they'd shut me down. It got to a point where I had gotten so frustrated at them that I lashed out. It wasn't pretty," Jason's face is full of guilt. His clasped hands squeeze themselves, full of rage.
I get up from my seat and sit on the cushion in front of his legs. I put my hands over his. He breaks out of his daze and looks at me in shock. I try to provide my most comforting smile. "If every child could turn into a werewolf, nobody's parents would be alive. Everybody's done things they aren't proud of, and everybody's been mad at their parents once or twice. Your powers don't exempt you from that. If anything, It would be the opposite. You seem to have a knack for anger issues. I guess all of the growls I heard weren't a figment of my imagination,"
Jason slides one of his hands from mine, grabs one of my hands, and puts it to his forehead. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. "Sorry about that," Jason says. I gently shake my head even though I know he can't see the action. "Don't be. It's kind of sexy,"
Jason's eyes snap open, and he lifts his head to meet my gaze. His face goes from blank to dumbfounded. "What can I say? The fierceness is a turn-on. You know, It's kind of weird that my sister is screwing a dog, " Jason barks out a laugh.
He gives me a smug grin with sly eyes and says, "I turn you on?" I quickly drown out my creeping blush. "Once in a full moon," I give him a smirk of my own. He emits a hardy growl and licks his lips. My tough act crumbles and I let out a whimper. "Now you're just teasing me,"
He deeply chuckles and puts my hand to his mouth. "I am. Seriously though, thank you for being a good sport about this,"
I release a sudden laughter of my own. "A good sport? I guess I'll have to take it. I can't say I'm not the least bit phased, but after what I went through, I don't have any choice but to believe you."
I feel Jason's lips shift on my hand before he removes it, revealing another smirk. "You haven't tried to send me to a psych ward, so I'd say you're doing pretty damn good."
I shrug and place my hand on my lap after he releases it. "If you were sent to the loony bin, I'd have to join you by default," Another smile quickly makes its way to his face. "Loony bin?"
I fake a groan. "Are you going to judge everything I say, sport?" He gently shakes his head in disbelief. "You're one of a kind, Soren,"
I sweetly smile, genuinely happy from the compliment. Or so I think it's a compliment. "Not calla?" Jason instantly catches on and crosses his arms over his chest. "I'm not telling you the meaning of it," I jump up in excitement. "AH HA! So it does have a meaning," I say with a satisfactory smirk.
Jason adverts his eyes and smiles. "I'm still not going to tell you," I grin and center his gaze on me by putting my hand under his chin and turning his head so that we make eye contact. "Nuh uh, look at me when we're talking. Besides, you don't have to tell me. That's what Google is for." I retract my hand and start to stand up straight before I feel a tug on my waist.
I grunt as Jason drags me down onto his lap. He cradles my neck and holds my thighs. "In that case, we should be at eye level. And you're not allowed to use Google," I scoff after getting over my momentary surprise.
"Says you and we both know I don't listen to you outside the office." I cross my arms and stand my ground. "You're a little spitfire," Jason says in a tone that makes what's in between my legs water. I gulp, struggling to get air into my lungs. He's breathtakingly beautiful, especially after a shower. And taken, my brain says.
I immediately snap out of whatever trance this man has me in. I notice how intimate our current position is after an analysis of where his hands are on my body. I cover my eyes with my hands and roll out of his arms, and onto the cushions below. Jason doesn't expect this, so he easily lets go.
"Have you told Saiya any of this?" The room goes silent, and after a while, I take my hands off my face to see him. His face is turned away from mine. "You haven't told her," I don't know if I should comfort him or be mad at him. I go with the easiest emotion because I'm seriously frustrated with how this man has been making me feel.
"You proposed to her, and yet you haven't told her that you turn into a fricking canine on a full moon?! You've got to be kidding me. What happens when she gets pregnant? You know she wants kids, right? Can you even get her pregnant? How are you going to explain her kid coming out with fur or transforming every month?!" I ask Jason questions that he clearly hasn't mulled over.
"I... don't know. All I know is that I love her, and I want to be with her," his statement hurts more than it should. Hell, it shouldn't hurt at all, but here we are. "If you love her, you'll tell her the truth. You'll let her make up her own mind and love you wholly. It's not my secret to tell, but I won't let you marry her before you tell her the truth. Saiya is... loyal to her commitments. If she finds out your secret after marrying you, she won't leave even if she wants to. For the simple fact that she stood on that altar and made a vow. I'm not going to let you chain my sister,"
I say as sternly as possible. "Okay," Jason's voice is low and small. Not at all what I've seen from him in the years that I've known him. He's a CEO. He's not supposed to look small and sound low. I extend my arm and pat his head. "Do you think she'd accept me?" He looks me in the eye with so much desperation I nearly fumble.
"I... don't know. As you've heard, Saiya and I aren't that close. But I think you'll have to give her the chance to be strong and love you as much as you love her. Otherwise, It's not fair to either of you."
I take my hand off his head and sit down again. He deeply sighs, and we share a moment of silence. "I tried to kill you and have deceived your sister. Why are you so supportive of this?"
It takes me a while to find the answer myself. "Honestly, I don't know. But what I do know is you've been going through something nobody can relate to. It's hard not being able to complain or get advice. Speaking of which, what happened to your adoptive parents?"
Jason's face goes grim. "Oh... we don't have to talk about it," After a while, he shakes his head. "It's fine. I trust you. They went missing when I was 18. They left me an enormous sum of money, but their positions were never replaced. They never could be anyway,"
My heart aches for him. It truly does. No wonder he's so detached from his and others' feelings. Only a maniac would propose after a year or so. "Well, you made it. And to keep making it, we have to finish these papers. We're two days behind, plus everything that needs to be done by morning. As much as I'd love to keep comforting you about your dreadful past, we have work that needs to be done."
I know it is wrong of me to fuel his workaholic attitude, but that's the only thing that's going to keep his mind off everything right now. And we really do need to get this done.
Jason heavily sighs and sits up straight. "Right, let's do this." Now that I think about it, where did I put that briefcase? "The briefcase must've fallen at the front door when you surprised me by trying to kill me. It would've been really handy as a weapon." Jason chuckles and shakes his head. He leaves to what I can only assume to be the front door.
"You're going to have to tell me all the codes to these padlocks and give me a mapped-out area of your house, you know!" I shout to him as he walks away. I can see him still shaking his head. I'm not playing. I tiredly groan as I realize all of my documents and paperwork are back at the job along with my computer. I let out a whimper and make a reminder to ask Jason to show me the way out. I collapse on the cushions and mentally prepare myself for the buttload of work that needs to be done.