Ella POV:
Ugh. Of all the things I had to deal with today, Jason was the last person I wanted to entertain. I wasn't planning on giving him my phone number—why would I? But the guy was relentless. He just stood there at the counter, all charming smirks and cocky persistence, acting like he owned the place.
I tried ignoring him. I tried snapping at him. I even tried brushing him off with sarcastic jabs, but he didn't budge. Of course, he didn't. Why would Jason King, heir to the most obnoxious family in the city, ever take "no" for an answer?
The worst part? I was too damn tired to argue with him. Between the long shift plus the police encounter, dealing with nosy customers, and my boss's constant nagging, my patience had already run thin. Add Jason's stubbornness to the mix, and I was officially done.
"Jason," I finally said, pinching the bridge of my nose, "you're not leaving, are you?"
