I started work at Jurassic World about a year ago. It was hard at first alongside Claire, but I've slowly become good friends with her, and everyone else. I live on the island, like all other employees. It may sound bad to be away from family, but it's actually a great place to just be lost with your thoughts and the peaceful sound of the birds chirping. My personality was almost immediately changed to a laid back state of mind ever since I moved in onto the island, except for when I'm working, which on most occasions is very stressful. What also doesn't help is how Claire for some reason, can never, and will never take on or consider other ideas, opinions or orders. Still, being the absolute awesome person I am, I've just learnt to accept this. Something about Claire gets me though, and it's the fact that she attracts almost every dude in the office. Like, come on guys! You can do better than her... Right? She's already got a boyfriend anyway, and it looks like she won't be leaving him anytime soon since he's such a badass. Like it was almost on cue, my office door swung open and Owen, Claire's boyfriend crashed though the doorway, causing me to jump and almost fall off of my chair, since I was daydreaming again.

"Jess! Jess, we- just- just come." Owen heaved in a heavy breath.

"What's going on Owen?" I started moving from my chair, throwing on my jacket. He looked really good. And I mean, really, really good. Hair messily styled, a tight shirt that revealed his muscular - No! What was I thinking? He's Claire's boyfriend for god's sake. I was pretty sure he caught me checking him out, which triggered a mischievous smirk on his face and I instantly felt heat rising up to my cheeks.

"Just follow me." Owen turned his back and started walking down the hallway. I jogged to catch up with him, and then walked alongside the muscular man.

"Can you tell me anything about what is going on?" I asked, trying as hard as I could to keep up with Owen, who didn't respond and kept a serious, determined face. He was always so serious in a working environment, but if you ever saw him outside work, he was one of the nicest guys, with the best sense of humour.

We reached a door at the end of a hallway that was used to hold presentations and conferences, and Owen swiped his card and slowly opened the door, letting me enter the room first. It was empty, and I was very quickly confused. Owen closed the door behind himself and stood beside me, smirking again. I shivered.

"Owe-"

"SURPRISE!" I almost fainted in shock. The room was full of my co-workers and friends, party poppers flying everywhere and balloons being let to float to the ceiling. Owen turned to me, who was quickly joined by Claire. She flung her arms around my limp body.

"Happy Birthday, girl!"

I started to tear up.

"Nobody in my family remembered, none. Not a letter, a text, a call. This is perfect. Thank you so much." I hugged Claire back, and let the tears flow freely. After a while, we released and I hugged Owen.

"Happy Birthday Jess." He whispered in my ear, it made butterflies flutter in my stomach. I almost lost my footing and Owen hugged me a little tighter for support. Just support, I had to remind myself many times. We let go, and I took in large bouts of air to steady my tears. I really couldn't believe they'd planned out a whole surprise party for me.

"Here, Jess. We'll give you some time to go change for the party and then we'll expect you back by 7:30 to get this thing going!" Claire smiled widely. I'd never seen her so happy before. Not even when she's around Owen.

I arrived back at the party at around the time Claire had mentioned, dressed in a black, shiny sequin dress, and some black heels. I've gotta say that according to my party guests, I looked pretty good. Lowery and Barry greeted me near the door first, giving hugs and complimenting me on my outfit. Lowery although became a little too touchy and that was what signalled my cue to leave. I stood near the food, slowly tasting a bit of everything when I was startled by a deep, friendly, "Hey". I faced the voice, and wasn't too surprised to see Owen standing beside me, taking a couple chips in his right hand before one-armed hugging me with his free arm. I felt the warmth and strongness about his structure, and wondered what it felt like to Claire to have that support with her everyday. Owen smiled as he scanned me from head to toe.

"You look really, really good Jess!" He had to shout to make his voice audible over the loud music. I beamed, feeling like my heart was about to lurch right out of my chest at any point.

"Thanks, Owen!" I hadn't even really noticed how great he looked himself until he smiled and ate a couple of his chips. He had really well styled hair (that kind of matched his personality), greyish slacks with a very pale blue suit shirt that revealed his buff shoulders and biceps, and a dark blue tie. He looked so sexy dressed up. Just when he was about to open his mouth to say something again, the DJ yelled out to the crowd.

"Hey everybody! You having a good night so far?" Everyone yelled yes, making me feel so loved.

"Where's the Birthday Girl for tonight? Come up here Jess!" Owen instantly snapped his head back to look at me.

"Come on, Jess!" He laughed.

"No way! Oh my god... This is so embarrassing. Hey! Wait- no-" Owen had started dragging me down to the stage towards the DJ.

"Jess please! This is your night! Live a little!" He smiled. I'd never seen Owen so different. He was normally so focused and serious, and never had time for anybody or any time to smile or laugh.

"Do it for all of us, Jess!" Barry yelled from the crowd. I looked at the stairs leading up to the stage, the DJ, and then proceeded towards them, taking a quick glance at the crowd that had been formed on the dancefloor, then back at Owen who stood, grinning. After all, this is my night. And it was all thanks to my friends.

"Three cheers for the Birthday Girl, Jess!" The DJ yelled as he gave me a 'Birthday Princess' tiara, lined with pink fluff and all. I laughed. This was going to be the best night ever.

"What song would you like me to play next?" The DJ asked close to my ear so I could hear him over the chatter.

"I don't really care, but on anything great! I'll let you know if it's not!" I smiled and made my way off of the stage, where Owen waited for me, which surprised me. Shouldn't he have gone to hang out with Claire by now? Oh well. As soon as we made it onto the dancefloor, the best possible song was played, Pursuit of Hapiness. I turned and gave the DJ a big thumbs up, which he acknowledged with the wave of a hand and a large smile. What a legend.

"This is the best song ever!" I yelled to Owen. He laughed and nodded.

"Let's dance!"

The crowd was hectic. Everyone was yelling, dancing and drinking, having the best time of their lives. "Hey Jess, this is a killer party!" It was Zach, Claire's nephew.

"I'm surprised you were invited!" I laughed.

"Hey, you do know I'm 21, right? And don't worry, Gray isn't here."

"Oh thank god! So have you picked up any chicks yet Zach?" I smirked.

"Oh don't you worry, He's a catch with the ladies. They think he looks like Brooklyn Beckham." Claire had joined the group.

"Hey Jess, have a good time tonight, I think I'm gonna go hang out with my girl and some of my other buddies!" Owen yelled, placing a hand on my shoulder. I smiled in reply as Owen and Claire walked to another group.

That left Zach and I alone, who was also looking real fine. We danced closely since the dancefloor was so crowded and talked about family and many other things.

After a while I thought I'd give dancing a rest and grabbed some drinks, standing out on the balcony, feeling the cool air brush against my skin. Soon enough I re-entered the party, where my head was already spinning from the many, many drinks I'd already had. I danced with a group of friends when my head got a little lost and I slipped, falling backwards into somebody behind me. I almost hit the ground when another person caught me. I couldn't see them because my vision was so blurry but I felt safe, being taken in their arms to a sofa where they sat next to me. My vision cleared after a couple of minutes, and all I saw were a pair of beautiful green/hazel eyes gazing back at me.

"Owen," I started,

"Don't worry, I'm here to look after you. You didn't kill yourself on that dance floor and that's all that matters." Affection filled his expression.

"Thank you so-"

"Shhhh. Let me talk to you." He cut me off. I smiled, blushing a little. We were in a quiet, empty room. I could still hear the music booming from next door, and I wanted to move towards it.

"Pleeeeeaaassee let me go back-"

"No, Jess. You need to calm down a bit before you go back in there."

I frowned a little, then tried using puppy dog eyes. This has got to work. Owen laughed. Dammit.

"I'll let you back out soon, just give yourself a little time." He smiled gently.

"You bet your cute ass you will!" I laughed. Wait a second, did I..?

"Oh shit I didn't mean that-"

"It's okay, Jess." Owen smirked a little. He looked so hot it was unbearable. I wasn't even going to bother denying it anymore. I sat up, my face inches from his.

"How come you've drank but you aren't as messed as me?" I frowned again.

"I haven't drank that much yet, but wait until you see me actually drunk, it's wild." I laughed at his comment. I watched him slowly study my face until his eyes landed on my lips. All of the sudden, his chest was right against mine.

"You aren't even half drunk..." I whispered as his face slowly inched closer and closer. He hummed in reply.

Like I was slapped in the face, I snapped and quickly stood up.

"Uh- I-" I stuttered. Owen scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

"I know," he sounded surprised, which hurt me a little.

"I can't...I-" and then the worst thing happened.

"You're really hot." Yep. I just blurted it out. Embarrassed by what just happened, I ran out of the room without looking back. Most. Embarrassing. Moment. Ever. What was worse is that we work together and he is dating one of my best friends.

I decided that getting completely wasted was the best way to forget one of the awkwardest situations I'd ever been in, and I was pretty sure that was the option Owen chose as well, since I saw him completely losing himself on the dancefloor, laughing his head off and starting a massive dance circle, where everyone got a chance to dance in the middle and get cheered on by the crowd. He sure had a concept for the beat cause he was a great dancer. Maybe that was just a trait when he was drunk, but the people loved him. I accidentally got a little pushed into his broad shoulders when I was on my way for my umpteenth tequila, and he swerved around smirking like I'd never seen before. We were both smashed, but he was definitely worse.

"Hey, Jess, come with me for a second!" He yelled, smiling. He grabbed my hand and pulled me out to the balcony.

"What's going on, Donkey Kong?" I laughed at my own joke.

"Get it? You're like, so muscly and all-"

"Were you legit before?" He asked, trying to be serious, but you could tell it was extremely hard. His eyes were wild but filled with affection.

"Maybe..." I had my hands behind my back and was swinging myself side to side like a little kid.

Owen's eyes instantly widened, shining in the light, and out of the blue he grabbed my waist and pulled me into his chest. Oh my god, was I dreaming? Here was seriously the hottest man ever holding me right into to hi- Owen's lips crashed against mine. I died a little inside before I started to kiss him back, arms resting over his strong shoulders. The kiss was passionate, although very rough because we both wanted more. Owens hands trailed up my back, tickling me a little. I pulled him in tighter to deepen the kiss, holding onto his muscular frame. We kissed for a while before Owen broke away, resting his forehead against mine. His voice was low, calming, sexy, but most of all, sincere.

"You truly look beautiful tonight, Jess... Stunning. I've always wanted to try that. Happy Birthday." He hugged me tightly before disappearing in the large crowd of people. Gone.

All I remember after that was sweating it out on the dancefloor next to Zach at the giant dance circle, sneaking glances at Owen's sexy body and... Nope, nothing else. I was too drunk to remember.

I opened my eyes the next morning to feeling quite uncomfortable. I was lying on a couch with a blanket and a pillow, but I actually had no idea where I was. Where ever I was, it wasn't home. I checked the time on my phone, 11:00am. Luckily I wasn't working. I saw my reflection on the screen and almost had a heart attack. I looked like a train wreck. I tried getting up to go to some kind of bathroom, but my head was just so woozy that I couldn't. I groaned aloud. I suddenly heard footsteps, and a man entered the room. Tight pants that revealed his thigh muscle, a blue shirt that also looked a little tight and showed off his pecks, and some kind of vest. It was Owen.

"Hey, Jess." He was quiet, and sounded very tired.

"Oh my god don't look at me, I look like a disgrace.." I put my pillow over my face, and Owen laughed.

"Have you seen me?"

"You look absolutely fine! How do you do that?"

"Talent" He joked. He sounded a little happier than usual.

"Where's Claire?" I'd completely forgotten about last night's events.

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