Chapter Three
The Gucci shoot turned out to be a success but I would have been happier if Jasper wasn't there. I hated him. Hated him! Garrett was getting a kick out of the situation. My dog was a traitor. He loved Jasper. Caius and I were the only ones on the same page. Caius hated Jasper's invading questions and sociopathic attitude. He just did what he wanted and fuck those who were upset about it.
The guy was an asshole. An asshole with an ass I couldn't stop staring at. I swore I have never met a guy as hot as him. I couldn't get over it. He made me want to hate my dick. The bastard got hard whenever Jasper was around. It wasn't just my dick. My entire body was traitorous. It was as if it lit ablaze whenever he was close. I was aware of him before he even announced his presence. That was when he felt like announcing his approach. Mostly, he just snuck up like a fucking ghost!
What was going to happen to me? It hasn't even been a full fucking day and I was already hyperaware of this guy's hotness and my dumb horny body's responses to him. I think he knew. He had these little smirks on his face at times. I wanted to punch him but I was afraid I would break my hand on his jaw. H was that perfect. That muscular and fit. And since this body was my merchandise, I couldn't afford to hurt one inch of it on my very own inquisitive and sarcastic GI Joe aka Jasper Whitlock.
I called Dad this morning after Jasper left me baffled and the bastard laughed through my complaining and then told me to have a good day. I yelled at Dad telling him I was going to fire Jasper. He yelled back "Jasper works for me! He answers to me!"
Well that fucking sucked. And not in the way I'd like. If I had my way, Jasper would be on his knees relieving the stress he had put me under with that sweet looking mouth of his.
Was it even possible for a guy's lips to be so pouty and sexy? He dripped sex. I couldn't do it. How would I get rid of him if I couldn't stop thinking about him? It had only been a couple of hours and I felt like I was melting. Fuck!
I had a fucked up morning and I blamed him vocally. It didn't affect him one bit. He only calmly reminded me that he was here to keep my ass alive not cater to my pissy moods or jump through hoops to keep my pathetic ass happy.
He didn't say pathetic but I felt like it was what he wanted to say. He despised me. I could tell. There was something about me. Something other than being the arrogant bastard I was.
Wait a minute! I didn't give a shit what it was. I just had to get rid of this guy before he melted my brain with his hotness and made my dick explode. I swore to myself I was going to check myself into a mental hospital to wash him out my mind after I got rid of him.
Jasper Whitlock wasn't going to win. I know there was some idiotic asshole gunning for me, but fuck them, I couldn't exist around Jasper without wanting to punch him or jumping off my balcony. I wasn't sure which to do. He had fucked up my head. I couldn't even make hypothetical decisions. Fuck!
We arrived on set and Jasper opened my door. He stayed with me as paparazzi took pictures. There was a new SUV parked behind mine. I didn't recognize it. Jasper told me they were with us. Oh yeah, he had his own team. Whatever. Caius got me something to drink and Jasper grabbed it before I could even take a sip.
"What the hell?!"
He rolled his eyes and then handed it back to me without a word. "What was that for?!" I yelled. Everyone was looking at us. "Answer me!" I demanded when he turned his back to me like I was nobody. He turned and glared at me. Something in his gaze made me want to crawl under something and hide, but I puffed out my chest and pretended not to be intimidated.
He looked down at my hand holding my drink and then back into my eyes. I was frozen under his glare. "That was checking your drink to make sure it wasn't poisoned. He showed me some monitor thingie in his hand, waving it at me like I was an imbecile. "This would have told me." It was actually smart. I hadn't thought about my stalker poisoning me.
"Well…" I started, but wasn't allowed to continue because Jasper cut me off.
"I have people to meet. Do you usually work with these people on every shoot?"
I was dismissed! I didn't even hear his question. He dismissed me! I wanted to punch him. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted jump him, punching and kicking with all I got. I wanted to have my way with him. Holy shit! I was getting hard.
"Did you just dismiss me?" I demanded to know.
He cocked an eyebrow at me. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. "Did you hear my question? Because I think it's more important than your bruised ego, don't you think?" I opened my mouth to answer and he cut me off again. "Do you normally work with the same team or does it change per shoot?"
I heard the question. Maybe if I answer than I could get my bruised ego yelling in. Yeah it was bruised and the son of a bitch knew it too. "I mostly work with this team but sometimes it changes. Very rarely though."
"Who are the ones you constantly work with?" He asked. I kinda liked how his eyes glowed when he gathered new information. He was smart. I liked smart. It got old pretty quick when you were talking to a dumb ass. Usually I got to the sex a lot quicker. It was great for shutting them up. Sometimes. If we were dealing with a loud lover then that was a whole other level of annoyance. I liked a good amount of noise but not enough to make me or the neighbors think dialing 911 would be imperative.
"Where are you?" Jasper interrupted my train of thought and then cocking his brow challenging me to yell at him.
How did he even know I wanted to do that? Oh I fucking hated him.
"I have the same makeup artist and hair stylist, you already know Caius, my personal assistant and the chick who dresses me, Bernadette."
"Got it," he said and walked away. I breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe he would go sit somewhere while I worked like the other guards do.
I was wrong. The motherfucker went around the set meeting everyone I mentioned and those who I didn't even know. They all liked him and answer his questions. The asshole had perfect recollection. All he had to do was learn something once, and he would have all he needed to know. It was so annoying. I felt like bursting into tears from frustration.
Who was this annoying God of a man? He was driving me crazy!
My photographer, Alejandro, my makeup artist, Sheena, every damn boy and girl on the set were gushing over him. I wanted to push him off of a ledge. And I knew why. The things he had been saying since morning, his dismissive attitude toward me, it all hurt me. I don't know why. But it did. It was like he was seeing through me. Showing me something I wasn't seeing. Like he could feel my hidden emotions. I was afraid of relationships so I despised them. I was afraid of commitment because I wasn't certain someone would want to love me like how Mom and Dad loved each other. I wanted the kind of love they had and I doubted I would find it so I stayed away. For now, I was young and didn't have to worry about it, but what about when my looks went and I was some old dude, who would want me then? I shrugged off the thought by saying at least I would have the memories of my golden years if I didn't have dementia. Somehow I felt like Jasper knew all of it. He saw through me and he hated what he was seeing. And a deep weird fucked up part of me wanted him to like me.
It wasn't even twenty four hour yet and he already had me pegged. What the fuck?! Get off the head trip, Edward. Fuck him. I would go out tonight and have fun and forget him. He wasn't going to fuck up my life. I was young and dumb and had every right to be. Fuck him (I wanted to, maybe that would shut his annoying ass up) and that stalker who caused all of this.
It was noon when Jasper came looking for me. Who was I kidding? Everywhere I turned, he was there. So he stalked over to me because he wanted to annoy me about something. Caius looked like he wanted to bite Jasper's head off. I smirked. Partly, because Jasper looked at Caius' sneer like he could smack it off Caius' face and crush him like a bug. I was getting turned on.
"We have to go," Jasper looked at me solely and said.
"I know." I growled.
"You have a two o'clock interview with GQ," he said like I hadn't spoken.
"Didn't I just say I know?!" I yelled. "Why don't you go sit down somewhere like the good little doggy you are?"
Everyone was looking at us. Caius chuckled and Garrett shook his head like I had overstepped.
Jasper advanced on me so fast, I dropped in the chair behind me. He got in my face. His eyes glowed with something threatening. Again, I felt like I wanted to go and hide somewhere. "Did you get off on that, Edward? Good. Now, you have a two o'clock and I would like to get there to scope the area out. I have to check the perimeter. I told you before, I'm here to make sure you keep your miserable life. You're not going to die on my watch, you spoiled punk. Now get your ass up and ready to go before I drag you out of here by your lovely head of bedroom hair."
I was fuming when he backed off. I didn't answer him because again, I couldn't speak when he was like this. The power he had over me was incredible.
I fumed all the way to the car like a scolded child. Caius started to argue with Jasper about who I was and how far down that ladder Jasper was. I watched them from the backseat of the car. Garrett was silent in the driver's seat. I don't know what Jasper said to Caius but he backed off too like a scolded child. And then they both walked to the car. Jasper signaled the SUV behind us and Garrett started our engine. Caius climbed beside me and Jasper climbed into the front.
I didn't speak the whole ride to the next location. We arrived on time because Jasper kept telling Garrett where to drive. Caius argued about me not being able to get something to eat from one of my favorite restaurant we could have stopped at. Jasper ignored him only commenting that it was too crowded at this time of day.
He knew everything about me. Where I slept, what I ate, where I ate it! I was fuming. I almost felt defeated at first, but now I was fuming and feeling vengeful.
"So, how did you get this job, soldier boy?" I wanted him to know I knew a few things about him too.
He didn't answer. I didn't care. I was going to fuck him up.
"Did they kick you out when they found out you liked boys?"
Nothing from the front seat except for Garrett's occasional glare. I didn't care.
"Or are you out of those exploring types? You know, love to dabble but can't commit and to like to pretend in front of the boys that you like pussy?"
I saw a smile on his face. It was more like a smirk.
"You don't dabble, do you Edward? Always have been comfortable with being gay?" Jasper countered.
What did that mean? I dabbled when I was younger. So what?
"I've always known who I am. I've always being comfortable with who I am. No the army didn't kick me out. I had served my time. I had defended my country. My job isn't based on jaded reasoning, little boy."
Fuck! I wanted to paint him in a corner. Alright. "But you hate me. Why is that? I don't know. I've never met you in my life. People like you don't exist to people like me." Shit, it hurt me to say that to him. But he didn't flinch. There was no emotion in his eyes.
"People like me are aware of people like you unfortunately. You line my pockets with cash with your irresponsible, unruly, spoiled attitude. You think the world spins because you allow it to, Edward. You're in for a rude awakening. You're not real. You're a fantasy. You're not a person. Just a picture in a magazine or on a website. You're nothing."
My head was about to explode. "Well, this nothing is…"
"Getting me and my team paid?" He finished for me sarcastically. "I think I just pointed that out."
I slammed back against my seat. I was angrier than I was before. It was time to get out of the car so Jasper could make sure everything was safe.
Who was this robot?