Jason sat frozen in his chair. He was speechless. Words were lost. His eyes went to a potted plant sitting along side the wall of the outdoor dining area. It was a lovely plant blooming with pretty purple flowers which swayed in the slight breeze in warm night air.
Bridget sat in her chair picking at her red linen napkin during the silence. She hadn't meant to just blurt it out like that but he wouldn't let up. She wished she wasn't there...that she could just run away and never have to face him again. This is not how she wanted to do this but there was no going back now. What said was said. It was out in the open. Couldn't hide it anymore.
After a few more minutes Jason finally spoke up. "You're....you're preg..pregnant?"
"Yes." Bridget answered in a small voice.
"You mind telling me what is going on?" He said in a voice filled with slight anger.
Bridget blinked back tears. She didn't like his tone. Her emotions were very sensitive.
"Who is the father of this...who's the father?" Jason asked staring at Bridget with some fury.
"I....I'm sorry Jason. I didn't mean to....I met...." Bridget began to sob but Jason didn't seem to care. He wanted answers. He waited until her sob subsided and continued. "Tell me what the hell is going on."
Bridget wiped her tears away with her napkin and sniffed. She took a breath before beginning. "About a month ago....I took a trip out to Vegas. I was very hurt over Dante and Felicia. I needed to get away. So I headed to Vegas. While I was there....I met someone. He was so sweet and kind to me. I told him about what Dante had done...and he was understanding. He cared so much about how much it hurt me. We uh...we ended up....spending the night together."
"You fucked him?" Jason said viciously.
Bridget glared back at him. "Don't speak to me that way." She snapped. "He made me feel loved and beautiful. It was wonderful. But...I didn't think we could be together. He lives in Vegas and I'm here in L.A. We would talk on the phone and e-mail eachother...He means a lot to me."
"So what am I to you?" asked Jason. "What about the time WE spent together."
"Jason I have fun hanging out with you. I do. But you aren't going to mean more than a friend. Why do you think I never let you kiss me? We never hold hands? I don't have those type of feelings for you."
"What about this mystery guy?" He asked.
"I love him." replied Bridget. "And after Felicia's wedding....I went to Vegas to see him. And when I came home...that's when I found out I was pregnant."
"Does he know?"
Bridget nodded. "Yes. He knows. And we are getting married."
Jason sighed and his head went back as he looked up at the star filled night sky. "Married?" He said looking back at Bridget.
"Yes. We are getting married. I'm going to marry him and move to Vegas."
Jason shook his head. "Boy did I ever misjudge you."
"What?"
"I thought you were this sweet wonderful caring woman...turns out you are nothing but a cheap slut."
Bridget didn't know what to say. Those words were never hurled at her before. Tears formed in her eyes and began to spill out.
"You go around jerking guys around making them think....and then you go off and fuck another....You are nothing but a damn whore!" With that Jason stood up, threw his napkin down and stormed off.
Bridget was left there sobbing. She wanted to speak to defend herself but the words wouldn't come. She was at a lost. Hot tears continued to spill down her face as she tried to dab them away with her napkin. After a few minutes, she stood up and slowly walked away from the table and down the stone staircase. She spotted her car and got in. Bridget dug into her purse for her keys and started the engine. As she drove Jason words rang in her head. Cheap slut. Damn whore. Didn't really think of her of those things? Or was he just angry? And why was he so quick to hurl those insults at her? Was he just trying to hurt her? She had a million questions but no answers. Maybe he just needed time to cool off. She was sure that once he did...he would apologize to her and would want to be her friend again. She would hate to lose his friendship. Yes she did not want him in any romantic sense but she still wanted to remain friends. But if he couldn't deal with the situation..maybe there wouldn't be a friendship anymore.
Bridget pulled up the drive to Brooke's mansion. She noticed that her mother's car wasn't there. She and Alex must have gone out themselves. Bridget stopped her car and turned off the engine. She opened the door and stepped out. As if moving in slow motion..she walked up to the front door and unlocked it with her key. Bridget then made her way up the stairs to her bedroom where she sunk down on the bed. She then heard the faint sound of Taylor Swift's Love Story song playing and realized it was her cell phone.
She picked it out of her purse and saw it was Deacon. "Hello." She answered.
"Hey baby....wanted to see if you talked to Jason yet? How did it go?"
"I'm a cheap slut and a damn whore." was Bridget's reply.
"What?" asked Deacon. "What are you talking about? You are not those things."
"Jason said I am." replied Bridget.
"I'll break his neck." Deacon responded angerly. "You are a sweet beautiful sexy woman. I love you."
"I love you too." Bridget sighed. "I wish you were here right now."
"Me too." said Deacon. "You know what I'd be doing..."
Bridget giggled. "Deacon...stop that...."
"I'd be kissing your gorgeous body all over." He continued ignoring her protest.
"Deacon..." Bridget giggled again. "Don't....."
"I'd kiss your cute tits and give you ultimate pleasure with my..."
"Deacon." Bridget cut off getting very aroused. "Stop that..."
"Why?" He grinned on the other line. "You turned on?"
"No." lied Bridget. "I had a very rough night..."
"You know what would make you feel better?"
"What?" asked Bridget afraid to hear the answer but excited at the same time.
"You alone?"
"Yes."
"Good. You on the bed?"
"Yeah...why?"
"Get up from the bed and walk over to the door."
Bridget was puzzled but she did what he asked. "Now open it."
Bridget opened the door and found Deacon standing there. She smiled and snapped her phone shut and tossed it aside. "Deacon..." She said flinging her arms around him. "I love you!"
"I love you too baby." He said holding her tight. "I had to come see you. I couldn't wait another day."
"Me either." replied Bridget. "I'm glad you are here." She then let go. "Now you can make me feel better." She grinned.
"You told me to stop." He said tracing her face with his finger.
"That was before. This is now." said Bridget as she pulled off her dress and flung it to the floor. Deacon watched as she unhooked her bra and slid off her underwear. "Now I want you to make love to me all night long." She said in a sensual tone. His fingers traced her erect nipples and he gazed upon her giving her a heated look. "Your wish is my command." He replied as he scooped her up in his arms.
He laid her down on the bed and fulfilled her every desire like only he could.

Jason returned to his condo and slammed the door behind him. He couldn't believe it. Bridget was messing around behind his back! That....she...it didn't seem like her! No she couldn't have....that guy must have seduced her. Bridget was vulnerable and that guy took advantage of her. Yes that had to be it. Bridget doesn't go around sleeping with strange men. But she said she was going to marry him....marry him!
Jason was sure that mystery guy forced her into it. Probably got her pregnant on purpose to force her into marriage....Well he wasn't going to let that happen. He would find a way to win back Bridget. They would raise the baby together. That guy would have no part of her life. What kind of life could this guy give Bridget anyway? None. He, Jason, could give Bridget everything in the world. Anything she wanted would be hers. It was all in her reach. She just had to take it. And she would. He would find a way to get her to see...Jason looked over and saw the picture he had of him and Bridget hanging out at her Dad's pool. "You are going to be mind." He said to her picture. "I'm not losing you. Not now. Not ever."
First thing was first. He had to find out who this guy was. Once he did...he would talk to him and give him whatever amount of money it took to get him out of Bridget's life....but what if he wouldn't take the money..."I got it." said Jason. Once he found out this guy's name...he could dig into his past...find something...something to use against him...something to make him leave Bridget....Jason picked up his phone and dialed. He knew just who to call for this type of thing. "Hello...Jason Blackwell...I need some information...a month ago Bridget Forrester was in Vegas....I need to know everything she did while there."