Chapter Seven
Jason held her in his arms as she cried, he stroked her soft her. She was trying to be so strong but she couldn't do it and he understood. She tried, and succeeded in some ways. She had lasted longer with out the tears then most women; most women would have broke down. She needed this. Whispering words of comfort, to her telling her that it was okay. He pulled away and looked at her, her eyes were red, and her eyes were slightly puffy. He put his thumbs under her eyes and wiped the tears away.
She looked up at him, then away. He wanted to kiss her for some reason, wanted to taste those sweet, ripe looking lips. To tell her that she was safe with him, but after what just happen he knew Sonny would not be through with her but her would have to make sure that he wouldn't touch her again, make sure she stayed safe. "I'm going to make sure he doesn't come back in here, okay?" he told her, then removed his hands from her face with effort; he wanted to hold her, to protect her. Few women had stirred this emotion in him, and none had made him feel like he did now.
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Why did her cheeks feel so cold, after he removed his hands, they had felt so warm while they were there but now they feel so cold. She watched him turn and go back out, not letting her answer him. The door closed and she turned and looked out the window. The skye was so dark and the stars were so bright. She felt like she was on her father's yacht, him helping her find the constellations, her love of stars, he said, came from her mother. Her mother, when she was pregnant, would sit on the deck and looked up. She would talk to her, would rub her stomach.
"Daddy, I love you and miss you," she said, as she looked up in the sky. She laid on the bed thinking about Jason, she couldn't seem to get him out of her head, the look in his eyes that said he wanted her. Wanted to kiss her, and she had wanted him too. Wanted to feel his lips on hers. She felt so protected in his arms, like no one could hurt her. She rubbed her head where it still burned from where the man had pulled it. She couldn't believe Jason had came to her rescue, he stood nose to nose with his boss, it was strange, why would he do that.
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Carly helped him to bed, when he laid down she pulled the blanket up to his chin tucking him in like she did Michael, he looked at her with those eyes, full of hurt and pain and smiled at her. "May I feel your stomach?" he asked, "I have not felt a pregnant woman stomach since Sophie."
He was so sweet, you could tell he loved Courtney and her mother more then anything. More then life it self she bet. He brought his hand and touched her. The baby kicked and the both laughed. "He must like you," she told him. What made her say that? Why would she say that, the baby shouldn't like him. This was the man who had kidnapped her, took her hostage. Took her prisoner. Why did she have these feelings, instead of dwelling on her homesickness, she thought about how much she was enjoying Alcazar Company. Why did she feel these conflicting emotion. She wished she could talk for Courtney since they were in the same predicament, both hostages to great men. Did she feel this strange emotion that wasn't love, it was more like, fondness.
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Jason walked into Sonny's penthouse, he felt anger at his friend. How dare he try to hurt her, how dare he make her cry. He slammed the door shut when he walked in, he saw his friend by the wet bar turn around. "Why did you try to rough her up dammit," Jason shouted.
"I am doing what I have to do to get Carly back, if I send pictures of Courtney roughed up it may get Alcazar willing to trade," what did he mean willing. Why wouldn't Alcazar be willing to trade? I thought he loved his daughter, if he did why didn't he want to trade now, unless he thought Sonny was bluffing about her being killed, so that was the reason he wanted to rough her up.
"So you were going rough her up to show you were not bluffing," Jason had a better plan, but Sonny would hear nothing of it, that he all ready knew so why even try. HE looked at him, but if he sent the picture of her roughed up, that meant she might go home sooner and the dumb thing was, he wasn't ready to let her go.
A/N: Short, sorry but I hopped you liked it. Love Always Ashley.
Jason held her in his arms as she cried, he stroked her soft her. She was trying to be so strong but she couldn't do it and he understood. She tried, and succeeded in some ways. She had lasted longer with out the tears then most women; most women would have broke down. She needed this. Whispering words of comfort, to her telling her that it was okay. He pulled away and looked at her, her eyes were red, and her eyes were slightly puffy. He put his thumbs under her eyes and wiped the tears away.
She looked up at him, then away. He wanted to kiss her for some reason, wanted to taste those sweet, ripe looking lips. To tell her that she was safe with him, but after what just happen he knew Sonny would not be through with her but her would have to make sure that he wouldn't touch her again, make sure she stayed safe. "I'm going to make sure he doesn't come back in here, okay?" he told her, then removed his hands from her face with effort; he wanted to hold her, to protect her. Few women had stirred this emotion in him, and none had made him feel like he did now.
~*~
Why did her cheeks feel so cold, after he removed his hands, they had felt so warm while they were there but now they feel so cold. She watched him turn and go back out, not letting her answer him. The door closed and she turned and looked out the window. The skye was so dark and the stars were so bright. She felt like she was on her father's yacht, him helping her find the constellations, her love of stars, he said, came from her mother. Her mother, when she was pregnant, would sit on the deck and looked up. She would talk to her, would rub her stomach.
"Daddy, I love you and miss you," she said, as she looked up in the sky. She laid on the bed thinking about Jason, she couldn't seem to get him out of her head, the look in his eyes that said he wanted her. Wanted to kiss her, and she had wanted him too. Wanted to feel his lips on hers. She felt so protected in his arms, like no one could hurt her. She rubbed her head where it still burned from where the man had pulled it. She couldn't believe Jason had came to her rescue, he stood nose to nose with his boss, it was strange, why would he do that.
~*~
Carly helped him to bed, when he laid down she pulled the blanket up to his chin tucking him in like she did Michael, he looked at her with those eyes, full of hurt and pain and smiled at her. "May I feel your stomach?" he asked, "I have not felt a pregnant woman stomach since Sophie."
He was so sweet, you could tell he loved Courtney and her mother more then anything. More then life it self she bet. He brought his hand and touched her. The baby kicked and the both laughed. "He must like you," she told him. What made her say that? Why would she say that, the baby shouldn't like him. This was the man who had kidnapped her, took her hostage. Took her prisoner. Why did she have these feelings, instead of dwelling on her homesickness, she thought about how much she was enjoying Alcazar Company. Why did she feel these conflicting emotion. She wished she could talk for Courtney since they were in the same predicament, both hostages to great men. Did she feel this strange emotion that wasn't love, it was more like, fondness.
~*~
Jason walked into Sonny's penthouse, he felt anger at his friend. How dare he try to hurt her, how dare he make her cry. He slammed the door shut when he walked in, he saw his friend by the wet bar turn around. "Why did you try to rough her up dammit," Jason shouted.
"I am doing what I have to do to get Carly back, if I send pictures of Courtney roughed up it may get Alcazar willing to trade," what did he mean willing. Why wouldn't Alcazar be willing to trade? I thought he loved his daughter, if he did why didn't he want to trade now, unless he thought Sonny was bluffing about her being killed, so that was the reason he wanted to rough her up.
"So you were going rough her up to show you were not bluffing," Jason had a better plan, but Sonny would hear nothing of it, that he all ready knew so why even try. HE looked at him, but if he sent the picture of her roughed up, that meant she might go home sooner and the dumb thing was, he wasn't ready to let her go.
A/N: Short, sorry but I hopped you liked it. Love Always Ashley.