"My name is Darian," the blonde offered gamely as she watched Jax fumble in his pockets, looking for the card key to his room. "That's an interesting name," he finally said, trying to steady himself when the room began to spin. "What's yours?" she asked, her blue eyes following his shoddy movements. "Jap... Jack... Jasper," he finally managed to say, holding onto the doorway to balance himself. "Just as interesting, just like I suspected," she said aloud to herself.
Darian smiled and watched him in fascination. She had wanted his body at first but now she was more enthralled with his mind. What could cause this one muscular, extremely attractive man to seek comfort in alcohol and not give a damn about an inviting, beautiful woman who was obviously very willing to pleasure him? She reached out a hand and lifted his chin up until she was looking right into this eyes- interesting shade of blue they were. And extremely filled with hurt. Ah, a woman, she realized with a twinge of disappointment. She had thought him beyond that, she had figured him to be the heartbreaker. She marveled at the stupidity of a woman who would let this man slip out of her grasp. Perhaps he was unintelligent and boring? He didn't seem to be.
With renewed determination, she set out to discover all the intricacies of Jasper Jacks. Sliding her hand deliberately down his chest until she reached his belt buckle, she teasingly left her hand there a moment longer than necessary and finally reached behind him to his back pocket. Letting her hand drift over his smooth behind, she finally yanked out his wallet and searched for the card key. Typical of a wealthy man- his wallet was filled to capacity with cash and credit cards. The key card stuck out like a sore thumb, the only card that wasn't a shiny gold or platinum silver. She swiftly inserted the card as he stared at her, pushing open the door. "Come on, handsome, let me show you what I can do," she whispered thickly into his ear as she pulled him inside.
"Go away," Jax said frustratingly, wiping his hand over his eyes to clear his vision. Why was that woman- Darian- why was she even here? God, just leave him alone. That's all he wanted to do- be alone and wallow in his own misery. No, he didn't want that. He didn't want to be miserable anymore. He wanted to be happy, damn it. He wanted to stop seeing Courtney's damn face flashing through his mind. What the hell was he doing anyway? He had only been seeing her for six months. Why was it affecting him so much? He liked her, yes. But he was making too big of a deal out of this, he was taking this way too damn hard and it irritated him. He tried to move over to the bed but tripped over his own foot and fell with a resounding thud onto the floor.
"Ugh," he groaned, clutching his head agony. Darian walked over to the mini bar, popped open a small bottle of vodka and drank some, reveling in the smooth burning path it traveled down from her throat into the center of her stomach. She walked over to the window and stared outside at the magnificent view. She changed her mind. This man was not only wealthy, he was very wealthy. Turning around, she watched him in silence as he rolled over and struggled to get up on all four. My God, he is a miserable man, she thought to herself. Finally, she walked over to him and tried to help him up. He forcefully pushed her hand away and reached blindly for anything to help him regain his balance. She decided to forgive him for his rudeness and helped him onto the bed. He automatically rolled over flat on his back and sighed heavily.
Darian watched the tensed lines on his forehead smooth out for a minute before he winced again, as if he just had a bad thought. Perhaps it was her freakish need to psychoanalyze anyone she met that garnered her interest or perhaps it was a need to slightly mollify her bruised ego that this man was not the slightest bit enthused about her offer for an entire night of hot sex but she decided that she would not take advantage of him. Darian Rousse rarely got rejected and when she did, she usually found a way to make the man pay for it. However, this man struck a sensitive cord in her. Perhaps it was because he reminded her of herself only two months ago, trying to drink away her depression over a person who was not worth the time.
She sat next to him on the bed and remarked observingly, "She did a real number on you." Jax tried to open his eyes but the bright lights hurt him so he automatically shut them again. "Which one?" he asked ironically, and then laughed hollowly at his own pathetic state. She reached over to turn off the light and felt his body relax slightly as darkness encompassed the room. The plot thickens. There is more than one, she thought to herself. "Which one do you want to tell me about?" she asked, taking another drink of vodka. "I don't want to talk about it!" he yelled harshly and then covered his ears when the sound of his voice seemed to resonate within the confines of his head. Darian shivered slightly at his tone of voice. She did so enjoy a man when he was angry. Bending down, she slowly kissed him and moved her lips provocatively in a manner that encouraged him to kiss her back. But the man simply laid there, indifferent to her searing kisses. She straightened back up and stared down at him, her fascination now more than doubled. She was not offended in the least, which surprised her. Instead, she asked him, "Do I kiss better than her?" Jax grabbed a pillow and held it against his head, willing her to go away. When he heard her muffled speech continuing above him, he decided that if asking her nicely wasn't going to work, then perhaps being a jerk would. "No, you don't," he said flatly, removing the pillow and staring into the dark. The room had finally stopped spinning but he still felt weak and stagnant.
Darian realized what he was trying to do and smiled to herself. It really was a shame she was more intrigued with his mind than his body at the moment. "What's her name?" she asked. Sensing that she wasn't going to go away, he said, "BrendaCourtney." She raised her eyebrows and looked down to see the moonlight revealing his face. "Brenda? Or Courtney?" she asked. Jax rolled over so that his back was to her and stared at the wall. "Both," he replied bitterly. "Go on," she said invitingly, stretching out so that she was laying side by side with him. "What the hell do you care? It's none of your damned business!" he said vehemently. "I make it my business when you reject me for it!" she replied calmly.
Angrily turning around, he glared straight into her eyes and said loudly, "You want to know what the hell happened? You want to hear why I was trying to drink myself into oblivion? Let me tell you why! I loved Brenda with all my heart but she broke it repeatedly when she kept going back to Sonny! Do you know who Sonny Corinthos is? He is a bastard mobster who does nothing but hurt those around him! She kept going back until he drove her insane! And I still tried to be her friend, I kept doing whatever I could for her and she finally got better. And you know what she finally did? She finally told me she chose me. And I believed her, with my heart and soul because I couldn't believe that she could look at me with those beautiful brown eyes of hers like that and be lying to me! We were supposed to start a new life, a happy life, I was supposed to finally get my happy life! And then her crazy mother came to town and drove them both off a cliff! And it's like I died with her. There was no light. There was no happiness, there was only a numbing pain that refused to go away. I tried to go on, but inside I was dying each day. Oh, there were other women. Chloe, Skye... even V and Alexis. I cared about all of them but none of them made me feel the way Brenda did! None of them made me feel alive, made me feel like my heart was whole again. They all filled tiny pieces of it but it was never complete. I gave up, damn it, I gave up and I swore to myself never to fall in love again. And then she came back, she wasn't dead. She had just kept it a secret because she told me she was thinking of what's best for me. Told me she had the same genetic disease as her mother and she didn't want to hurt me. I didn't care! It hurt me one thousand times worse that she knew I was out there, trying to get by each day, trying to deal with her death and she was alive the entire time! She finally came back and we were going to get married and you know what she did? She spent the night before our wedding kissing that damn Corinthos again! You know who I found that out from? Corinthos' own wife! That's right, my fiancé and Carly's husband were kissing the night before our wedding. I waited and I waited for her to tell me. I just wanted her to trust me enough to tell me the truth but she never did! I finally confronted her in front of everyone during the ceremony!" he yelled, his eyes blurring up.
Darian sat muted, shocked at his anguished tirade. She had absolutely no idea his problems were so severe. She was about to say something when he spoke again. But this time, his voice was uncharacteristically sad and tinged with more than a little regret.
"I did it in front of everybody. Sonny left her at the alter once and I saw what it did to her. I honestly didn't want to ask her in front of anyone. I wanted her to tell me on her own but she never did. And it wasn't until she spoke her vows as if she really meant it that it drove me mad. I couldn't believe she could stand there and swear to be my wife, to honor me with truth and respect, when she was lying to me. She was so angry that day. I'll never forget the look of hurt and betrayal in her eyes. B-Because it was exactly what I was feeling in my heart. God, I loved her so much but when she left me, I couldn't blame her. We had done each other wrong, we couldn't go back," he finished faintly, wiping the tears from his eyes. "And Courtney..." Darian tried to ask but was stopped when Jax savagely swore and said, "I don't want to talk about her!"
Was it her imagination or did Jasper Jacks seem even angrier now than earlier? Was it even possible? "Why not?" she asked matter-of-factly. "I just don't, so drop it!" he yelled venomously. So Brenda is not the one who has got him riled up like this, Courtney is, Darian concluded. He was hurt about the brunette but it was obvious he had come to terms with it. Courtney was his current weakness.
She noticed that the sky outside was beginning to lighten. Dawn was approaching. She looked down and saw that he was breathing heavily and holding his hands to the side of his head. The alcohol was doing its worst to him. Feeling a little bit sorry for him after his woeful tale, she stood up and tried to push him up further so that he could at least lay on a pillow. He lurched when she touched him and she was once again amazed at his adverse reaction. Whoever these two women were, they had done a successful job at turning him off of women. Well, at least temporarily. She doubted that this virile man would ever be able to stay away from the female sex forever. She tried to roll him over and he struggled. She saw his eyes squint and his face turn a sick green. She knew what was going to happen and tried to jump out of the way but was not quick enough. He leaned over and threw up on the side of the bed, effectively getting some on her red dress as well as on his own shirt. She stepped back and watched as he coughed and sputtered.
"Feel better?" she asked dryly and closed her eyes in disgust when he flopped back onto the bed. "You're damn lucky your sad little tale entertained my psychoanalysis mind tonight or I'd leave you here to tend for yourself!" she told him as she picked up the phone and sent for someone to come clean up the mess. A minute later, there was a light knock on the door as a janitor made his way in. He worked quickly and efficiently so she reached for Jasper's wallet and tipped him nicely. She fluttered her fingers in a wave as he made his exit and turned her gaze downward at the man on the bed. She refused to go anywhere smelling like this so she deftly pulled off his shirt and pants, tossing them onto the armchair. She stripped out of her own dress and dug through his closet for a shirt she could borrow. Finally settling on a light blue button down collared shirt and a pair of his boxers, she sauntered into the bathroom to take a shower.