Accidentally In Love - 2
Jason suspected Alexis wouldn't take his suggestion well and he was right. For a second, she stood there as dazed as she was right after he'd shot Jerry.
She smiled before she spoke, "Have you lost your mind? Do you know how many red flags it would raise if we told people we were together? Who would believe I would be with you?"
Her voice told him he should be insulted. He wasn't. "You were with Sonny."
"He hadn't been previously engaged to my daughter. Jason, you and I haven't exactly been friends over the last few years." He watched as she moved about the room. She had regained her animated speaking style. "What do we tell people it was that supposedly brought us together: our long talks or our common interests?" She stopped a few inches in front of him.
Given the stress of the evening, he was willing to forgive her sarcasm. He replied without blinking, though the widening of her eyes nearly caused him to smile. "Sex."
"Funny." She smirked before she retreated to her side of the room.
He became more serious. "Tell people what you want to tell them. Tell them it's revenge for Sam sleeping with Ric. Or Sonny for sleeping with Carly. Does it really matter, Alexis? At some point people are going to start asking questions about Jerry and I'm going to be the prime suspect."
Alexis stared blankly ahead. Her arms wrapped protectively around her torso.
Jason continued, "When the cops finally figure out that Jerry's dead and you were the last to see him alive, they'll make you step down as DA. They'll probably get Baldwin or worse yet, Ric to prosecute the case. And they'll be just as anxious to get you as they are to get me. If you've got a better idea, I'd love to hear it."
"I could leave the country and take my girls." He noticed how Alexis began to fidget.
"Who do you think would find you first: Sonny, Ric or Helena? Who's gonna keep your girls safe?"
They discussed the matter for a few more minutes. Jason reminded Alexis this was the very solution she'd offered Sonny and Carly to keep Sonny out of prison. She told him that if they became a modern version of Sonny and Carly, she'd throw herself off of the top of Harborview Towers and he wouldn't have to worry about any testimony. He couldn't fight the smile that came.
Eventually, she caved. A plan was created. He would begin to visit her office during the day and they would be seen together in public at night. After two or three weeks, she'd resign as DA and they'd sneak off to the courthouse and get married. They'd stay married for a year or so and divorce quietly. It didn't matter since the marital privilege survived divorce. It just needed to look good.
As for Jerry, Alexis would tell Jax and anyone who listened that she and Jerry had been in a terrible argument, one in which he tried to hurt her. And that when it was all said and done, she told him she didn't want to see him again and she hadn't. Jason pointed that the closer she stayed to the truth, the less trouble she'd have.
Finally, Alexis headed up toward the shower looking utterly spent. Max arrived and reported the scene had been cleaned. While Alexis showered, Jason telephoned Diane and informed her that they had a situation.
Alexis changed into a third outfit: jeans and a t-shirt...both belonged to Jason. He took the sweats and gave them to Max to dispose of in case any trace evidence remained.
Jason asked her if she wanted to talk. He had enough experience with women to know they sometimes needed to do that. He handed her a cup of coffee. What she said surprised him.
"I thought I was dead, Jason. If you hadn't shown up, I think I might have been. I saw my girls' faces and I was terrified I wouldn't see them grow up. So, thank you. Thank you for saving my life."
"You're welcome."
"What were you doing there, anyway?"
"I figured out that if you knew who was responsible for Michael; they might have figured out that you knew. That put you in danger. I just hadn't guessed Jerry would hurt his own nephew. Michael's just a kid."
He noticed the way she looked at him, as though she was trying to read him. "How are you doing? I mean about Michael," she asked. "Part of me will always think of him as your little boy."
"Me too." Jason admitted out loud for the first time in ten years. Alexis was the first person who acknowledged he was Michael's dad first. Yes, he lost what should have been his son. He should be grieving, but he had to run the business; ironically, so Sonny could live his life. He stared off a bit.
"Well," she said. "It looks like we'll be spending a lot of time together, so if you ever want to talk..."
"I don't talk." They both chuckled. Just because he was quiet didn't mean he couldn't crack a joke.
Their plan was kicked into action sooner than either expected. That night he suggested Alexis stay at his place. He knew she might be overwhelmed if she went back to her own. Plus, Sonny and Ric had the girls, so, she was free to stay where she wanted.
The next morning, he woke early. After he made a cup of coffee, he began to look over some of the books. He hadn't gotten much sleep because he could hear Alexis stirring in the Penthouse. Given his line of work, he awakened at the sound of any movement. As he rubbed what felt like his bloodshot eyes, he heard a knock at the door, which was soon followed by Max's voice. "Mrs. Jax is here to see you."
Before he could answer, Carly barged into the midst of his living room. "You look like crap."
"I didn't get much sleep. What's going on?"
Carly was in a panic. She rambled on about Jax wanting to divorce her and she shared her theory that he would go back to Brenda. Jason attempted to get rid of her, something he'd never done successfully. Then something happened that would change the landscape of his friendship with Carly forever. Alexis, blissfully unaware of Carly's presence, sauntered down the stairs. Her hair was wet from the shower and she wore nothing but his t-shirt. Worse or better yet, she began speaking.
"Jason, you don't happen to have any more of my clothes hiding around here do you? I have no idea where I threw my clothes last night." The truth was Graciella had grabbed them and put them in the wash, so that Alexis would have something to wear home.
Carly became as pale as a ghost. Jason could have sworn she mouthed the word, "Alexis," but she wasn't able to produce a sound. He'd have known for sure, if he hadn't kept sneaking glances at Alexis's legs. They were amazing and he wondered why she didn't show them off more often.
Carly's voice invaded his thoughts, "What the he!! is she doing here? And why is she wearing your clothes?"
"Carly," he cautioned, "it's none of your business." He could see the discomfort etched on Alexis's face.
"Seriously Jase, I want to know what's going on, here! There is no way you are sleeping with her: anybody, but her."
Something in Carly's voice sparked a noticeable change in Alexis. Instead of standing tentatively by the stairs where she had been frozen, she walked to where he was standing.
He began to speak. "Carly, we need to discuss this later."
Alexis interrupted. "Jason, Carly is your friend." She ran small circles at the curve of his back, which admittedly began to affect him. "We have all the time in the world to finish what we've started." She kissed him on the cheek and headed toward the kitchen.
No sooner than she was gone, Carly burst into a fit of hysteria. Jason was making the worst mistake of his life. Alexis would ruin him. She became concerned about Sam's welfare and Elizabeth's welfare. Then suddenly she calmed. She simply stated that they must be up to something and she wouldn't stop until she figured out what it was.
Alexis returned a few minutes later. "How bad is it?" She wrinkled her brow and bit her lip.
"Carly's terrified we're sleeping together." Jason knew his friend better than anyone. He knew despite her bravado, what she had seen shook her to her core.
"Great." Alexis sank into the sofa. "That means the whole town will know soon." She walked toward the desk and reached for her purse. "I think I better call, Sonny."