Chapter 13 (R) storng langauge

Two months later, Jason found himself enmeshed in the Metro Court Hotel job. He'd been contacted by Jasper Jax to build the competition for the Port Charles Hotel.

Jason was excited at the notoriety a contract of this magnitude would bring. Jax was a prominent figure in many business endeavors in the US and abroad. Having his company's name attached to any project Jax was involved with could do nothing but good. Not to mention the payday. Completed on schedule it would bring an extra 500,000 bonus.

The only hang up was Mister Jax's architect, his wife, Carly Jax. She was loud, arrogant, abrasive, occasionally abusive. Immediately, Jason took a dislike. That dislike deepened when she began making passes at him. Passes that unfortunately, Liz had been witness to on a few occasions. Mrs. Jax was not discreet.

There were a few blow ups in the Webber-Morgan household over the woman's abominable behavior.

"Why don't you just tell her to keep her hands to herself!" Liz shouted.

"What good could that-" he stopped. "This is a very important job. I don't want to lose the contract. I ignore her, Elizabeth. I wish you would too."

"So, she can grope you, as long as you get to keep your contract?"

"That… is not what I was saying. All I'm saying is, if I can ignore it for the time being, just get through this job, we'll never have to deal with her again." He took a deep breath, "And, Elizabeth, I don't want her, I want you. Only you. You're the only one I think about-"

"Oh no, you will not be derailing this conversation with your sweet talk. If you don't say something to her, I will. Don't think I won't," she said, her face pink.

Jason looked at the calendar directly in front of him.

'Oh, shit,' he thought. 'It's day two, Cameron and I should be at the fishing cabin.'

Jason had no idea how to extricate himself from this argument.

"Well, what do you have to say to that?"

Jason stared at her stupidly for a moment.

"Can't you just pretend you don't see it, just until the hotel is built?"

Liz was livid. "Next time that skanky, bleach blond tramp touches you, I'm punching her in the face."

"Okay, um, I think I'm going to go to the store and buy you something. You know, I'll give you a break, too, and take Cam with me."

"You are not going anywhere. I know what it is, you think I'm all hormonal, like I'm PMS'ing or something."

"Well, you do get like this once a month."

"Oh, so you're a doctor, now, huh? You can diagnose PMS now? So, I can't control my hormones?"

"No, you can't. Look at you, you're shouting over-"

"Oh, you better not say nothing. It is not nothing that some trashy bimbo wants to fuck my boyfriend and he doesn't see fit to tell her he's taken."

"She knows I'm taken."

"That's worse, Jason."

Jason was getting lost, in exasperation he grasped at straws. "What can I do to make you not yell at me anymore?"

"You could tell that cheap whore to fuck off."

"Okay, I'm not going to do that."

She took a breath.

"What the fuck do you mean you're not going to do that? Are you fucking kidding!? First you ask me what's bugging me and I tell you, you tell me to ignore it. That doesn't work so you ask me what you can do to make it better, I tell you, and you won't fucking do it! "

"No, I'm won't. I'm going to finish this job and never, ever see her again."

"Fuck that, you might not see me ever again with that attitude."

He turns to the door.

"I'm going to leave so you can deal with your issues."

"Motherfuck," she said, picking up something handy, a vase, and pitching it at his head. Fortunately, he ducked in time and got out the door.

Ten minutes later, Liz is sobbing on the phone to Emily, who can barely understand her. She's getting a few words, like "Jason…bastard…bitch…Carly…hitting on my man…fuck him…told him to tell her to fuck off…he wouldn't…fuck him…he left…threw a vase at his head…missed the fucker."

Emily spent the next two hours consoling her friend. Then a very ticked off Emily got on the phone with Jason.

"Oh, you've messed up."

"What did I do wrong?"

Emily paused a second, taking in her brother's stupidity. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"I ignore Carly, I stay away from her. I told Elizabeth I'm only interested in her, but she lost it. Threw a vase at my head. I don't think I've ever heard her swear like before. She can be scary."

"You were asking for it. You knew the state of mind she was in, you aren't new. Why else do you go to the fishing cabin for three days? You knew it was a bad idea, you should have disengaged quickly and run away. There was no way you were getting out unscathed."

"But, I didn't do anything wrong."

"It doesn't matter. All you had to do was agree. Even if you had no plans to do whatever she said. All you had to do was agree, you moron!"

"I'm not going to lie to her."

"You're an idiot. Okay, let me ask you this? Do you want your relationship with Liz to be over? Because it seems to me this Carly Jax thing is a deal breaker."

"I want to be with Elizabeth, I just want to finish this contract. I don't give a shit about Carly. Elizabeth is right, she's a skank."

"Did you say anything like that to your girlfriend?"

"No."

"Why not, numb nuts? All you had to do was agree. Moron."

"Well, what do I do to fix it? Please stop calling me a moron and give me some damn advice."

"Well, you're not going home tonight."

"Can I crash with you and-"

"Big negative there, bro. Liz is bringing Cameron over to stay a bit and she doesn't need to see you. Plus, I did that thing where I told you she was pregnant. I'm not doing that again, I already took one for the team."

"Well, where do I go?"

"Rent a room at Jake's, dipshit."

"Emily!"

"What, you told me not to call you 'moron'."

"Okay, I stay at Jake's. When should I talk to Elizabeth?"

"Look, you need to leave messages everyday, saying you were wrong. And if you can't bring yourself to do that, at least say she was right. Ask after Cameron and be humble."

"Alright, Emily. What do I do about Carly Jax?"

"My suggestion is not to deal with her, go straight to Jasper. I have the feeling if Liz sees that woman look at you sideways she may flip out and kill us all."

"And she swears she's not crazy."

"Not the point."

"Okay, I'm going to go rent that room now."

"Yeah, well, you do that. I'm going to sit with your son and console your girlfriend."

"I'm sorry, Emily."

"Wrong person, idiot."

"Good bye, Emily."

She opened the door fifteen minutes later when Liz arrived.

"I don't-"

"Honey, just take a break. Go to Jake's, get a drink or two or three. Try to relax."

Emily took Cameron into her arms.

"Seriously, thin thread here honey, go unwind."

"Can't I just stay here with you?"

"No, babe, Nikolas is scared you'll castrate him and quite frankly so am I. Just go have a brew or a shot, shoot some pool, whatever."

"I guess, shouldn't be all cooped up anyway. Has Jason called you?"

Emily circumvented the truth a tad.

"No, Jason has not called me. But if he does call, what should I tell him?"

"To fuck right off to hell," she said.

Liz gasped when she realized what she'd said in front of her son. Emily covered the boy's ears and said, "Liz!"

Cameron just started chanting the swear word.

"Liz, just go now. I'll see you tomorrow."

"'Kay."