(18) Puck in the Net

Belle, Mimi, and Chloe ironed out their differences within a few days. As a peace offering, Belle invited the two girls to join herself, Shawn and Brady on a weekend trip to visit her brother Eric in Chicago. Eric was now working as a freelance fashion photographer in the city. Chloe accepted the offer, eager to get away from Salem for awhile. Mimi declined due to work conflicts and to spend some time with her family.

They arrived at Eric’s apartment late that afternoon. He gave a proud tour of his spacious studio apartment. While Brady, Shawn and Belle argued for what to have for dinner, Chloe looked at Eric’s portfolio. He sat next to her, explaining each shot. Chloe confessed that she was hooking up with Jackie Wells’s modeling agency. Eric voiced his approval, “She’s got a great reputation in town.” He asked her if she had any head-shots. Chloe shook her head, “You got any advice? Like what’s a good price. I know they’re expensive, but if I can help it, I don’t want to get ripped off.”
Eric laughed, “I know what you mean. They can be really expensive, depending on the photographer. If you want, I can do them for you. I was planning on taking shots of Belle and Brady this weekend anyway. It will be fun.”
“You’d do that? Oh my God, that’d be great. How much do you want?”
“I don’t want any money. I’d rather do it for free. I’d consider it as a favor to Belle.”
“That is so nice of you.”
“I’ll tell you straight up though. You’ve got a lot to learn if you want to do this. You need a really tough skin to make it in this industry.”
Chloe shrugged and closed the portfolio, “I know, Jackie kind of forewarned me. But I told her that I didn’t want to jump into this too extensively. Just a few things here and there, enough to get by.”
“You say that now, but a lot can change. For some, nothing happens, for others, it’s like a runaway train. Everything happens so quickly and before they know it, they’re at a career peak. A lot of models crash and burn.”
“Gee, thanks for the encouragement.”
“Hey, I’m just being honest. The more you know going into this, the better.”
“I’ll keep that mind.”
“I’m not trying to steer you away from the business or anything. You’ve definitely got the look they’re craving. You might as well capitalize on it now while you can. You can make a lot of money while it lasts.”
Chloe slouched in her chair, “You make it sound so…hard. Maybe I should just be a dishwasher. Brady would love that.”
“Noooo, don’t do that. I say go for it.”
Chloe, now disheartened, changed the subject. “I’m starving!” she yelled to the squabbling siblings.

Eric grabbed his keys, “Come on, we’re going to get Chinese.”
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“So what do you guys want to do tonight?” Eric asked as he jammed a wad of noodles into his mouth. Shawn looked back and forth from Brady to Eric, “The Black Hawks are playing the Red Wings.”
“Good idea,” the chimed together.
“You think we can get tickets?”
“I doubt it. But can always try.”
Chloe glanced at Belle, unable to hide her confusion. Belle swallowed, and mumbled, “Hockey.”
Chloe frowned, “No way.”
Brady kicked her gently under the table, “What, you never been to a hockey game before?”
“No,” she mumbled in disgust.
“You might like it.”
Chloe shook her head stubbornly.

Shawn reached for his drink, “Hey, I forgot to tell you. Jason, Matt, and their dad are in town just to see the game. I told him were coming. Maybe we could hook up with them.”
Chloe’s face lit up unexpectedly, “Well maybe it isn’t such a bad idea” she quipped. The trio glared at her suspiciously, surprised by her sudden change of opinion. Chloe blushed and grabbed a forkful of food. “What?! You said it yourself Brady. I might like it. Can’t I change my mind.”
“I guesssss,” Shawn said as he looked at Belle.
Chloe threw down her napkin, “So let’s go then.”
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As miracles would have it, the four were able to get tickets at the last minute. Chloe searched the roaring crowd anxiously. They found empty seats high in the stands. Chloe struggled to conceal her frustration. She sat next to Belle, watching the game in silent boredom. She had no clue what was really going on. She perked up when she heard Brady shouting to Shawn, “Hey, I see Jason, Matt, and their dad.” Chloe sat up, following the direction of his point. Sure enough, they were directly across from them on the other side of the rink.

Chloe’s mood brightened considerably now that she had something more ideal to look at. During the intermission break, she spotted Jason and Matt heading towards the concessions. She obliged enthusiastically when Eric and Brady asked if she wanted to join them to get a drink. The got in one of the seemingly endless lines and waited. She looked around before finally spotting Jason. She stared at him for awhile before he finally noticed her. He did a double take, then a smiling chin up.

He said something to his brother before heading her direction. Chloe broke away from her place in line to meet him. Unable to control the ridiculous grin on her face, she crossed her arms and looked at the ground. “What is up Chloe? You surprised the hell out of me. I didn’t think it was you at first.”
Chloe shrugged nervously, unable to speak.
Jason smiled, “Who are you here with?”
“I’m with Belle, Shawn, Brady, and her other brother Eric.”
“Oh yeah, that’s right. Shawn mentioned something about that. I didn’t know you were coming too.”
“It was a last minute thing.”
Chloe reached out as a guy bumped Jason into her. Jason shot him a dirty look but remained close to her. “Wow, I never would have pegged you as the type to watch hockey. I didn’t think you’d be interested in it at all.”
Chloe nodded and met his eyes, feeling her heart do a little flip. “It’s all right,” she lied, smiling.
Jason gave a small laugh, “You’re so full of shit. You don’t know anything about it, do you?”
Chloe gave in and shook her head, “Not a thing.”
“If you want, I can teach you a little. That way you won’t be completely lost for the rest of the night.”
“Shoot.”
Jason locked eyes with her, and in his sexiest voice, said, “The object of the game is to get the PUCK in the NET.”

Chloe blushed deeply. There’s that sexual innuendo again. Damn if he didn’t have his way…

Chloe tuned out after that, nodding absently as he continued his generous tutorial.

Eyes locked as they each pondered their own game of Puck in the Net.

When he was finished, he sighed. Chloe glanced behind her to see Brady and Eric’s progress in the line. She caught eyes with Brady, who smirked when he saw who she was talking to. “What do you want?” he mouthed. Chloe mouthed “Pepsi.” Brady averted his gaze between the two and shook his head. Chloe looked away, figuring it was best to ignore him.
She jammed her hands in her coat pocket and smiled at Jason. “Sooo?” she murmured.
Jason pulled her off to a less crowded spot. “So where’s Philip?”
Chloe let out an embarrassed sigh, dropping her shoulders, “In Salem I guess. I wouldn’t know for sure. He and I are taking a little…break.”
Jason nodded, “I see. So you basically threw him in the “penalty box.”
Chloe threw her head back and giggled, “Yeah, the penalty box. Good way of putting it.”
“Damn, now he really can’t put the puck in the net.”
“No he can’t.”
“Oh. That’s too bad. Thank God I’m still on the rink,” he offered bravely. “I am on the rink…aren’t I?
Chloe bit her lip “Maybe.”
“Maybe is a lot better than the penalty box. Thanks for letting me play.”
“I got to hand it to you Jason, you do it so well.”
“I live to put the puck in the net,” he leered.
“I see that.”
“Is it that obvious?”
“Ehh, a little. But that’s your strategy.”
“What can I say, I’m competitive.”
“Ahhh.”
“You like it?”
“Sometimes.”
“Sometimes?”
“Sometimes not.”
“Damn.”

Before things could get more heated, Eric and Brady joined them. Brady handed Chloe her drink and watched as Matt approached. Chloe sipped her drink, praying Brady wouldn’t say anything to embarrass her. Feeling a little out of place she remained quiet when the guys discussed the game. Her heart flipped a few more times when Jason inched closer to her, brushing his arm against hers a few times- on accident of course.
“We should all hook up after the game,” Matt said.
Brady and Eric considered this and agreed it was a good idea. “Where you guys staying?” Brady asked.
“The Ambassador.”
“If we don’t see you after this, we’ll give you a call or stop by.”
“Sounds good.” Matt said.
Brady, Eric and Matt did their signature handshake from their school house days. They broke away, eager to get back to their seats. Chloe followed them, taking one last look at Jason. He winked at her one last time before turning away.

Chloe shivered to herself, groaning.

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Puck in the Net, Continued...

Michael Wells hook up with old college buddy for drinks.

Eric, Brady, and Matt hustle to hootchie gootchie titty bar. Must catch up on old times, they say.

Jason, Chloe, Shawn, and Belle dust in the wind. Stranded at the Ambassador.

“This is a VERY nice room you got,” Chloe said as she admired the elegant suite. She went to the window to check out the view. “Your dad must be a real money bags.”
“Can we say corporate discount?” Jason quipped from behind her.
Chloe looked over her shoulder, “Yeah, well I’m still impressed.”

Shawn and Belle sat down on the loveseat. “This is great. We’ve been completely deserted. They didn’t even leave us any freaking alcohol. What the hell are we supposed to do?” Shawn voiced in frustration.
Jason took a seat in the chair next to the bed and flipped on the tv. “There’s alcohol here. Not that much, but some. Grab what you want from the bar. My dad doesn’t care, we can just charge it to the room.”
Shawn went to get up but Belle pulled him back down. “What the f--- Belle, I’m bored. Might as well get wasted.”
“No!”
“Do you have any other ideas?”
“I don’t know Shawn.” She looked at Jason, “What else is there?”
Jason looked at Chloe’s backside as he said, “There’s an indoor pool in the fifth floor. It’s got a hot tub and sauna.”
Shawn patted Belle’s arm. “Nope, pools are out of the question,” he said sarcastically.
Belle rolled her eyes.
Jason regarded them in confusion, “Why not? There’s a store in the lobby that sells swimsuits. We can all go downstairs and get freaky.”
Shawn looked at Belle, hoping maybe she’s give in.
“I don’t think so,” Belle said firmly.
“Why not?” Jason asked.
“It’s my time of the month,” she said bluntly. She smiled at Chloe who turned around at her confession.

Jason and Shawn recoiled simultaneously, screaming.

Chloe nearly fell on the floor laughing when Jason yelled, “Forget that! Next!”
“That’s what I thought,” Belle retorted. “Is there any place to shop around here?”
“Belle, no,” Shawn groaned. “Isn’t it a little too late for that?”
“It’s never too late to shop Shawn.”
Jason sat up, “Actually, there is an international marketplace mall thingie a few blocks down. I think they’re open til midnight.”
Belle looked at her watch, “That gives us a little over an hour.” She stood up and pulled Shawn to his feet. “Belle, I really don’t want to do this.”
“Hey! Chloe and I just spent three hours at a hockey game. You think we were thrilled about that?”
Chloe smiled at Belle knowingly. She had a point. Shawn needed serious ammo to top that one.

Unfortunately, he didn’t.

Belle went to grab Jason, “Come on.” Her efforts remained fruitless. Jason wouldn’t budge, “I’m not going f---ing shopping. By all means, go ahead. But I’m not going to join you.”
“Jason!”
“I’m sorry.”
“Fine then. Stay and watch Magnum PI reruns.” She turned to Chloe, “You ready?”

Chloe shrugged uncomfortably and sat on the bed. “I don’t know Belle. I’m not really in the mood.”
“Come Chloe. We won’t be gone that long.”
Chloe rubbed her temples and sighed. “I just don’t feel like going out. I kind of got sensory bombardment from the game. I just want to be somewhere quiet.”
“So you’re going to stay here with Jason?”
“Is that ok?”
“I guess,” Belle said sadly.
Jason stood up and went to his dresser. He handed Belle the key Matt left behind. “Here, take this to get in. Who knows, maybe we’ll change our minds and catch up with you later.”
“Then how will you get in if we don’t cross paths?” Shawn asked.
Jason patted his back pocket, “I got my own.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, go ahead.”
Belle grabbed the key and stuffed it on her purse. Jason escorted them to the door, wishing them a merry shopping escapade.

Alone at last…

“Care for a drink?” he asked as he padded towards the refrigerator bar.
Chloe took off her coat and lay back on her elbows. “Sure.”
“What does a girl like you drink anyway? Something with class, I presume,” he said over his shoulder.
Chloe flashed him a sexy smile and said, “You pick something. Surprise me.”
Jason threw his head down, “Well shit, the pressure’s on now.”
“I have faith in you.”
“God forbid if I disappoint.”
“Just get me a f---ing drink Jason.”
Jason sucked in his breath, completely caught off guard “Girl don’t talk dirty to me like that. You’ll give me a boner.”
“Uh oh.”

He made his selection and hid it behind him. He grabbed glass tumblers and walked back to his chair. Chloe followed him curiously with her eyes. “So what did you pick?”
He sat down and placed the glasses on the end table next to him. “You’re going to have to come here to find out.”
Chloe rubbed her left eye, “Is everything a game to you?”
Jason sighed, “Basically. I am a true player. Are you going to have drink with me or not?”
Chloe hesitated before getting up. She crossed the room and stood in front of him waiting. Jason pointed to his lap, “We’ve been through this before Chloe. You know where to sit.”
Chloe groaned and twisted her hair in a knot. She kicked off her shoes and gave in, sitting gingerly on his lap.

He leaned back suddenly, producing a bottle of red wine to Chloe. Chloe’s eyes lit up. She smirked at Jason. “Wine?”
“It’s not my beverage of preference or anything, but it seems appropriate for the moment.”
“Really?”
Jason unraveled the foil and popped the cork, “Definitely.”

Chloe picked up the two glasses and allowed him to pour. He set the bottle down and took his glass. She met his eyes, waiting to see what kind of toast he could come up with. He pushed her hair over her shoulder and placed his hands around her waist. He pointed his glass to hers and said, “A toast… To this ‘thing’ between us.” Chloe smiled and tapped her glass approvingly, “To this ‘thing’.” Jason bounced his leg beneath her thighs and sipped.

He grabbed the remote from the end table and began to flip through the channels. Chloe leaned back to adjust comfortably. She placed her feet on the ottoman in front of her. Her eyes fluttered at the faint scent of his cologne.

Drakkar Noir…

Si senorita, yo soy contenta. Es muy facil, tambien.

Jason continued his channel surfing and took another drink. He stopped at HBO when he seen “Fight Club.” “Ahhh,” he yelled. He paused briefly, then instinctively flipped one channel higher. “Shit! The Kings are playing. Ahhh f---! Fight Club or Jason Williams – what to do, what to do!”
Chloe grabbed the remote and clicked it off, the decision now made.
Jason reached for it desperately, “NOOOOOO. Girl what are you doing? Are you crazy? Shit, I forgot what channel it was!”
Chloe slipped off his lap and tossed the remote to him. She slid onto to the bed and lay on her belly. She held her glass in front her and glanced over shoulder to Jason, who flipped the tv back on.

Sacremento Kings it was. Romance USA, why don’t we...

No soy contenta.

She polished off her round and reached for the bottle. She gave herself a refill and returned to the bed. .She turned onto her side, hip curled, facing the tv. She nearly choked when Jason suddenly shouted, “Girl don’t lay with your hips facing me like that. What are you trying to do, kill me?” Chloe rolled onto her elbows again and pouted. She took another swig and lay on her back, placing the drink on her belly.

Jason set his own glass down and joined her on the bed, still flipping the remote. He lay on his side, staring into her eyes. He looked up for a brief moment. “Here, is this what you want to watch?” Chloe turned her head to peek at the selection- Romance Classics logo affixed in the lower right of the screen. Chloe recognized the movie, “Grand Isle” with Kelly McGillis and Julian Sands. It was a favorite “chick flick” of Nancy’s.

Jason shook his head in annoyance, “Check this s--- out.” He watched the scene briefly and cackled. He fell serious and began an exaggerated southern drawl. Chloe smiled as he cooed, “And I will hide in your boudoir- ready to pounce upon you in the late of night while you lay sleeping. Awakening you with passionate kisses. And you will shout ‘Hark you scoundrel. How dare you trespass into my sleeping quarters!” As I attempt to confess my desire, you smack me across the face. I turn to leave, heartbroken by your utter rejection. Mystified by the pathway to your heart.”

Chloe laughed so hard she nearly cried. This guy was clown!!! Jason smiled at her, “What, you like that?” Chloe nodded, still unable to control her laughter. “Where did you come up with that?”
Jason shrugged, “I don’t know, it was off the cuff.”
Chloe gathered herself slightly, “You are so random.”
“Hey, at least I’m original.”
Chloe tilted her head adoringly, “That you are.”

Jason stared at her for a moment, then leaned in for a kiss. Chloe jerked up suddenly before he could land it. In the process, she spilt her wine on the front of her shirt. Jason grabbed her glass away from her as she said, “Ohhhh shit!!!” She remained stiff as Jason sat the glass on the table. Jason grabbed her hands, “Here, just slide down so it doesn’t roll onto the bed.” Chloe slid to the end of the bed and remained on her elbows. Jason ran into the bathroom to grab a hand towel.

Chloe took it from him, patting the wet fabric. She pressed it to her firmly and stood up. She walked into the dimly lit bathroom and turned on the faucet. She winced in frustration, realizing she didn’t have a choice. She unbuttoned her shirt slowly and pulled it off. She placed it under the stream and began to scrub it with a small bar of soap. “Damn,” she hissed under her breath as she scrubbed frantically. Mimi just loaned her this shirt.

She rinsed the shirt off after several scrubs and gave up. She shut off the faucet and rested her hands on the counter. She sighed and looked her reflection in the mirror. She could hear Jason talking on the phone in the next room. What the hell? She thought. Her gazed roamed to the luxurious bathtub behind her. Chloe turned around, hand still resting on the counter as she took in the view.

Fancy, fancy… Slick marble floors. Gold lined faucets for the bathtub. Steps leading to the bathtub (for two, it seemed). The shower stood by itself on the other side of the room. Marble, and equipped with gold, again. At this moment, the room’s lone source of lightening came from the luxurious shower.

Chloe had a quick flash of an unexpected fantasy: her and Jason going at it in THAT shower. Chloe rubbed her forehead, embarrassed by her runaway imagination. She rubbed her feet over cool marble floor, catching the bath mat with her toes. She stopped when she saw the figure in the doorway out of the corner of her eye.

Muchacho…

Lingering a bit, as he caught his breath. She stood in her jeans, shirtless. Jason gulped at the site of her black lace bra. Namely, it’s contents. Then from God knows where, he heard himself say, “I called the front desk. The lady said salt works good on wine stains.” Chloe nodded, blinking slowly. Jason mentally noted her lack of urgency to conceal herself. She just stood there, gazing at him seductively, somehow knowing she had the best of him.

Feeling a rush of adrenalin, he approached her slowly. Chloe met him halfway, not wasting time as she slipped her tongue into him anxiously. Jason gave in unwaveringly, allowing her passionate journey to continue. She moaned slightly as he pulled her towards him gently, hands roaming down her backside. She ran her hands from his waist to his chest before hooking hers arms under his shoulder.

To this ‘thing’ between us… chink!

Jason pulled her hips towards him eagerly, continuing to duel his tongue with hers. Chloe’s groin throbbed painfully with arousal. She let out another moan as his tongue roved to her neck. “I want you,” she breathed lustfully. Jason responded with more passion, flicking his tongue in and out of her ear. He stopped suddenly, leaving Chloe panting with desire. He turned to shut the door behind him and locked it.

“Are you all right with this?” he whispered.
Chloe nodded, not giving a flying s--- about reason at that particular moment. She reached for him anxiously. Chloe peeled off his shirt, dropping it on the floor next to her. She bit her lips and pulled her hair back slightly. Jason traced his finger approvingly over her cleavage, then skillfully unfastening the front hook with one hand. Chloe’s breast heaved to the rhythm of her panting.

Chloe pulled her bra off as Jason cupped her breasts firmly, greeting each aerola with unrelenting passion. He circled his tongue wildly over each nipple. Chloe gasped in delight. Jason led her towards the bathtub, gently guiding her down to the top step. He slid to his knees, now ready to advance her to the next stage of the game.

Chloe leaned back to watch as he slowly loosened her button and unzipped her jeans. She raised her hips slightly as he pulled off her jeans. He set them off to the side and reached for her face. He kissed her lips gently, locking eyes with her as he laced his fingers under her panties. Chloe ran her fingers through his hair as he teased the removal. Once they were off, he ran his hands along her hips, pulling her towards him. He guided her into a straddle position, securing her legs around his waist. He turned slightly, leaning her gently onto the bath mat.

He kissed her passionately one last time before assuming his position. Chloe stared at him earnestly as he spread her legs open gently. He licked his lips before lowering herself. Chloe shuddered slightly as he grazed her clitoris with his thumb. Jason looked up from between her thighs, “You’re wet,” he whispered ardently. She nodded weakly, her mind and body now consumed with desire.

Chloe moaned feverishly and arched her back as he introduced his tongue to her moist cavity. She tilted her head and closed her eyes as he continued with titilating rhythm. Chloe dug her heels into his back, inner thighs trembling. She raised her arms over her head, clawing into the air behind her. She pulled her hair as she ascended towards climax.

Just before she reached orgasm, Chloe sat upright. Jason stared at her incredulously. Chloe readjusted, motioning him to sit up. He followed her lead as she had him lean his back against the bathtub wall. She straddled his thighs, feverishly attacking his zipper. Jason assisted her as she slid his pants to his lower hips. Jason covered his erection, still within the safe confines of his boxer briefs. He grabbed her wandering hand gently. Chloe thrashed her head back and forth in frustration, “Please!” she whispered.
“Please what?” he whispered sincerely.
“Please Jason, I want you inside me. Please,” she whimpered desperately.

Jason touched her shoulders gently. Chloe was clearly new at getting carried away. He was far more seasoned at this kind of temptation, but with her, his resistance crumbled. He moved his hand away, allowing her to see just how much he wanted her. Chloe froze, stroking his member in deep fascination.

She scooted towards him, eager to envelop his manhood, willing to surrender her own innocence…

Jason stopped her before she could advance any further. “Wait,” he said in a low voice. “This isn’t the best position for your first time. It might hurt.” Chloe climbed off him, desperate for guidance. Jason led her backwards onto the bath mat and positioned himself between her legs. Chloe fumbled to help him as he pushed his pants down a bit further. Once satisfied, he leaned on his forearms and gazed into her eyes. He brushed his lips gently against her cheeks, and eyes before resting on them her lips. “Oh my God, you are so beautiful. Are you ready?”

Chloe nodded, a nervous rush suddenly competing with her consuming arousal. She closed her eyes, feeling the head of his penis at the entrance of her vagina. Before he could give the first introductory thrust , they were interrupted by a pounding knock at the bathroom door. Jason and Chloe froze as Belle shouted, “Chloe? Jason? Are you in there?”

Jason let out a deep breath and rolled onto his back. Chloe rolled onto her front, “Yeah Belle, I’m in here,” her voiced echoed.
“Are you all right?” she asked in genuine concern.
Chloe looked at Jason, who shook his head wildly.
“Yeah, I’m ok.”
“Are you sure? You don’t sound so good.”
“Uh, I’m fine Belle. I’ll be out in a second.”
“Ok,” the sweet voice surrendered.

Chloe rolled onto her back, collapsing in frustration. Jason pulled his jeans into position, zipping as he mouthed, “FUCK.” Chloe scrambled to put on her underwear, jeans and bra. She shook her hands wildly, not knowing what to do about her stained shirt. Jason handed her his t-shirt. Chloe eyed it wildly, “I can’t wear this,” She hissed quietly.
“You’re going to have to,” he whispered back.
Chloe threw it on, realizing she didn’t really have a choice. “What about you? What are we going to do?”
“I don’t know. Just give me a second. You go out there. I can’t go like this?”
“What are you going to do?”
“Just go, Chloe.”
“They can’t find out.”
“Look, we can’t hide. We’ll just have to deal with it.”
“No.”
“Go Chloe. Have a little faith in me.”
“But it’s Belle.”
Jason kissed her forehead crinkled with worry. He stepped into the small room with the toilet, closing the door behind him. Chloe took a deep breath and shook her head, “Here goes nothing,” she thought.

The first thing Belle noticed when Chloe stepped out the bathroom, aside from her harried appearance and the fact that she was donned in Jason’s shirt, was her lack of eye contact. Shawn’s dropped open when Chloe sat down, failing to avoid the inevitable.
“Where’s Jason?” Belle asked firmly.
Chloe shifted uncomfortably, still avoiding their curious gazes. “He’s around,” she murmured.
“Around?” Belle asked, annoyed by the vague explanation.
Chloe nodded, unwilling to elaborate.
Belle rolled her eyes and took a seat next to Shawn, “See what I mean?” she said snottily. Shawn looked away uncomfortably, hoping to discourage her continuation.
Chloe’s jaw locked in irritation.

A few moments of dreadful silence before the door to the bathroom cracked open. Jason emerged, still shirtless, sans erection. He lay on the bed, eyeing Shawn and Belle in cool confidence. He cracked his neck and reached for the remote, pretending as if nothing happened. “So how was shopping?” Belle gaped in disgust while Shawn tried to conceal his laughter. Belle shot Shawn a look of disapproval. “So Philip DID have a reason to be concerned. Looks as if his GIRLFRIEND has had a bit of a distraction.”
Jason let out a “Tsk,” He looked at directly at Shawn, shaking his head.

Chloe glared at Belle as she snapped, “Quit talking about me in the third person Belle. You act as if I’m not even in the room.”
Shawn stood up, “Ladies, ladies. Please don’t do this. Belle, this is none of our business.”
Belle stood up, throwing Matt’s key on the bed. She looked at Chloe in disgust and threw her hands in the air, “Whatever!” She turned to Shawn, “I’m ready go now.”
Shawn nodded, “If you want to.”
“Yes, I want to. I can’t stay here another second.”
Chloe stood up and grabbed her coat. “I’m coming with.”
Belle whipped around, “Oh you are!” she huffed.
Chloe threw her coat on, “Yes Belle.”
“Are you SURE you don’t want to stay? Oh, by the way, sorry for the interruption!”
Chloe ignored her, racing for the door. She threw it open, waiting for Shawn and Belle to follow. Belle stormed out of the room, pausing to wait for Shawn. Shawn shrugged uncomfortably at Chloe. Jason got up and met Chloe at the door. “You coming or not?” Belle yelled when she saw his approach to her wayward friend.
Jason waved her off angrily, “Wait at the elevator Belle. I got to talk to Chloe for a second.”
“I bet you do.”

Chloe waited until Belle and Shawn were out of earshot. Jason shut the door, pulling her into an embrace. Chloe hugged him weakly, shaking her head, “I can’t even think straight.”
Jason tilted her chin up, forcing her eyes to meet his own. He whispered “Hey,” before kissing her tenderly.
Chloe reached up to touch his arm, “I can’t believe this.”
Jason hugged her again supportively, “Don’t worry about her. Just be cool, let it blow over. She’s just trying to make you feel like shit.”
“I already do.”
“Well don’t. We got this ‘thing’, remember. Besides, who is she to pass judgement?”
“I got to go Jason.” She stroked his neck gently and gave him a kiss goodbye. She opened the door and walked out without looking back.

Jason shut the door and leaned against it. He looked at the floor, reeling from the course of events within the past five minutes…