Jason

After leaving Keyshia at my apartment, I went over to the Jameson in Manhattan, located a few blocks down from where I live. I received a call saying that my dad’s latest ex-wife was there acting like a fool searching for him. He’s been married at least seven or eight times now. I’ve lost count after the third one.

Olivia, that’s her name, moved all the way from Australia for him and everyone could tell that she was with him for the money. Since my dad has such a shit personality, I find it hard to believe anyone would voluntarily be with him because of it. Livy’s twenty-seven, five years older than me and eighteen years younger than my dad and I can’t stand her.

Before I could fully step into the hotel, she nearly knocked me over by running up to me. Her long lavender acrylic nails dug through my jacket and into my skin. “Jason! Finally, somebody I know!”

I loosened the grip she had on me and shook my head. “What are you doing here?”

“Your father needs to bring his ass to court! I’m a hundred percent sure he’s forgotten about it already!”

I grabbed her by the arm and took her into the manager’s office. The guests were beginning to stare and recognize who the two of us were.

“Why are you yelling? Paparazzi could be flooding in here at any given minute” I asked, leaning against the nearest wall.

“I don’t care! Get him on the phone!!”

“I’m not trying to be rude or anything, but I’ve been through this numerous times…” I placed my hands over my chest and crossed one foot over the other.

“Been through what?” Her green eyes looked thoroughly confused.

“Divorces” I simply said. “I’m gonna go ahead and tell you now, my dad never shows up for court. His lawyer does.”

“Call him!!” she said, stomping her foot. Olivia was basically shouting at this point. If I didn’t know any better, it looked like she was actually about to have a temper tantrum.

I tried to reply in the calmest voice. “He’s not going to go Olivia.”

“Know what? Fuck you and your stupid ass father!” I had to cover my ears from how loud of a squeal she let out before storming out of the office. As soon as she was gone, I dug into my pocket, fished out my phone and gave my father a call.

“Jack Jameson speaking”

“Yeah. It’s me.”

“This better be important. I’m busy.” As always, I thought.

“Your crazy ex-wife just came by the Manhattan.”

“Who?”

“Livy.”

“Okay…and?”It sounded like he was somewhere outside because I could hear the sound of wind blowing into the phone.

“Did you forget that today is you guys’ court date?”

“Oh…that. My lawyer…wait.” Oh no. “I need you to go.”

“What?!” I knew he was going to say it as soon as he said the word wait, but I still felt the need to react.

“Yeah. Go in my place. You don’t have to do or say anything. Just go.”

“Dad, I’m not going to that. I have my own life you know.”

He laughed an arrogant laugh. “My life is so much busier than yours…go.”

“I bet you’re sitting at the golf course now.”

“I’m not sitting. I’m wasting my time with you while I could be getting my hole in one.”

The case was being held in Albany because my dad’s publicist didn’t want there to be too much buzz about it and by the time the media hears about it, we’ll be long gone. I was beyond pissed. It took about thirty minutes for them to finish up and another two and a half hours for me to get back home.

She must have been sleep when I came in because everything was quiet. I silently prayed that she didn’t leave.

Turning the corner into the room, a bright smile appeared upon my face. Keyshia laid sprawled out across my bed completely dead to the world. I could even hear a little snore coming out.

Before I sat down on the bed, I took my shoes and coat off. I’m guessing she felt my presence because she woke up and looked up at me.

“So how was Narnia?” she sarcastically asked.

I chuckled. “Sorry for taking forever. Something came up.”

She quickly sat up and yawned. “Well…I have to go.”

“No. You’re staying with me tonight.”

Before she could object, I shut her up with a kiss on the lips. Pushing her back onto the bed, I climbed on top of her and deepened the kiss.

“For somebody who doesn’t want to have sex, you’re not acting like it” Keyshia breathed out, making me smile.

“I can’t help myself around you.” I whispered. She responded by wrapping her long legs around my back and drawing me closer to her.

“I’m hungry” she said, gazing into my eyes.

I kissed her neck and responded “Me too.”

“What do you like to eat?” Keyshia moaned, gripping on to my neck.

“I’m not sure you’re looking for the inappropriate answer I’m about to say…but-“

“As in food!” she cut me off, laughing.

“Well. I consider that food; very pleasurable food at that” I said with a wink, still holding her in my arms. She proceeded to burst out with laughter and pushed me.

“Get away from me” she continued to laugh. “Let’s order something.” I unwrapped her legs from around me, rolled over, and grabbed the house phone.

“What took you so long?” Keyshia said, wrapping her arms around my waist from behind and resting her head on my back.

“I told you. I had to take care of some business.”

“What kind of business?”

“I don’t really want to talk about that right now.”

“You know that you can trust me, right?”

I sighed and turned around to face her. “I’m not big on giving my personal information out.”

“To me specifically.”

“No…I mean to anyone.”

“So what do you call this then?”

“What?”

“If we’re supposed to be in a relationship, why don’t you want to share things about yourself?”

I smiled a little and scratched my head. “Babe, we literally just started dating each other…today.”

She rolled her eyes and sighed. “I know. Sorry for asking.” My right hand found itself on her cheek, softly caressing a dimple.

“Look, I want us to know about each other…but with me it’s a little different.”

“How?” She looked to be a little offended. “Because you’re famous? You think that I’m gonna go out and tell people all of your business?”

“It’s not that.”

“Well what is it then?” she replied, with added volume. Her neck even did that little roll thing.

“Can we please stop talking about this? I thought I was about to order food.”

“Fine” was all she said.

“Good…so what do you want? Chinese, Japanese, Thai, Italian?

“Doesn’t matter. I’ll be in the bathroom.”

Keyshia

While I was in the bathroom, I sat on the toilet…which happened to be across from the biggest bathtub I’ve ever seen. I thought about Jason and how secretive he was being. Why did he feel the need to act like that? What was he hiding? Seriously, what’s the point of trying to hide things when you’re a celebrity? After reading that Wikipedia page, I felt like I knew some things about him already.

Jason opened the bathroom door and made his way towards me. “I ordered pizza…is everything okay?”

“What if I were really using the bathroom?”

“I’ve seen everything so I don’t think I’d be too shocked.”

“Why do you have such a huge bathtub?” I said, completely changing the subject.

“Because…hm, because I like taking baths with at least five women at one time.”

“What.” I had this deadpan look on my face.

“I was just kidding girl.”

I got up from being on the toilet and stood directly in front of him. “You know what? I’m fine with you not telling me anything.”

“I’m scared to ask why.”

“Because I already know everything there is to know about you.”

“Oh really?”

“Yep” I replied, feeling pretty confident.

“And where’d you find all of this ‘information’ from? Wikipedia?” he said, almost laughing. I felt a little embarrassed, so I remained silent.

“Just because you read a Wikipedia page about me doesn’t mean you know me.”

“Oh but it does…”

“Oh but it doesn’t. What’s my favorite color?” He got me there.

“I don’t know…but-“

“Point proven.”

“So you’re not a twenty two year old guy, birthday’s on April 19th, who’s heir to the ‘throne’ of Jameson Suites?”

“Everybody knows that. Although, I’m kind of impressed that you remembered my birthday. Anything else?”

“Your mother died.” I don’t know why the hell I said that. Out of all the things I saw, that had to be the one I pointed out.

“My-“

I cut him off and apologized. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to say that. I know how it feels.”

“Your mother died?”

Why were we having this conversation in the bathroom? Out of all the places…the bathroom. Really?

“Along with my dad. They were both killed in the war.”

“How old were you? I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Thirteen…” I paused and started to walk out of the bathroom. “Changing the subject…”

He followed me into his bedroom and brought the subject back up. “So you basically raised yourself?”

“No. My grandmother raised me.”

“And where is she? I’d love to meet her.”

“She died last year.” I turned around and faced him.

The look in his eyes looked as if he was genuinely apologetic for asking that. “Damn. Shit, I’m sorry for asking.”

“Why? You didn’t know. Now can we please change the subject.” I said with a slight smile on my face.

Unexpected tears began to well up in my eyes. Talking about my family was a touchy subject because I’m basically all alone. None of my cousins on either side of my family really talked to me. They thought they were too good for us…with their white picket fences and hybrid cars. Both of my parents were light skinned and I came out with darker skin. Let’s just say that my family had a problem with that. Everyone thought my mother was screwing around with someone else. Even though I look exactly like my dad. But that’s another story within itself.

I was better off alone anyway. I didn’t have to worry about anyone fucking me over.

I quickly wiped my eyes before he noticed anything. “What kind of pizza did you order?”

“I put a little of everything on it. Just pick off whatever you don’t like. Didn’t know if you’re a vegetarian or something.”

“No…I love meat.”

Jason had this dirty look on his face and he began to slowly smile. “Okay then. I’m going to go take a shower” he said, while taking his shirt off. “It won't be long. I promise.”

I cleared my throat and took a step towards him. “Any room for me?”

“Well in that case, I say we take a bath. Hm?”

“Sounds perfect.”

I walked back into the bathroom and took the liberty of taking my clothes off while he went into another room to gather up a few supplies. When he came back in, he nearly dropped the champagne bottle and towel he carried.

“I…I-“ He could barely talk.

“What? You’ve seen everything before, right?” I teased. He smirked and quickly wrapped the towel around me. “What are you doing?”

“I’m not going to torture myself staring at you while we wait for the tub to fill.”

A blush covered my face as I held the crème towel up. Jason walked over to the tub, filled it with bubble bath, and set the items up. Two glasses and a bottle of champagne were set on the edge.

While the tub filled up, he quickly started taking his clothes off. I took a step back and almost fell into the tub when I saw his huge erection spring free. He took in my reaction, grabbed my left hand, and snatched me towards him.

“You’re acting like you’ve never seen it before.” I could feel his breath on my neck. Before I could say anything, he grabbed one of the edges to my towel and tore it away from my body. I instantly felt his hard body pressed against mines. “Get in first” he whispered into my ear.

I nodded my head, stepped into the warm water, and laid down. Jason followed after me and laid between my legs. His head rested between my breasts. It felt nice seeing his vulnerable side. Knowing that he was such a powerful man made me feel all tingly inside.

“What are you thinking about?” Jason said with that sexy raspy voice of his, playing with my fingers.

“You.”

“And?”

“I didn’t know you were so high and mighty.”

“That’s my family. Not me.”

I scooped bubbles up in my hand and rubbed them on his upper right arm. “You’ve done so much with your life already. It’s like the whole world knows who you are.”

“You’re right, but what makes you think that I wanted all of this?”

“Who wouldn’t?” I said with a smirk.

“A person who watched how their father and grandfather turned out.”

“And how is that?”

“They’re assholes.”

“How are they assholes?”

He reached over, grabbed both of the champagne flutes, handed me one, and sat back.

“Because…they don’t give a fuck about anybody about themselves.”

I took a sip of the champagne. “So you’re saying it’s because of the business?”

“Not necessarily. I just don’t want to turn out the way they did.”

“Jason, you’re nothing like them. You’re caring, affectionate…passionate; an amazing person.”

“Thank you sweetheart” he said, kissing my hand. He then picked up the loofah and softly began to rub it up against my leg.

“You have beautiful long legs”

“Thank you” I said, resting my head on his shoulder and watching the way he rubbed it across my leg. A few seconds later, I lifted my loofah up and washed his back. The silence wasn’t awkward, it was actually relaxing and comfortable.

“Let me wash you” Jason turned around and stared at me. I know I always make comments on his eyes but they’re so intoxicating. If I could get a job that included staring into his eyes all day, I’d drop everything to get it. After taking another sip of my champagne, I put it down and sat back as he ran the loofah across my torso. He then cupped the both of my breasts with his large hands. I let out an uncontrollable moan and he grinned. The next thing he did was move the loofah in between my legs. I put my hand on his wrist and stopped him.

“I can’t let you do that” I whimpered.

“Why?” he said, cocking his head to the side like a puppy.

“Because I can't take it. You’re making me extremely horny.”

“K. Sorry” he started to laugh and my lips shaped themselves into a playful pout.

“It’s not funny Jason.” He shrugged and leaned in for a kiss. I gave in and wrapped my hands around his neck. He grunted and let himself go deeper into the kiss. As soon as the kiss started to get out of hand, his doorbell rang.

“Oh man…just when things were getting good.” I smiled and licked my lips.

“I wonder who that could be.”

Jason

I stepped out of the tub, wrapped a robe around me, and walked to the door to answer it. It couldn’t have been the pizza guy because I didn’t order it too long ago.

I looked through the peephole and Olivia was standing there. She started to bang on the door so I let her in before my neighbors got annoyed.

“Livy, what are you doing here?”

“I came to visit my stepson” she said, stumbling inside my apartment.

“You’re drunk.”

“No! Of course not!” she giggled “Can I come in?”

“No. I’m busy. Who let you up here?” I looked out of the door both ways before closing it behind her.

“Myself.” She walked past me. I grabbed her arm before she went any further.

“Olivia, you’re gonna have to leave.”

“Why? You don’t have time for your stepmother?”

I was starting to get frustrated. “I don’t want to call security on you. I really don’t.”

Keyshia

I heard Jason talking to someone. Sounded like a woman. Me, being curious, stepped out of the tub and wrapped the fluffy towel around me. I then peeked around the corner of the wall closest to the hallway.

He was talking, or should I say arguing with a big breasted, no ass, blonde, young white woman.

“Like I said, I’m in the middle of doing something.”

“Taking a shower?” The bitch had the nerve to start toying with the string to his robe.

“Something like that.”

“You know, I’m closer in age to you than your jackass father. You’re much sweeter than him. I should’ve chosen you.”

Jason looked really annoyed. “I’ll let you pass on that one because you’re drunk…”

“Well of course I’m drunk. I couldn’t come on to you when I’m sober”

That’s supposed to be his stepmother?! And she’s trying to come on to him? Hmph. The things gold diggers do for money.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re so sexy” the hoe said, making her way through his robe. He immediately grabbed her wrists and nearly yelled at her.

“Livy, chill out!”

“Oh yeah…that’s the way I like it. Be aggressive all you want.”

I couldn’t believe my eyes! The shit this man had to go through on a daily basis was unbelievable.

Livy, what a weird name, couldn’t keep her gold digging eyes off of the erection Jason was clearly trying to hide under the robe. “I wonder what you have hidden under there…”

Jason yanked her by the hand, opened the door, and pushed her out. “Since you’re no longer a part of my father’s life, there’s no reason why you should be over here.”

“I need a ride home…look at me, I can’t ride a cab or the bus. Jason come on.”

“I’ll call a car for you, but that’s it. Go wait downstairs in the lobby.”

“Oh Jason. You’re such a sweetie pie. Thank you!”

“Yeah yeah…bye Olivia” he said, slamming the door behind her. I sighed and leaned against the wall.

“Keyshia, I know you’re watching.” My heart began to beat fast as he approached me.

“Sorry you had to witness that.”

“I’m sorry for being nosey.”

He bent down and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. “It’s alright…shall we get back to our bath?”

I yawned and pulled the towel closer around me. “I’m clean…just a little tired.”

“Tired? I’m the one who should be tired. You already had your little nap.”

He laughed, walked to the bathroom, and drained the tub.

“Where’s your dresser? I need a shirt or something to put on.”

“Hm” he said, walking out of his room. “Follow me.”

I followed him out of his room and into another room. He opened the door and there was his closet. It was literally the size of my little apartment.

“Damn…you have a lounge in your closet…” My mouth was slightly open as I took in the fullness of the room.

Jason casually walked to the back of the closet and searched for pajamas. “Yeah. I guess you can call it that.”

While he looked for something to wear, I noticed that everything was organized and neat. He tossed me a large shirt.

“Is that fine?”

“Yep. It’ll do. Thanks.”

We both changed into our pajamas at the same time and then walked into his bedroom. I silently watched him as he made the call for Olivia ‘s car to come. Even though he didn’t like her, he still looked out for her. That’s how I knew he was a pretty good guy.

After he made the phone call, Jason turned towards me and caught me gazing at him. “What?”

“What?” I said, acting like I didn’t know what he was talking about.

“You’re staring at me.” He walked closer to me and pulled me closer to him.

“Do you have a problem with that?” I teased, smiling up at him.

“Is that an attitude I hear?”

“What are you gonna do about it? Hm? I see your…” I glanced down at the huge bulge pressing up against his boxers. “problem hasn’t disappeared.”

A loud scream escaped my mouth as Jason picked me up and threw me on the bed. My stomach started to cramp from the immense amounts of laughter that came out. He crawled on top of me. “I’ll bite your face off.”

“Do it!”

He pretended to bite my cheeks and chin, then kissed my lips. I gripped the back of his neck and brought him closer to me. For “revenge”, I softly bit his bottom lip.

“Ooo…I like” Jason groaned, nibbling on my neck.

A few seconds later, the doorbell rang. “That better be the pizza” Jason said, climbing off of me and grabbing a 100 dollar bill off of his dresser.

Jason

When I answered the door, the pizza guy almost had a mini heart attack.

“You’re…you’re. J-Jason Jameson. OH MY GOD!”

I smiled and handed him the bill. “Yes. I’m me. Here you go.”

“And to think that I didn’t wanna deliver this shit!!” He looked to be around sixteen or seventeen years old.

“Nice to meet you, but I have to go.”

He calmed down and looked at the one hundred dollar bill before handing me the box of pizza. “You gave me way too much, dude.”

“Keep the change. Have a nice night and be safe out there.” I closed the door after he took the money. His shout of pure joy made my smile grow even wider. Even though fans came up to me every day, they made me smile every time.

After going into the kitchen and grabbing two plates, I walked back into my bedroom. Keyshia was sitting Indian style while watching the Nanny. Not to mention that she looked absolutely tantalizing in my clothes.

“Hey beautiful…” I said, walking towards her.

“Hey” she kept her eyes on the TV. What the hell happened while I was gone? She looked like she wasn’t in the mood to talk.

“Pizza?” I held out the pizza, she grabbed it, and opened the box.

“You don’t want to use a plate?”

“Nope” she said, grabbing a slice. I put a slice of pizza on a plate and sat beside her.

“I’ll take a plate. Don’t wanna mess up these clean white covers…is everything okay?”

“I saw the woman that was at your door on TV.”

“Olivia?"

“Yeah. Something about a court case?”

“Uh…”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me anything.” I took the remote from her and turned the TV off.

“Look at me Keyshia.” She rolled her eyes like a teenager and looked at me.

“You know that I like you, a lot. All I’m asking from you is patience. In due time, I will open up to you.”

“Why are you saying this?”

“Because I know you’re upset about what I said earlier.”

“I just want you to trust me.” I took the pizza out of her hand, placed it on another plate, and put her hands into mines.”

“I do.” After eating a few slices of pizza, Keyshia fell asleep. I brought the pizza into the kitchen and stored the rest of it into the fridge.

When I came back into the room, I turned the lights off, tucked her in, and climbed into the bed beside her. Pulling her closer to me, I wrapped my arms around her and forced myself to fall asleep.