Page 23 of Served
I scrolled my phone after skimming over some magazines laying around. All of my friends were posting about the club owner arrest. It didn’t seem like anyone knew it was Jason. Amy checked in at The Lodge. Someone tagged me in some pics from last night, so I went through them.
The pics were great shots of me on stage singing, some of me on stage smiling, rubbing against Eric. Seeing him created a new knot in my stomach. And seeing myself rubbed against him, smiling, made a sour taste crawl up my throat. I closed the app and put the phone in my lap. I couldn’t get away from it.
“Hey, hun, he’s about to go get your boy. Wanna walk over or have him meet ya here?”
I wanted to run to him and dramatically wrap my arms around him, but I knew it was a bad idea to be seen lingering outside the jail with so many of Dad’s seeing eyes.
“I’ll wait here if that’s okay.” She nodded and walked to the back again. I looked out the window and saw a man even bigger than Jason with a gun holster on walking across the street holding some papers. I sat peeking out the window around the posters. After about 20 minutes, I saw Jason and the giant walking back across the street here.
The giant opened the door and Jason walked in but stopped when he looked over and saw me sitting there. Concern was all over his face, but nervous and happy emotions bubbled up inside me. He quickly walked over to me, and I stood and wrapped my arms around him as he pulled me close.
“What the hell are you doing here? I’m glad you’re here but-how?” he asked into my ear as he rubbed his hands up and down my back.
I looked up at him and wrapped my hands around the back of his neck. “Shut up and kiss me.”
He leaned down and kissed me hard turning my anxiety into tingles, but the man and the pretty girl both cleared their throats. Jason grabbed my hand and pulled me to the counter so he could sign the forms. I stood glued to his side as the man went over the same things the girl had with me then told us we were free to go.
Once outside he stopped and pulled me to him again. I nuzzled my face into his chest and let out a sigh. He kissed the top of my head as he threaded his hand under my curls, rubbing the nape of my neck.
“I can’t believe you did this. How did you even know I was here?” he asked.
“Listen, let’s get out of here. We can go to your place, my place, any place but here.” He kissed me quickly and looked down at me with warmth in his dark eyes as he inspected my face and pushed the curls out of the way. He nodded and a smile spread across his lips before he gave me one quick peck on the lips. The he turned and grabbed my hand to walk us away from that godforsaken place.
We walked to his apartment since it was closer. “This is me, I need to go change. These clothes smell like that place.” He pulled me inside and we rode the elevator to his floor then hustled down the hall.
It wasn’t what I expected inside. It was clean and smelled good, sort of like him. No worn-and-torn black leather couch, but a comfy looking plush tan couch. A tidy kitchen with a nice coffee pot and a fruit bowl. It was big, open, bright, and hardly looked lived in.
“Does a woman live here with you?” I know he probably thought I was joking, but it was more grown up and much nicer than my own apartment.
He laughed from his room, “No, just me. Why, is it a sissy apartment or something?”
I smiled to myself and kept looking around. I checked the fridge. No expired milk or juice. No moldy food. No mystery containers. But there was food in it.
He walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. The knot in my stomach had finally melted away and the butterflies were fluttering. He leaned down and kissed me just under my ear sending goosebumps over my arms. And my heart skipped a beat. I closed the door to the fridge and turned in his arms.
“So, do you wanna see the medicine cabinet next?” he asked sarcastically.
I laughed, “Hey, I was left to my own devices. I’m impressed. It’s like you’re a grown up.”
He kissed me softly and pulled me to the living room.
We sat on the comfy sofa, and he held my hand with one of his and lightly stroked my shin that I pulled onto the couch with the back of his fingers on the other.
He spoke deeply, but softly, “I didn’t see your texts until I was leaving the jail. I knew you bailed me out when I got the forms, so I assumed you stuck around. I intended on being at your place at 3:30, but 4 would have been fine, too.”
“Well, I think I can let it slide this time since you have a pretty solid alibi,” I said jokingly.
He was rubbing my hand with his thumb as I spoke, listening intently.
“So, how did you track me down?” he asked.
I couldn’t tell him Jaz gave me his address, but I could improvise. “I found out where you lived and was honestly ready to drop kick you. I thought you were ignoring me. So, I stormed over here, and your neighbors said the cops had served a warrant.” I let out a sigh but kept going, “I went to the police station and had them look you up and sure enough, there you were with your little number and all.”
He nodded his head, still intently watching and listening. I’m not sure any man ever gave me so much undivided attention, even if I was talking about him. It was strange, but a good strange.
“After that, I dunno. I walked out and saw the bail place and didn’t even think, I just ran inside. She told me how much. I paid. The end.”
He leaned over grazing my cheek with his thumb. “I can’t believe you bailed me out of jail. I must have really served you well.” I laughed from my belly and tossed my head back, but he quickly pulled me to him, muffling the sounds of my laugh with his mouth. I pulled him closer and soon we he was laying over me on the comfy plush couch. I was reveling from the feel of his weight on top of me, his touch still as gentle but amazing as ever on my skin.
