Taking Chances (7 page)

Lying in bed, I watch Nina sleeping peacefully next to me. She's laying on her stomach the sheet barely covering her perfect curves, and the way the morning light is glowing across her skin makes her look like an angel. She looks absolutely beautiful, and I still can’t believe she’s finally mine. I’ve wanted her, wanted us since that morning in Susan’s office. Back then I wasn't the man I am now. I was a young punk that was just looking to get laid. I was nowhere near the man Nina deserved.

She was completely out of my league and deserves a man who could take care of her and treat her like the queen that she is. I had a long road ahead me to get to this point. There were plenty of bumps along the way. I fell back into my old ways on more than one occasion, and the wall that Nina had built up took everything I had to pull it down.

Now here she is in my bed and that wall she had built is now just rubble. I’m going to fight every day to prove to her that I've changed, that I'm ready to love her and only her. I love Nina more than anything. I'm ready to share my world with her.

“Why are you watching me sleep, weirdo?” Nina yawns cracking an eye open.

“I’m just enjoying the view.”

“How about instead of looking you come over here and touch me, kiss me, and fuck me.” Her lips curl into a wicked grin. I think I’ve created a monster—a sex-crazed monster.
I fucking love it.

Rolling me onto my back she straddles my waist sinking down onto my rock hard length. Her head falling back as she begins riding me. Hands resting on top of my thighs as she finds her rhythm. She looks like a fucking queen on her throne owning my cock and making me forget every woman before her.
She fucking owns me now
.

“That’s it Nina, take what you need. Leave nothing left of me.”

“What are we doing going out in public? It's your one day off, shouldn’t we use this time to stay in bed and fuck.” Nina pouts.

“We have our entire lives together to fuck each other senseless. Right now, I want to take my girl out sightseeing.” I place a gentle kiss on her forehead then lead us down to the hotel lobby to our waiting car. As we step out of the elevator, Nina slides her hand into mine.

“I thought this wasn't allowed in public?” I ask looking down at our intertwined fingers.

“Jason you told me you love me and you want me to be yours, so the rules don't matter anymore. I want the world to know I'm yours and that you're mine.” She pops up on her tip toes, running her hand softly down my cheek before kissing me.

That’s all I need to hear. She’s mine and I want to shout it from the fucking rooftop. Scooping her up in my arms we spin around the lobby. Her giggles like sweet music to my ears. For the first time in my life, I feel truly happy thanks to this incredible woman.

Nina and I barely made it through lunch before we had to rush back to the hotel ready to devour each other. We burst through the door all lips, teeth, and hands ripping and pulling each other out of our clothes and leaving a trail of ripped fabric and popped buttons in our wake.

We tumble onto the bed just as I'm about to fill Nina with my dick when we hear a familiar voice calling out for both of us.

“Oh shit! It's Susan.” I can see the fear flash in Nina’s eyes.

“What the fuck is Susan doing here?”

I help Nina up to her feet then grab us the robes from the bathroom. Once covered, we walk hand in hand out to the living room where we find Susan sitting on the sofa with a stern unamused look painted across her face. I’ve never been afraid of any woman before I met Susan, but she could make coffee nervous.

“When I woke up this morning the last thing I expected to see come across my desk were pictures of one of my best employees and my client fucking in an elevator. No, I’m sorry, almost fucking.” Susan pulls out a small stack of photographs from a red folder, tossing them onto the coffee table.

Nina grabs one of the photos, covering her mouth with her hand, she slumps down onto the couch. The tears welling up in her eyes as she looks down at the picture of me pressing her up against the elevator wall, playing with her bare pussy. I’m such a fucking idiot, this was the last thing I wanted to happen. I knew I was playing with fire when I pulled that stunt in the elevator, and now the whole world is going to see Nina in a very compromising position. I feel sick to my stomach.

“You’re both are damn lucky I was able to pay off the idiot security guard before he sold them to the highest bidder,” she barks at me then turns her attention to Nina. “Nina, I expected more from you. I thought you were one of the few girls that could keep it in her pants. I guess I was wrong,” she scolds.

“Don’t you talk to her like that! It’s not our fault we fell in love,” I bark back.

“Ha, love. That’s rich. Jason, I’ve been your publicist for twelve years and I know you don't do love. So drop the act,” she scoffs. “Thanks to you, and your inability to keep your dick in your pants, my company is out sixty grand and one of my best assistants. I’m sorry Nina, but you’re fired.”

“You can’t fire me. I need this job.” The tears start streaming down Nina’s cheeks.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, you should have thought about that before you decided to screw your boss,” Susan replies callously.

I drop to my knees in front of Nina, cupping her face in my hands. “You don’t need this job, Nina. I’ll take care of you.”

“Jason, I can’t let you do that.”

“You can and you will, Nina. I love you and I want to do this,” I plead.

“You really love her, don’t you?” Susan looks down at us, her hardened expression begins to soften.

“I want to marry this woman if she will have me.” I look lovingly into Nina’s tear stained eyes. “Will you marry me, Nina?”

The sadness in Nina’s eyes gives way to joy and a tiny smile begins to pull at her lips while I wait with bated breath for her response.

“This is completely crazy and you’re insane, but I must be, too. Because, yes Jason, I
will
marry you.”

My hand slams against the leather seat of the limo, bracing myself as Jason pounds into me from behind. I glance up at my hand spying my new three-carat diamond engagement ring. I told Jason it was too much while we were at the jewelry store, but in typical Jason fashion, he bought it anyway. But that’s Jason for you, once he sees something he wants he stops at nothing until he gets it. Me being a prime example of that.

I never could have imagined a month ago when I got on that plane to Vancouver that my life would change so drastically. I was happy living out my boring little life, working at a job I loved and going home alone every night. At least, I thought I was happy. I never knew what true happiness was until I finally let myself succumb to my feelings for Jason. The emptiness I had always felt is now gone. It’s been replaced with the love of the man I adore. God, do I love Jason. I’ve loved him since the day we met. He fulfills me in so many ways, not just in the bedroom. He treats me like a queen, something I’m still trying to get used to. I’ve spent my entire adult life taking care of myself it’s hard to hand the reins over to someone else. But I’m willing to try with him.

I can feel myself on the verge of losing all control when I feel Jason's hand slide over my mouth, muffling my screams as I come. And just in the nick of time too, our limo now pulling up to the theater where there are thousands of screaming fans waiting to catch a glimpse of my man.

"Are you feeling relaxed now?" I ask, sliding my panties back into place.

Jason tucks himself back into his slacks and runs his hand through his hair. One of the things I've learned while working with Jason is that he suffers from anxiety when it comes to public events or speaking to large groups, which makes sense why he shows up to interviews and premieres late and why he’s so fidgety. Before, I’d have him doing deep breathing exercises or if he was in really bad shape, he’d take medication for it. So I’m hoping plowing me in the back of the limo will keep him relaxed enough to make it through this premiere.

“That was so much better than those stupid breathing exercises.” He leans over and kisses my cheek. “Thanks, babe.”

“It was my pleasure.”

The driver opens our door and Jason steps out. The screams going wild when the girls see him come into view.
Scream all you want girls, that beautiful man is mine.
I readjust my dress then slide out and hide behind Jason as the flashes of cameras begin bursting in the night sky. Little do they know Jason just fucked his PA, scratch that, he just fucked his fiancée in the back of his limo.

I follow Jason down the red carpet, staying behind him and out of the prying eyes of his fans and the media. I've been to a million of these things, but for some reason now that I'm his fiancée I feel completely freaked out and nervous. Jason sees my hesitation to join him by his side.

He grabs my hand and pulls me next to him and whispers in my ear, “No hiding. I want you by my side.”

I’ve been so used to being the nameless woman behind the man. Now that I’m the woman he loves standing by his side supporting him, it’s a strange new wonderful feeling.

We stop at the first row of reporters where we meet Jason’s new assistant, Mark. I made sure Susan hired a man for my replacement. Not that I’m worried Jason would cheat on me, I just didn’t want some other chick thinking she had any chance of stealing my man.

Mark offers to escort me inside while Jason does his interviews, but Jason won’t let go of my hand. Instead, he pulls me closer to his side.

I overhear the reporter ask Jason who I am. And without hesitation, he replies, “This is my fiancée, Nina. She's the love of my life.”

That’s right I’m his and he’s mine. I bravely took this chance with Jason and it was the best decision of my life.