JASON: LOST IN EMOTIONS

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Chapter Twenty-Six

Seline feigned sleep yawning repeatedly as she rolled over in the bed. She had been lying awake for nearly two hours, waiting for Lucas to leave, as if reading her thoughts, he checked his wrist watch and she heard him sigh,

"It's late Seline, I'll leave you now"he said his voice soft but firm, she mummered something incoherent , pretending to be half-asleep. Lucas hesitated before adding , " good night" , and turned towards the door

A soft click followed and then some soft sounds as though he was locking the door from outside

"Do not leave here!" Lucas tough voice cut through the building , he was addressing someone_ perhaps the guards she saw earlier . His footsteps faded down the hallway .

Seline waited a moment listening to the muffled sounds of the house settling into silence , when she was sure it was safe, she pushed aside the covers and slipped down the bed. The cool floor sent shivers down her spine , but she ignored it crossing to the window she gazed out into the dark shadowy gardens below

Taking a deep breath, she turned towards the wardrobe . Digging through pile of clothes , she retrieved Jason previous phone, she had kept it well, as it was her only means of keeping in touch with Aaliyah and her escape

Her fingers moved quickly across the keypad ."no progress so far " . She typed the message her eyes darting around nervously , every creak in the house made her pulse quicken

Almost immediately a response came through

"Finally Seline! I was worried about you"

Seline exhaled relief washing over her

"I'm fine," she replied ."but no progress so far, didn't you see that"

Aaliyah next message came almost instantly " I saw it Seline, just take your time. Simoen and I have got your back, your mom misses you"

Seline didn't reply again, her eyes tearing up, she hesitantly returned the phone to its hiding place after deleting all her messages with Aaliyah.

Jason was on her mind. She was supposed to hate him—despise him for everything he'd done—but here she was, trying to understand him, to empathize with him. And then there was Adams—an ex who had tried to kill them both. The truth was tangled in a web of secrets, and Jason was the only one who could provide the answers she desperately needed.

And she was going to get them, no matter the cost.

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WARNING ⚠️ ⚠️: THE FOLLOWING CHAPTERS CONTAINS EXPLICIT SCENES, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK🔞🔞

Jason drove at full speed to his usual club on Lake Avenue.

The neon lights blurred past him as his grip tightened on the wheel. He needed a release—something, anything—to get Seline out of his head. His thoughts were a mess, tangled with memories of her—the way she moved, the way she looked at him with those hauntingly knowing eyes.

He slammed the brakes in front of the club, the screech cutting through the night. Without hesitation, he strode inside, barely acknowledging the greetings thrown his way. The heavy thump of bass music pounded through his veins, but he was numb to it. His focus was singular.

Upstairs, in his usual VIP suite, he pushed the door open. Shelly was waiting for him.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her long legs crossed elegantly, a glass of wine swirling lazily in her hand. Her silky robe was slightly parted, revealing toned thighs and bare skin that gleamed under the soft lights. The provocative way she looked at him had always driven him insane before.

But tonight, something felt... off.

"You're late," Shelly purred, setting her glass down and rising slowly to her feet. Her hips swayed with practiced ease as she approached him, her eyes dark with intent. She reached out, fingers tracing the collar of his shirt before moving down, unbuttoning it one by one.

Jason didn't stop her. He let her hands roam, feeling the familiar touch, the deliberate slowness of her fingers skimming down his chest. But deep down, he felt... detached.

Shelly pressed her lips to his neck, feather-light kisses trailing downward. "You're too tense," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin.

Jason exhaled sharply, his hands moving to her waist, pulling her closer out of habit rather than desire. Her robe slipped further, exposing the smooth curve of her shoulder. She took that as encouragement, pressing her body flush against his, her lips capturing his in a hungry kiss.

He kissed her back, at first slow, then faster—testing himself.

But it wasn't the same. The heat he expected, the hunger—the kind Seline had awakened in him—was absent.

Shelly moaned softly, her hands sliding beneath his shirt, her nails raking gently across his skin. Jason allowed it, letting her push him toward the bed. She straddled him, grinding slowly against his lap, seeking to ignite the fire that once burned between them.

He closed his eyes, trying—really trying—to lose himself in the moment.

Shelly's lips found his again, urgent, needy, but his mind betrayed him. Instead of Shelly's scent, he imagined Seline's soft perfume, the way she had trembled beneath his touch, the way she had looked at him with equal parts defiance and surrender.

He groaned, frustration knotting inside him. His hands moved up Shelly's back, holding her still, but he felt... nothing. No spark. No craving.

Shelly noticed the hesitation, pulling back slightly to meet his eyes. "What's wrong?" she asked, brows furrowing.

Jason sighed, running a hand through his hair, trying to clear his thoughts. "I need to leave," he muttered, gently shifting her off him.

Shelly blinked in surprise, her robe slipping further down her body, leaving little to the imagination. "You can't be serious," she said, sitting up, a mix of confusion and irritation in her tone.

He avoided her gaze, quickly buttoning his shirt and reaching for his watch. "I'll call you," he said, knowing full well he wouldn't.

Shelly didn't argue. She simply watched him, an unreadable expression on her face as he grabbed his keys and strode out the door, slamming it shut behind him.

As he walked down the empty hallway, the cool air hit his face, but it did little to clear the storm inside him.

What the hell was happening to him?

Seline's image flooded his mind again—the way her lips had parted that night, the way her body had fit against his.

*God help him.....

Because he was falling into a trap of his own making, losing a game he started