Chapter 28 — How It Happened

Dana POV:

Something feels wrong.

I think to myself subconsciously and my eyes immediately fly open and when I look around me, I realize that not only am I sleeping on the bare floor of Jason's studio, I'm also not wearing any clothes.

I slowly turn towards my right and there he was, a butt naked Jason, lying on the bare floor with his back facing up and a piece of clothing lazily thrown over his waist but still showing a large part of his butt.

"Oh, my goodness!" I gasp out of utter shock.

"What have you done Adriana? What the fuck came over you?" I whisper yell at myself, slapping my head with my right hand and wondering what the hell could have come over me.

"How the fuck did this happen? When did we get to this? How in the world did I end up fucking this man of all the free and available men in the world?" I mutter to myself angrily, still trying to recall how it all happened and when I did, I let out a loud gasp without even realizing it. I really shouldn't have agreed to the idea of having more drinks with him.

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A Few Hours Earlier...

"So, you and your parents aren't on good terms?" I ask a tired looking Jason, who after a few long minutes of persuasion, decided to tell me a little bit about himself.

"It's not like we're not on good terms, it's just, I'd rather we just keep our distance and say hello to them over the phone once in a while," he replies.

"Why is that?" I ask.

"No crazy reason in particular, it's just, they remind me of things I'd rather forget so I choose to stay as far away as I can from them so I can keep my sanity in check," he responds, and I could practically feel the sadness in his words.

"Is it the same thing with your sister or is it just you?" I ask and he sighs.

"You see Dana, my parents are not exactly the nicest or the most loving people in the world so my sister and I don't exactly enjoy being around them because they can be really annoying and irritating," he explains and I'm starting to think my suspicion about the painting being related to him is actually true.

"Jason, I'm sorry to ask this but are your paintings perhaps personal? Do their meanings relate directly to you?" I ask, hoping I did not cross the line.

"What makes you think it's about me? Is it because I mentioned my parents?" he retorts, clearly displeased by my question.

"W-Well, I just thought for a second there that the stories might relate to you since both the paintings seemed to relate in a way, but I apologize if I was too forward with my conclusion. I just a little too curious," I apologize quickly so he doesn't end up reacting angrily.

"Quick question, Dana. Do I always sound stiff and angry to you?" he questions suddenly.

I'm confused. "Why do you ask?"

"Just in case you haven't noticed, you've apologized quite a few times today and it's really starting to make me feel uncomfortable. Do you perhaps feel uncomfortable talking to me?" he asks.

He was right about me being uncomfortable with him, to an extent. I couldn't possibly tell him that to his face because if he asks why, I couldn't admit that I'm uncomfortable because I'm attracted to him and I'm mentally drooling over him.

"I apologize for making you feel that way, it's just..." I say until I notice the expression on his face and realize that I just did the exact thing he was complaining about.

"You know what, never mind. Let's just get back to what we were originally talking about," he replies.

"What exactly are we talking about?" I ask.

"Uhm, you wanted to know whether or not my paintings were related to me. Don't you want to know anymore?" he replies and I'm starting to really wonder if Jason could possibly be bipolar cause the way his expression and tone switches from upset, to happy back to looking irritated all of a sudden, is just really weird and scary.

"Are there?"

"Nope, not at all," he answers very quickly, and I refrain from saying anything else even though I don't believe him.

"As much as I'd like to show you more of my paintings, I think it's best we hold that off since we're both pretty intoxicated right now and you may not understand any of them since they're a little more difficult to crack but anyways, my paintings aren't based on my life, at least not all of them and the ones you've seen are not in any way related to me at all," he says and I could not help but purse my lips and rolls my eyes.

"It's okay if you don't want to tell me Jason. I get that completely, but no one just comes up with such ideas from one day to the next. I'm sorry, but I just can't believe that these paintings aren't somehow about you. I really can't," I tell him honestly and he sighs, placing both his hands around his knees and staring back at me with a much more serious expression.

This is definitely what I meant when I called him bipolar.

"About a year ago, before any of these paintings came about, I had a minor accident and for a while, I couldn't paint. At first, I thought my career was over and that I'd probably never hold a brush again since it took much longer for it to heal but it did and when it eventually did, I tried getting back to work but I found myself feeling stuck cause I couldn't come up with anything. I had absolutely no inspiration and I just found myself struggling to paint the simplest things,"

"I told Blake about it, and he advised that I go around to find inspiration. He made a few suggestions, and after a while, I decided to do a social media experiment. In case you didn't know, I'm pretty famous for my art although no one outside the people I work with knows how I look. Anyway, I have about two hundred thousand followers on my Instagram, and I asked them to send me stories relating to the most negative aspects of their lives and that I would put a few of them into paintings, which is what I did. So, to clear your doubt, Dana dear, these stories are from different people from different parts of the world and I'm simply using my art to tell their story," he explains.

"That's pretty interesting, I must say," I state calmly, slightly embarrassed by the fact that about two minutes ago, I could have sworn the paintings were about Jason himself.

"Yeah, I know it is. Now, let's just get back to drinking. No more questioning," he says before pouring himself another glass of wine and doing the same for me.

I still don't get why I agreed to have another drink with him or why he suddenly decided to go against his own rule and drink in his sacred studio. I still can't shake off the bad feeling that I'm having but somehow, I can't get myself to excuse myself.

About half an hour later, Jason and I talked about the most random things we could possibly think of. Surprisingly, he spoke more about himself and the more I got here hear about him, the more attractive he got and I just knew it was dangerous for me to keep sitting here, talking to him and watching him laugh so hard that it made his beautiful face light up but I just could not bring myself to get up and run from the sinful thoughts I had in my head and the next thing I know, I'm staring at him so intensely to the point where he even notices.

"Is there something on my face, Dana?" he asks, snapping me out of my not so pure thoughts.

"N-No, no, th-there's absolutely nothing on your face. I just got lost in my thoughts for a while," I stutter nervously, doing everything I could to avoid looking into his eyes.

His hands suddenly meet my face, and he uses them to lift my head up, forcing me to look directly at him. I knew my self-control was slowly becoming nonexistent when my brown orbs met his blue ones.

"You're nervous, Dana," he whispers in a low voice. I unconsciously bite my lower lip and clench my fists together, mentally trying to hold on to the last thread of self-control I had left in me.

"W-Why do you say so?" I ask, looking everywhere else but at him.

"You're literally stuttering, Dana. I think that's more than enough reason for me to say so," he replies with a smirk, using his right thumb to rub my left cheek.

"Jason, I think it's best we—" I try calling it a night, but all of a sudden, he crashes his lips on mine, shutting not only my mouth, but every other part of me that could actually still reason and I just knew I no longer had any self-control.

An electrifying feeling overwhelms me as his soft lips slowly caress is mine, with his head tilted to the left and mine to the right. I unconsciously pull myself closer to him, wrapping my hands around his neck and deepening the kiss even more and enjoying the feeling of both our tongues dancing with each other in a slow and gentle motion.

Suddenly, his lips abruptly depart from mine causing my eyes to fly open immediately and when I stared back at him, I could see the obvious apologetic look on his face and I did not like it one bit.

"I-I'm so sorry, Dana. I didn't mean to catch you off guard like that," he stutters an apology, and I honestly cannot believe him.

How dare he make me lose the little self-control I had left in me and now apologize for it like it's no big deal!

"Wait, hold on a second, Jason. What exactly are you apologizing for? Is it for kissing me without my permission or is it for the entire kiss itself? Did the alcohol perhaps make you mistake me for someone else?" I ask, not bothering to hide the fact that I was displeased. Instead of saying something, he simply stares back at me, still wearing that stupid apologetic expression.

"Do you regret it, Jason?" I ask. A simple yes was all he needed to say, and I would definitely be calling it a night.

"Honestly, Dana, no, I don't," he replies. I was not expecting him to be that direct with me.

"Then why do you have that look on your face?" I question with a tone that made it obvious that I was this close to getting mad.

"I don't know what you're thinking right now Dana but if you keep talking to me and staring at me like that, I won't be able to stop myself from crossing the line," he says suddenly and even though I knew at the back of my mind that my next words were wrong and that I should take this a his way of giving a chance to get out of here, I didn't do that. Instead, I decided to let whatever happens, happen.

"Go ahead and cross it, Jason. I want you to do just that," I tell him daringly.

"Are you sure about that Dana?" he asks. Instead of replying, I move towards him and immediately press my lips onto his.

The second our lips connect again, he lets out a soft moan and the feeling of his soft lips slowly becomes more and more provocative. He uses his lips to gently suck on my lower lip, biting it slowly and causing me to let out a soft moan.

His lips slowly pull away from mine and he immediately places his forehead against mine as we both try to catch our breaths.

My heart beats with excitement as we both stare at each other before finding our way back to each other’s lips. He shoves his tongue into my mouth, catching me a little off guard with how intense he was but I'm quick to pull myself together and match with his intensity as both our tongues start to fight for dominance.

He pulls me up and carefully wraps me around his laps and not for once did he break the kiss. My dress moves up a bit, revealing my thighs and he rubs his palm against them, sending a tingly feeling down my spine and I suck on my breath when his lips leave mine and slowly start to trail down my neck and towards my breasts.

His hands move underneath my dress and soon, I felt his fingers rub my clit through the light fabric of my panties. In a swift movement, he places my back on the bare floor and hovers over me. I let out a shaky breath as the cold floor sends shivers down my spine and so does the beautiful man.

"Are you sure you want this?" he whispers, sounding both desperate and impatient.

"It's too late to stop," I mutter before hooking my arms around his neck and pulling him to me for a kiss.

He intensifies the kiss and at the same time finds his way underneath my dress and I could feel my underwear slowly being pulled down my legs, causing for a cool air to hit underneath me.

I let out a moan when he uses his mouth to pull down my dress, taking my nipple in his mouth and sucking on them slowly.

His fingers start to rub on my clit in a circular motion and I let out a loud moan when he slowly puts his fingers in me. He keeps going in an out with his fingers, causing a jolt of pleasure to completely overwhelm me and I could not help the loud moan that escaped my lips.

He finds his way between my thighs and his tongue circles my clit, sucking on it. The pleasure I felt was something I definitely can't explain.

I pull his shirt over his head before finding my way to his jeans and pulling them down halfway. He takes a hint and kneels over my stomach area, and I slowly pull down his short, revealing him in his naked glory.

I move my body upwards and reach down towards him, grabbing his dick in my hand and placing his tip in my mouth. I slowly caress it with my tongue, and he lets out a soft moan as I increase my pace and tease him by rubbing my tongue all over him.

I slowly take all of him in, increasing my pace and using my free hand to play with his balls. I pull my mouth away from his dick, using my hands to play with it. I suck on his balls briefly before taking him in my mouth again.

He pulls out of my mouth and his lips crash on mine as he kisses me senseless. He wraps his hands around me carefully, placing my back on the floor before slamming himself inside me at the perfect time and a loud moan escapes our lips simultaneously.

"Oh fuck!" I blurt out as my orgasm reaches its peak whilst he thrusts in and out of me.

"Fuck, you're tight," he groans, grabbing my hips and thrusting into me even harder.

He brings his face closer to mine, staring intensely at me before bringing his lips down to mine and I kiss him as deeply as I could as he continued to thrust inside me.

He turns me over suddenly, causing my breasts to lay flat on the floor and my ass hanging in the air. He quickens the pace of his hard thrusts causing me to let a very loud moan as I could no longer suppress it. He pulls my head towards him and crashes his lips into mine with so much force that almost drove me insane with pleasure.

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Presently...

I look back at his sleeping figure and I curse myself mentally for allowing my insane desire for him get the best of me and messing up big time. I knew very well what would happen if Blake ever found out about this but for some weird reasons, I did not exactly regret it.

Do I feel guilty? Yes, definitely I did but that was just it. I only felt guilty about Blake. The last thing he deserves is to find out that I had sex with his boyfriend. But do I regret having sex with Jason? As shameless as it sounds, no, I did not because I absolutely loved every minute of it. But would it ever happen again? No, it definitely won't because I don't think my conscience would let me get in bed with him for a second time.