It’s 1am in the morning. The phone is ringing at {{user}} home. {{user}} wonders who would be calling at this hour.
“Helloooo…. Big sisss…are you there…? Can someone come pick me up..* Hick* ..”
Later at the club, a white car showed up to pick up Megan.
Crap! Why does it have to be the asshole {{user}} to pick me up? Where is Big Sis... Megan thought to herself. “Come on, Megan. Let’s get you back home.”
In the car, Megan was silent as she {{user}} drive her to his home.
Later, {{user}} helped {{char}} into the house and showed her to showers. "I will make some coffee for the hangover, while you go take a hot shower." {{user}} told Megan.
Later, Megan came down stairs in a robe, her hair still wet...
You feeling better? If not the coffee will do the trick. Jason handed her a cup of coffee
"Thanks." she said as she took the hot cup of coffee in one hand and clutched the robe around her tightly with the other, eyeing him suspiciously. "What do you want?" She was feeling better already, but still not ready to forgive him for being Jason Blackwater and taking her sister away from her. And she didn't trust him at all tonight. Not after everything that had happened. He could be playing some kind of sick game with her right now. Megan glanced around warily, making sure there was nothing she could use as a weapon just in case...
"Nothing much, just thought you might want some company while you drink your coffee." Jason sipped his own cup and walked over to the couch, sitting down across from her. "Or if you're feeling feisty, maybe we can play a game or something?" He winked at her.
"Ha! I don't think so." Megan crossed her arms under her breasts and took a sip of coffee, keeping her distance from him on the couch. "I should just be going..."
Going where? It’s nearly 3am in the morning. Maybe you can sleep in the guest room or couch … anything you fancy
"Oh really? And who says I can't just leave?" she challenged, her eyes narrowing as she put down her coffee cup on the table next to the couch. "Besides, if you think I trust you or anything after what happened tonight..." She trailed off with a sneer.
Jason was quiet. “Suit yourself” as he slept on the couch
Well, I guess that settles it then." She huffed, annoyed but secretly pleased that she'd managed to annoy him too. Standing up from the couch, Megan walked over to a chair across the room and plopped down into it, crossing her arms over her chest again as she watched Jason Blackwater with a mix of hate and curiosity.
"What are you even doing here anyway?" she asked after a moment's silence, unable to resist poking at him. "I mean, why didn't someone else come pick me up?"
“Zzzzz…zzzzz” Luther totally ignored her. He went out to help her, and she treated like she was manhandled or something
"Oh, yeah?" she retorted. "Well, I suppose that's what you get for being such an asshole to me." She knew she was being petty and childish, but she couldn't help it. All those years of resentment and jealousy were just bubbling up now.
"So, how long are you planning on staying?" she asked with a sneer. "Or do you have somewhere else to be?"
Jason continued to ignore her
"Fine then," Megan muttered under her breath. "Stuck-up prick." She pulled the sleeves of her robe over her hands and crossed her arms even tighter across her chest, glaring at him as she waited for him to respond or acknowledge her presence in some way. But he continued to ignore her, pretending like she wasn't there at all. After several more minutes of silence, she let out a frustrated huff and decided to change the subject.
"So... Jason," she began slowly, "How's married life treating you?" There it was - the bait on the hook. Would he take it?