His Sweet Red

chapter 8

"You are nothing but a spoilt, selfish dimwitted fuckwit." Cassie told trying to throw punches at his face. She had jumped on his thighs on the couch making him slightly fall on his back.

Jake had lifted his arms to block the showering attack. "Cassie I'm joking."

She did not stop trying to hurt him She reached for his ears and pulled. "I hated that stupid horrible job but it was my horrible stupid job."

"Cassie, honestly I was joking. I only figured you got fired because you were carrying a box of your belongings. It wasn't me." He had to grab her arms to stop her.

She stopped hitting him and glared at him. Jake looked up at her still holding her arms. He sat up and she slid perfectly onto his lap. Cassie realising the position they were now in got up and stepped away from him. Cassie gave him a mean stare down then smirked.

"I know it was not you Jacob. It was that i***t, Harold. He had it in for me for a long time."

"Wait you knew? You knew and still jumped on me. Why the hell did you attack me then?" Jake asked looking at Cassie like she was crazy.

"Because you looked like you would make a good punching bag. Plus you still indirectly caused me to lose my job. You gave Harold the ammo to use. It was because of that stupid kiss that all this started. Now my life is down the drain and until it's good again maybe you will be my punching bag." Cassie finished with a shrug.

"You are evil," Jake said with a gasp

"Of course I am. You should remember that and not try to get me into the little plot you have planned. Who knows it might just turn against you."Cassie said shrugging as she went to sit on the other couch. It felt just as comfortable as the other and she let herself sink into it.

Jake got up, went to the kitchen, and came back with two brown beer bottles.

"Here is your drink. That's all I have for now. I don't usually have visitors here." Jake said as he sat down.

"It will do. Whiskey would have been better." Cassie said opening the bottle and chugging as much as she could.

"Ungrateful brat," Jake mumbled

"Dimwitted lunatic." Cassie shot back.

"Don't bother with uber, I will drop you off home," Jake said as he also relaxed on the couch and switched on the television. Some sitcom was playing but neither paid attention.

"So you can know where I stay and stalk me? Hell no."

"As if. I want to pass by my office building and get your box. Plus do you really think you can hide from me? I found where you work easily." He said with an eye roll.

"That was a lucky guess. You probably saw me getting out of that building that day."

"Don't underestimate me, my sweet. There is a reason I am one of the best at what I do."

"I find it hard to believe you actually run a company. No offense but you act like you still have a lot of growing up to do.

"Just because you said no offense does not make that less offending. I'm extremely good at what I do. I'm like superman, I protect people, how do you think I became so famous.?"

"I thought you were some rich trust fund kid who got lucky. Plus it's not like you do the actual protecting. Your employees do."

Wow, you know how to make a man feel useless. I suddenly don't feel happy anymore, need to change my car."

"Hold up, hold on a sec, you drive according to your moods? How many cars do you have?"

"Yes. A few but the colors are only five. Yellow for happiness, blue for when I feel blue, green when I'm sick or under the weather, red when feeling like fun, and then black for when I feel gangster."

"Sweet Mary and Joseph you are a child trapped in a hot adult body," Cassie whispered with a frown.

"You think I'm hot?" That's all he cared about.

"No, I don't." She snapped.

"But you just said it."

"You misheard me I said ...um." Cassie looked around trying to find a way out. When she found nothing she groaned in annoyance.

"Fine you are hot. Happy now?"

"Extremely, I don't even have to change cars anymore."

"Has anyone told you that you belong in a loony bin?"

"My mother, my employees, my friends, and their wives too. But they love me too much to do anything about it."

"When are you taking me home?"

"As soon as we finish our beers."

"I'm done with.mine."

"What are you, a German tank? I only had two sips of mine."

Cassie just shrugged, got up, and started looking around. The sitting room entrance faced a door that led to a cute kitchen. It had mustard yellow cupboards and beige countertops. Although it was clean everything was a bit outdated and well used.

"Why this house?" Cassie asked when she walked back into the sitting room.

"It is homey. And no one in their right mind would ever think to look for me here. I have my penthouse and a few properties in my name. This one belonged to my grandmother. It used to smell like cookies when she was alive. She left it for me and I sold it to myself under a fake name. No one knows about it, well you do now." Jake explained with a small smile. The house also brought back fond memories.

Seeing how much the place meant to him on his face Cassie moved to sit down again.

"Why did you bring me here?" She finally asked.

"I honestly don't know. Why are you not completely scared to be with a stranger in a strange house?"

"You are not a stranger, you are Jacob Emanuel Stone."

"You remembered my name." Jake gave her a bright smile that almost knocked her over. He was gorgeous and knew it.

"You are still a dimwit and a harebrained, loony bin. Now take me home I just lost my job and I need to go sulk." Cassie ordered as she got up and walked to the door.

"You know you can come work for me." Jake offered following her.

"And be what your personal assistant?"

"You can be the new mail girl," Jake teased.

"No thanks, I will strangle you if I spend more than three hours with you a day. I hate you that much." Cassie told him.

" Impossible." Jake confidently informed her.