Chapter 14
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Jace felt a headache coming on as he involuntarily listened to the mindless chatter of the two women sitting in the next row over.
They were whispering and giggling over whatever foolishness they were talking about and even the luxury of being in First Class couldn’t make it better.
As the stewardess passed, he asked for some Bourbon to help him drown out the situation. After blushing, she nodded and hurried to get what he asked for. Jace noted that the stewardess was cute with her blonde hair and blue eyes.
After she came back with his drink, she proceeded to flirt with him and he indulged her until he concluded that there was indeed nothing unique about her.
Although she had managed to unbutton the top of her blouse and he got a tantalizing peak of her breasts, and her whole manner screamed 'f**k me now!' something about her wasn't right.
She just wasn't working for him and he wondered why. She was one of his types: big breasts, leggy, eager to please….and nothing, no response.
She soon left, dejected, that her seductive plans hadn't worked. Jace shook it off and conjured up another image of a naked curvaceous beauty with green eyes and dark, wavy hair.
That was better.
It really surprised him how much he still wanted her.
It was sad that she put her younger sister on a pedestal when the feelings obviously weren't returned. At least that's how it seemed to him anyway.
Jace was getting tired of this round the bush thing they were doing. It was obvious Camille wanted him, even though she tried her damndest to deny it.
He didn't know how long she would use her sister as an excuse, but he would just have to up the time limit on that.
Jace decided that after this trip, he would have her.
He needed her out of his system before it got worse and he got blue-balls or some s**t like that. He’d never gotten it before and he didn't plan on getting it any time soon.
The pilot's voice came on the intercom announcing their arrival and Jace felt relieved. He was actually excited to see his friends again.
As he exited the airport, a fiery red-haired girl flung herself in his arms.
"Jacen!" Fiona screamed as she hugged him tightly.
"Relax Fiona. I'm not going to up and disappear," he teased as he returned the hug.
"Yeah, but you're only staying in New York for the weekend," Fiona whined, then added, "Let's make the best of it."
She snapped her fingers and a man who looked to be in his late 50's with graying black hair and pale blue eyes, picked up Jace's bags and put them in a Limousine.
"Inconspicuous aren't you?" he said, as he watched people staring at the black Mercedes limousine. The only one parked in front of the airport's entrance. There was almost a crowd. Fiona shrugged before grabbing his arms and pulled him towards the limo.
As he sat down on the comfortable leather chair and looked around the very spacious car, a sense of familiarity filled him. As much as he liked the Ford pickup truck, this is what he was used to.
"So, Jace where have you been all this time?" Fiona asked, with a raise of her perfectly trimmed eyebrow.
"Here, there, everywhere?"
"What is this? A nursery rhyme?" Fiona asked, rolling her eyes and he chuckled. "Jace if you don't tell me a straight answer then I'll–”
"Scream," Jace finished.
"Exactly," Fiona said triumphantly with a smirk.
"You can go ahead and try, but it won't work on me Fi."
Fiona's smirk faltered. "Who are you and what have you done with the Jacey poo I know?"
Jace smirked. "Let's say I've built up a kind of resistance to certain screams."
Fiona gasped dramatically. "You disgusting pig!" she shrieked. "You're lucky I'm such a w***e for you." She laughed.
Jace smiled at the red-haired beauty in front of him. He remembered when Fiona was an awkward gawky teen. Not that anyone would know that today.
"I'm in a band," Jace told her.
Fiona spluttered. "Wh- what?" Then she laughed. "Oh my god you, Jacen William Kraft, is-is in a band?"
Jace chuckled. "Yes Fiona. I’m actually in a band."
"Where are the cameras? Am I being Punk'd?" she looked around the car dramatically. "If you're watching Ashton Kutcher… call me!" she said as she winked to an invisible camera.
"You do know he's married right?" Jace reminded her.
"So what? No one has to know." She smirked as Jace shook his head with a chuckle.
Fiona crossed her perfectly toned legs as she said, "On a serious note, you- Jace- Jacen- is in a band?" she looked at him intently before licking her lips. "If your yummy, scrumptious, looking self didn't tell me in person, then I would never have believed you."
"Fiona," he warned. While he found flirting with Fiona to be fun, he knew she could turn up the dial to a completely new level that would get both of them in some trouble.
"What Jace? Do you think that just because you've gotten a really sexy tan, and your muscles seem deliciously bigger, that that means that I'm going to jump you?" she asked incredulously.
"Yes," he told her dryly.
"Well Jace I actually have something called self-control. Thank you very much," she said with huff and turned up her nose as she crossed her arm.
"I believe the last time you said that we ended up in a very interesting position," he laughed.
Fiona gasped. "I was drunk!" she shrieked, and then added, "And I didn't hear you complaining."
"Oh believe me I wasn't," he replied cockily, "And neither were you."
"Like I would complain the few times you let me touch you," she grinned. "You have magic fingers Jace…well magic everything but that's all you're getting out of me. Don't need your head getting any bigger than it already is."
Fiona looked intently at him before smirking. "So…before we get to this whole thing about you being in a band you have to tell me…who is she," Fiona said, with the raise of an eyebrow.
"She?"
"You know the girl who's got you smitten…"
"Fiona," Jace began, "You know I don't—"
"I'm not talking about your heart, you ass. I know how you feel about that certain 'topic'," she said with a roll of her eyes. "I'm talking about your d**k…"
"What are you talking about Fiona?"
"Jacen I'm in one of my skimpiest outfits and you haven't even noticed," she pouted. “So, who is she?”
Jace gave Fiona the once over. Her red hair was curled and her eyes had this smoky effect, her red top was like a second skin the way it molded to her figure, her breasts were pushed up, teasing anyone who looked. Her white skirt barely covered anything and her long toned legs were adorned in some silver strappy heels, which made her legs look even longer.
Fiona was right…how did he not realize?
"See…you didn't notice," she stated with a huff.
He didn't reply.
"So who is she?" Fiona repeated impatiently.
Jace knew just how much his friend hated being kept out of the loop.
"That’s none of your business," Jace told her, smirking, knowing that would piss her off even more.
“Jace,” Fiona warned and when he still stayed silent, she changed tactics. “I need to know," she whined and then pouted.
Jace chuckled but said nothing.
Fiona scoffed and crossed her arms. "You must really have feelings for this girl then."
Jace laughed at her ridiculous statement. "Wanna bet?"
Fiona raised an immaculate trimmed eyebrow as she said, "Absolutely. What are we betting?"
"How about two thousand dollars?" Jace said. “And I’ll show you that there’s no feelings involved.”
Fiona thought about it for a second. "How about we up that bet?” she smirked. “I'm going to get you to admit that you have feelings from the heart and not the d**k for this girl and up the wage to five thousand dollars," she said arrogantly.
Jace smirked. Easy money. "I've never seen you give away shopping money so easily before Fiona.”
Fiona scoffed. "Oh please Jace, you know what? Why don't we make the wager even higher since money is obviously no object to us."
"What did you have in mind?" Jace smiled.
"I want your Jackson Pollock," Fiona told him, smiling triumphantly as Jace’s eyes widened.
That was one of his most prized possessions.
But if this is how his friend wanted to play it…
"Fine and when you lose Fiona, I will get your Van Gogh and your Picasso," Jace told her and watched her eyes widened.
“That’s not fair, Jacen,” she whined. “But that’s why I’m going to win.”
Jace laughed at her misguided arrogance. "You know what…to make things more exciting, instead of me just admitting to having feelings, how about you get me to say that I'm in love,” he mocked, “and I'll throw in my Monet and my Mclaren for fun."He laughed.
Fiona smiled and crossed her arms. “So I’m going to get a Pollock, Monet and a Mclaren. You’re right this is going to be fun Jacen.” She gave him a look. “We have a bet.”
Jace crossed his arms. "Well Fi, all I can say is your Van Gogh and Picasso are going to go nicely with my collection,” he said, swiping his hand across the air as if imagining the paintings.
Fiona laughed. "I hope you remember those words when your Pollock and Monet are right beside my Van Gogh and Picasso,” she said, staring at her perfectly manicured nails. "How long do I have anyway?"
"I guess to give you a smidgen of a chance; you have until New Years," Jace said.
"Fine," she smiled.
"You know Fiona,” Jace began, “you're many things but I never thought one of them was a fool.”
She smirked. "Oh believe me Jace, I never took you for one either.”
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