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?♂️???♂️Episode 32??
??4 Day Trip?
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I woke up feeling the sun in my face. I leaned over and ru-bbe-d
my face before I felt like I am fully awake. I didn’t know why I was
smiling, but I couldn’t st©p myself – maybe I am just a happy person.
I walked over to the bathroom when I hear the water running.
“Jason, could you plea-se hurry up?” I asked.
“Oh, you’re awake!” he said.
I walked over to the shopping bag and tried to dig out something
that I could wear today.
I hear the bathroom door slide open just as I turned around and
saw that Jason only has a towel wra-pped around his w@!st. Water
ran down from his hair to his muscular che-st. Just the sight of seeing
him, made me blus-h like crazy.
I turned around and cleared my throat. “Umm, we went shopping
yesterday, so I am sure you have clothes.”
I knew that he was sm-irking behind my back, “I forgot to get it.” I
could almost hear the laughter than he was about to spill in his voice.
I gr@bb£d my clothes and zoomed off to the bathrrom without a
backward glance.
I quic-kly showered and brushed my teeth. Outside I could hear
Jason get re-ady to leave.
“Are you done?” he asked.
“Yes!” I said as I threw the towel aside, stepping out of the
bathroom.
“Wait for me at the limo, I am checking out.” he said. Our bags
were alre-ady loaded into the back of the limo. I got inside, and asked
the driver, “Excuse me sir, do you have any idea where we might to
heading today?”
“Good morning, Ms. Cohen, sadly I don’t know where you guys
are going, but I am supposed to drive you to the airport.” he said.
“Thank you.” I said, shooting him a smile.
I sat down as Jason got into the limo.
We headed to the airport and got into Jason’s pri-vate jet.
“Good morning, Mr. and Ms. Cohen, this is Captain William Smith
again – ” the pilot continued to talk as jason said, “So how was
yesterday?”
I shrugged, “Nuhh, it was ok.”
Jason sm-irked, brushing his index f!nger gently un-derneath my
chin. The movement brou-ght back a memory. It reminded me of the
first time Jason had c@m£ into my life. The first time Jason actually
t©uçhed me – on my chin. It also reminded me that this was not the
first time I’ve sat on his jet. All of those memories c@m£ back – how
much I hated him back them, how I’ve jugded him because he was
rich, how much I didn’t want to be with him . . . and how it all
changed . . .
“Do you want breakfast?” Jason asked smiling.
I nodded, smiling back.
He snapped his f!ngersand the breakfast c@m£.
“How you like waffles.” he said, handing me the breakfast tray.
I tried to keep my face straight. All of the sudden, I didn’t feel
hungry.
I hate waffles . . . I thought, but of course I didn’t want to tell him,
it was rude.
I slowly peel the aluminum foil back and a memory c@m£ back to
him. When I ate waffles for breakfast and threw up in clas-s because I
felt sick.
I was about to pour the syrup when Jason st©pped me.
“Wait.” he said to me and turned to the flight attendance, “Threw
it all away, get us another breakfast.”
I could see that the flight attendance was shocked, but quic-kly
covered it. She picked up the trays and hurried away before I could
reject. But my jaws hung a little . . . why did Jason say that? How
does he know?
“How did you know?” I asked.
He smiled a little while scratching the back of his head, “Well, I
re-ad your mind.”
“What – ? How – ? What?” I asked confused.
“I have the power to.” he said, smiling his lop – sided smile.
“How do you do that?” I asked.
“That’s ’cause I’m a future Alpha. I could re-ad my mates thought
even before we mate.” he said. I blu-shed.
He saw the memory. That’s sooo embarras-sing.
Kill me!!!
Don’t nee-d to, he’ll accept you Layla said. I wish it was like
that.
Jason chuckled a little, letting me know that he re-ad my mind.
“St©p!” I said.
Jason laughed.
“St©p!” i said, “plea-se st©p re-ading my mind. I swear! I am gonna
die!”
“I’m ok with that, sweet cheeks.”
“I’m not!!”
He brushed the hair out of my face and put his hand on the side
of my n£¢k and k!$$£d myl-ips gently. I didn’t know what was more
embarras-sing; letting someone see your most – embarras-sed –
moment – of – life or letting a flight attendance come just in time to
see him k!ss!ngme.
I pushed his shoulders and blu-shed while the flight attendance
speak, “Umm, h- here, sir. You’re breakfast. E – enjoy.”
I smoothed my shorts and fixed my hair.
“Beacon, scrambled eggs with an English muffin.” Jason said,
“Are you ok with that?”
I nodded, peeling the foil and started to eat.
“So where are we going?” I asked.
“Somewhere fun.” Jason said, smiling. I rolled my eyes. I quic-kly
finish my breakfast and watched as Jason ate him. I smiled a little,
liking how he chews, his jaws look strong. I teared my eyes away
from his jaws and open the window. I squinted as the sunlight pour in
strongly.
I looked outside and looked down. All I see was the ocean – blue,
blue and more blue. I smiled a little, admirering the incredable bluse.
You will never see this near New York. It was beautiful, it almost
seem unreal.
I stared out for who know how long, just long enough to see land.
“I see land!” I said, tugging onto Jason’s arm. He leaned over me
looked out of the window. Being this close to him, I could smell the
shampoo that he was using and his cologne embr@ced him. My
inside melted a little.
“Good we are almost there.” he said.
The jet started to land and I felt excited. I don’t know why, maybe
it is because I know I am going to have a good time when him. I
hope so.
We got off of the jet and headed towards the waiting limo.
“How did you get a pri-vate jet?” I asked, as I looked out of the
limo window and onto his pri-vate jet. It was beautiful, such a luxery.
“I don’t know. . . I guess it was because when I was younger I
wanted to travel the world, so my father promised me he will get me
a jet.” he said.
“Do you know how to fly it?” I asked.
Jason smiled to himself, “I guess not. I never got lesson on it.”
I laughed, “You have a jet but you don’t know how to fly it?”
He smiled, “Well, I would reather relax on it than worry that I am
going to crash it.”
I smiled. “Wow, that’s something interesting.”
“But I tried flying it once with Captain William, but you know . . . I
failed.”
“What happened?” I asked.
“Well, I nearly crashed, the landing wheel c@m£ out when we
were up in air, I nearly head towards a storm and a lot more of bad
things.” he said, “Don’t know how I survived, but I didn.”
I laughed, “You are terrible!”
“It’s not easy and I would like to see you do it!” Jason said, rasing
his eyebrow.
“NO!” I said, “I will die and it’s not even my jet, I don’t want to
damage it.”
“Well, I give you the permission to us it and who cares if it is
damage, there is such thing as a repairing shop.” he said like it was
like the most obvious thing in the world.
“I pas-s! I would probably crash during take off.” I said. Jason
sm-irked. He just like knowing that he is better than everyb©dy else.
Typical Jason.
The car st©pped and I realized that we were on a beach, a realy,
really, nice beach – probably the most beautifulest beach ever.
“Wow, but what’s with all the people.” I asked as Jason helped
me out of the limo.
Jason shoot me his sm-irk as he pu-ll-ed me to a shop, “You’ll see.”
“Wait, where are we in the first place?” I asked.
“Hawaii.”
“What?! The island that is right above a volcano?? NO!!!???” I
exclaimed, “I don’t want to die, what happens if the volcano erupted?
What happens if I die? I don’t want to die yet, I’m too young!”
“Be quiet, I checked for volcano eruption and there is no sign that
it is going to be erupting.” Jason said, pu-lling me into a bathing suit
shop. Yeah, we didn’t buy a bathing suit.
The shop only sells bikinis.
Really?!
“Here.” Jason said, handing me an outfit. A black bikini.
“No this shop, plea-se?” I asked.
“Just change.” he said, pushing me into a changing room.
I reluctantly changed into it and looked at the mirror, I didn’t look
that bad. I steped out of the changing room. Jason nodded in
approval and paid for the bikini. Surprisly, Jason alre-ady brou-ght his
truck suit.
Wow, I must took a long time.
“Come here.” he said, once we were outside of the shop, “Here.”
“What?!” I said, looking at the white surfboard with a thin sky blue
outlining.
“For you.” he said, looking away.
“For me?” I asked. He nodded.
“Those are your favorite color, right?” he asked. I nodded, my
heart fluttered knowing that he knows my favorite color.
I looked at him, i didn’t know how I want to express how I feel
right now. I wanted to hvg him. I wanted to k!sshim on thel-ips. I
wanted to cry. I wanted to buy something in return, but I wasn’t sure.
I wasn’t sure if I could do any of those. Instead, I said, “Thank you.”
and k!$$£d him on the cheeks.
He looked away.
“Come on, we have to hurry.” he said, gr-abbing his black
surfboard.
“Why?” I asked.
“The competition is starting.”
“What competition?” I asked.
“The surfing competition is starting.”
“You are in it?” I asked, shocked. He could surf.
“Yeah, for you.” he said. He pu-ll-ed me to the front row where
everyone was.
” . . . and the last contestant is Jason Cohen! plea-se give a big,
big, BIG round of applause for all of the contestants!!!!!” the speaker
announced. The crowd went wild and applause. I smiled at Jason.
“I’m going to win for you!” Jason shouted across the beach and
sm-irked. I blu-shed.
“Are we re-ady, audience??!!” the speakers shouted out. The
crowd screamed, especailly the women next to me.
“ARE WE re-adY??!!” the speakers said again. The crowd went
loud again and this time, I screamed ‘yes!’ too.
“ALL RIGHT THEM, LET IT BEGIN! ON YOUR MARK, GET SET
. . . GOOOOOO!!!”
I cu-mpped my hands around my mouth and shouted, “GO JASON!”
I smiled, cutching onto the surfboard.
He sm-irked at me and did his boyish salute. I couldn’t help but
smile back before he turned around and continue running to the
water.
“Oh, look! I see a really good wave going ashore, let’s see who is
going to catch this one?!” the speaker said. I watched as Jason
paddled his way throu-gh the water.
I just notice that he was good at surfing, really good at surfing.
And I just found out that he could surf – I never knew that. When I
first saw Jason I usually think of a rich, spoiled br@t who does
nothing but p@rty all day and all night long, ma-king out with another
girl in find of his ex or something like that, or pla-ying video games all
day like tomorrow is going to be the end of the world.
“Just look at Cohen and Hannings, trying to fight their way to that
big wave, you can do one hell of a trick on that way!” the speaker
said.
I stared at Jason and that guy that was right next to him, thinking
that that guy is probably Hannings.
“OH! They are just a few yeards away from the wave and let’s
see who is going to make it. I think this is going to be a very
interesting competition, don’t you think people?” the speakers said
and the crowd screamed.
“Just look! Is it me or is Hannings slowing down? Is he really
going to give it up to Jason that easily?”
The crowd went wild; I couldn’t tell if they were telling Hannings
not to give up or cheer Jason to go on. I didn’t care, I just kept my
eyes on Jason as he went closer and closer to the wave. I watched
as he slowly got re-ady to stand up. He bented forward and stood up
ri-ding above the wave. The whole crowd cheered to the t©p of their
lunges. I jumped up screaming, “Woahhhhh!!!!!”
“That was sick!!! More points for Cohen!” the speaker shouted, as
I watched Jason rode into the tunnel of the wave and around the
edge of the next wave, “Wait, just look at the Hannings that we all
know – never giving up. Even though Hannings didn’t catch that
wave, he is not giving up. He is trying to catch the wave behind
Cohen! But it looks like Cohen and Matthews is trying to catch that
wave too! Three is too crowded, isn’t it?”
I crossed my f!ngershoping that Jason would win.
“Look at the fight!” the speakers said and I ti-p – toed to see what
was going on above the waves. I saw that Hannings was trying to
use his surfboard to disturb Jason from catching the upcoming wave.
Jason shoke his head as the cold water slashed his face.
Jason! You can’t let him win!! I though.
But not remembering that Jason could hear my thoughts, I think
he just looked at me and flashed me his sm-irk, before quic-kly turning
back to the wave. It could have been my imagination that he was
looking at me or he was smiling at me.
I watched as Jason moved away from Hannings, but not before
Hannings did he one last big slash of cold water. Jason nearly fell
over his board, missing the wave, but was saved when he did a
quic-k 180.
The crowd went wild, “That was a close catch, Cohen!” the
speakers said. I smiled.
He did one more trick before the wave dies down and he surf
ashore. The crowd cheered!
I ran up to Jason and hvgged his icy – cold b©dy.
“You did amazing even though I don’t know what you do up there
half of the time.” I said, smiling at him. I could see that his once pink
li-ps were turning purple.
Jason laughed softly, “T- That’s why I am going to teach you how
to surf.”
“You are? And why are you so cold?”
“The water.” he said, holding me. I gr@bb£d the towel on the sand
and wra-pped it around me.
“Ok, ladies and gentlemen, the judges got the scores!” the
speakers said.
I k!$$£d Jason on his salty cheeks, “I think you’re going to win
because you were the best up there.”
Jason laughed, “Am I also the h0ttest and S-xiest up there?”
I blu-shed. I didn’t know how to answer that. He was the h0ttest
and S-xiest up there, but I can’t just say that to him? That will be so
embarras-sing.
Jason chuckled and moved closer to me. I notice that he wasn’t
shrivering anymore, in fact I think his warmth is coming towards me.
He leaned in and whispered in my ear. He breath was h0t and warm,
ma-king me shriver, “I know right?”
He pu-ll-ed away and it took me a few moments to un-derstand
what he means, but when reality struck me, I blu-shed like a crazy
chick. He could hear my thoughts!
Why do I keep on forgetting??!!
Just let it be, he knows that alre-ady
“Got to go.” he said, sm-irking at me one more time before he
turned around and walked away.
I am going to kill myself tonight. I swear this is killing me.
“Who is re-ady for the announment of the winners?” the speakers
exclaimed. Everyone cheered.
All of the surfers line up in a single line, smiling or sm-irking at
everyone in front of them.
“ARE YOU re-adY?!” the speakers shouted louder. Again the
audience roared. I hate it when people go like, “Are you re-ady?!” the
second time, I find it really annoying and stupid because you heard
us once, you don’t nee-d it twice.
“Ok!!!! The third place winner is Matthews!!” the crowd cheered.
Matthews stepped forward and flashed everyone his thousand dollar
smile, before a heavy looking metal was hung on his n£¢k.
“The second place winner is . . . Hannings!” the crowd went wild
again. Hannings stepped up and flashed all the girls his sm-irk before
he got his trophy.
“And the first place winner isssssss . . . . ” I hate how he st©pped
because it was pretty obvious that it was, “Cohen!!”
I rolled my eyes. DUH!!!
All of the girls jumped up and took a thousands of pictures as
Jason stepped up and looked at me giving me his lopsided smile. I
smiled back at him as my stomach turned. He got his trophy and
looked at everyone before leaving the stage.
“Ahh, what an intense competition!” the speakers said, “Have a
nice day and enjoy everyone.”
Everyone started leaving the beach. I walked over to Jason who
was grinned like crazy.
“You won – ” Next thing I know, he smashed hisl-ips against my
li-ps. My stomach turned like a roller coaster they were going in a
bunch of circles.
“Yeah,” he said when he pu-ll-ed away. I nodded feeling completely
dazed.
“So are you going to teach me how to surf or what?” I asked
when I finally snapped back to reality.
“If you want.” he said.
“Hell yeah!” I said, running after Jason as I dragged my
surfboard.
“Hey! Help me! This board is heavy.” I said.
Jason chuckled, running back to gr-ab my surfboard.
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