Chapter 5

Zara's POV.

I groan and pull my duvet over my head to block out the sunlight. I am pretty sure I shut those blinds before going to bed but I guess God is trying to punish me by not letting me sleep in peace. I bury my face in my pillow and try to sleep back but I feel someone pulling my duvet.

"Just let me sleep Ma." I mumble my voice thick with sleep.

She let out a chuckle "This is the first time someone has ever mistaken me for a woman." Her voice is thicker than usual but who cares when sleep is still calling my name.

I let out a groan in reply and curl into my bed again.

Wait, what did she mean by mistaken me for a woman?

This is one of those times that my brain decides to go against me. Why the fuck is my brain thinking when I am trying to sleep? 

"You really need to get out of bed now, Zara." 

Okay, that is not my mum talking. So who the fuck is it?

"Five more minutes please." I plead with whoever is trying to wake me up.

The person burst out laughing.

"You said that the first time I tried to wake you up." The voice mumbles at  least it sounds like a mumble to me.

I don't even remember saying that to anyone this morning but that is what happens when I am trying to sleep.

"Who the fuck are you?" I ask without even opening my eyes. 

You know what will happen if I open my eyes?

I won't be able to sleep back and we can't let that happen now, can we?

"It's Jason." The voice answers.

"Okay Mr..."

Wait what?

I sit up so fast that I hit my head on the bed post.

What the hell?

I groan and rub my head and look up at Jason. Yes, Jason. He is standing at the edge of my bed with his hands in his pockets. He is wearing a black Joggers and a blue shirt, the shirt is so fitted that it shows off his biceps and the other muscles in his arms and his packs....

Cue the swoon.

His eyes are twinkling with amusement and his hair looks so soft and silky that I want to run my fingers through it. 

How does he look even hotter? It has only been two weeks since I saw him.

Shut up stupid.

"What the fuck are you doing in my room?" I ask him still rubbing my forehead. I hope it doesn't swell.

"Cute pyjamas." He says his blue eyes sparkling with laughter.

Those darn eyes.

I look down at my pyjamas and let out a groan as my cheeks turns hot with embarrassment. 

Are you wondering why I am embarrassed?

Who wouldn't be embarrassed if a hot guy just sees you in your Spongebob Square pants pyjamas? 

Ohh you mean your hot future husband.

Shut up stupid!

As I said before, don't hate. I love Spongebob so why can't I wear my Spongebob pyjamas? Mind you, it is really comfy.

"What do you want Jason?" I ask him.

He shrugs "I came to take my future wife out." 

"Sorry who?" I ask him.

Hehehe Zara, that wasn't funny.

But it was. It was funny, right?

"You wound me, Zara but I forgive you. Now get up and get ready, we don't have much time left." He says. 

I ignore what he said "Who let you in my room? " I ask him folding my hands under my breast. 

His eyes drops to my chest and I squirm internally.

"My eyes are up here Jason." I tell him and he chuckle lightly.

"My bad. I just couldn't resist." He says. 

I will myself not to turn red at his words. 

"You haven't answered my question." I tell him raising my eyebrows slightly.

You have no idea what you look like when you raise your eyebrows. 

Why are you so against me, you stupid brain? 

"Your mum let me in. She is a really cool woman, I like her." He says smiling.

Why the fuck will my mum let him in my room?

Correct me if I am wrong. But I thought mothers are supposed to be against guys going into they daughter's room. 

"What makes you think I will be going anywhere with you?" I ask him.

"I just know you will be coming with me. Get ready dear wife." He says smiling cockily. 

You know he is right. Your overly curious ass won't let you rest if you don't go.

What is with you, you smart ass?

"Where are we going?" I ask him while getting my ass out of bed. 

"Crusty Crabs." He replies laughing.

"Hehehe, that wasn't funny Jason." I tell him. 

But it was funny.

Whose side are you on motherfucker?

Who else agrees with me that your brain isn't supposed to go against you?

"I think it was." He says still laughing.

Yes, keep laughing at me. I am not offended at all.

"Where are we going, Jason?" I ask him again. 

"It is a surprise. Get ready and don't take too long, princess." He says flicking my nose.

Princess?

My heart certainly didn't do a flip because he called me princess.

I scrunch my nose up and scoff.

"What are you still doing here? Get out and please let the door hit your hot ass on the way out." I tell him and he lets out a laugh before leaving my room.

Way to go, Zara. You just called his ass 'hot'. 

Shut up bitch!

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I walk down the stairs in my 5 inches heels. I decided to wear a fitted blue jeans and paired it with a white vintage shirt and of course there is my heels too and I managed to brush out my hair and decided to let it down. I didn't do much with my make, I just applied mascara, lip gloss and a little eye liner to enhance my black eyes. 

My mum and dad are currently sitting in the dining room having breakfast and also chatting with my future husband.

Hehehe. I can't believe I just called him that.

"Good morning ma and dad." I greet them kissing them on the cheeks.

"How was your night, Zara?" My dad asks. 

I smile "Extremely short, all thanks to one asshole." I answer him.

He let out a laugh and Jason snicker.

That is a first, my dad totally ignored my little bad language. 

"Are you ready?" Jason asks from where he was sitting beside my mum. 

"I don't get to have breakfast too?" I ask him.

"We will get breakfast on our way." He answers getting up and kissing my mum's cheeks.

When the hell did they get so familiar? 

"Ma?" I turn to her.

"Just go with Jason." She says smiling at me.

What the fuck is going on? My mum never allows us to eat breakfast and dinner outside. It is a rule that nobody dares to question.

"Really ma?" I ask her again.

"Go Zara, you are keeping the poor boy waiting." She says, her smile got even wider. 

"Ohh... Okay." I mumble nodding my head slowly like a dumb kid.

Who said you were smart?

Shut the fuck up bitch or I will shut you up. 

Hehehe Zara. Very funny. 

"I will see you then. Bye dad, bye ma." I say kissing there cheeks 

"Take care of my daughter, Jason." My dad warns. I laugh internally at my dad's attempt at scaring Jason.

I know my dad is a scary person but still... He was trying to scare Jason. 

You are talking like you know him so well.

Maybe I don't know him well but I know my dad didn't scare him one bit, you smart ass.

"I will sir." Jason replies before leading the way out of the house.

I squirm a little when he places his hands on the small of my back. He opens the door and I walk out first with Jason walking closely behind me, he close the door behind him and leads the way to his car.

I let out a loud whistle when I see his car. I walk around the car while caressing the car. This is so beautiful, so fucking pretty.

"Is this your car?" I breathe out. 

"Yes, it is." He answers laughing lightly. 

He must think you are an idiot that has never seen a car before.

Who frigging cares? This is a fucking Aston Martin 2022 Valhalla.

"Yes, it is." He answers. I guess I said that out loud.

"I thought this wasn't suppose to be out yet?" I ask him still admiring the car.

I love cars, like I love love love cars. Lucy thinks it is weird for a girl to love cars that much.

"But it is." He says smiling at me.

(A/N: The car isn't out yet, at least that was what I saw on google but I loved the car when I saw it so why not use it.)

This would have cost him frigging millions. 

"Can I drive?" I ask him bouncing slightly on my heels. 

"No." He answers crossing his hands in front of his face. 

"Please." I plead using my cute puppy eyes on him. 

"No."

"Pretty please." I join my palms together.

"Ehh.. No." 

"Please Jason... Pleeeeaaasee." I plead.

"Okay fine." He exclaims throwing the keys at me. 

"Yes." I scream and kiss the keys. 

Get ready Jason King. This is going to be a pretty interesting ride.