A Familiar Stranger

Jason huddled under a thick blanket hiding from the cold. The air conditioner blasted cold wind into the room as though trying to compete with the storm raging outside his window.

The low noise from the TV soon sang him to sleep. It was deep into the night when he opened his eyes again. The room was dark and the TV had gone off, and the storm outside had long calmed down.

Jason raised his head and froze the next second when he realized he was sleeping on someone's lap. He was not alone.

"Is sleeping beauty awake?" The man in the dark asked, his large frame filling up the couch.

Jason looked up at a strong jawline and trembled. This stranger hand his arm around him. Adrenaline rushed through his veins, allowing him to struggle wildly in the stranger’s grip.

But it made no difference. Jason had always prided himself to be a strong enough man. At 6 feet, despite his lean muscles, he intimidated a lot of men. But his strength could not escape the stranger's steel grip.

He thought to scream. But the next second, the Stranger had a hand over his mouth.

“If you promise not to scream, I will let you go. Can you do that?” he asked, and jason nodded quickly.

“I will put a bullet in your little head if you make a fuss or run; You won’t do that right?” he asked again, and son froze at the realization that the man was armed. He nodded.

“Now be good and go turn on the lights,” he said, letting go of Jason.

Jason carefully got off him and walked backwards to the switch on the wall. He quickly turned the light on, illuminating the entire sitting room.

As the lights snapped on, the view of a large man came into his sight. Jason could guess he was over 6 feet. His dress shirt clung to his large frame. He had tussled back hair that sat just below his shoulder. He leaned back on the couch fixing Jason a cold stare.

Jason's eyes quickly found a gun resting on the side table beside him and he froze.

"Who are you?" Jason asked. his eyes darted around the room looking to find where the man had entered from but could not find anything out of place. It was as though the man appeared out of thin air.

“Sit,” he motioned to the couch beside him, and he hesitated under his icy stare.

Jason knew better than to argue. He took a sit.

"What do you want?" Jason asked.

"Do I look so different from the past?" The man asked and Jason frowned. Was he implying that they knew each other?

"You are Henry Steele's son, right?" The man asked and Jason frowned at the mention of his father.

"I have nothing to do with him!" Jason quickly declared.

"You are still his son. I heard you also became a lawyer. That is good. We both have an appointment in one hour," The stranger said.

"I said I don't have anything to do with him. Why would I go anywhere with you? What did you want?" Jason asked.

"A lawyer. A Lawyer named Steele. Your father may have disappeared, but his deals are still valid," the stranger said.

It was clear this man knew him, but no matter how much he searched his memory, Jason came up empty. Jason did not think he would even be acquainted with someone like him, so why was he here? Did he know him because of his father? At the thought of his father, Jason frowned.

"If my father had some business with you, it means you are his client. Being his son does not mean his clients automatically get transferred to me. That is not how the law works," Jason said with a frown. What ever this man wanted, he was determined to not do it.

"That is how it works where we are going," the stranger said.

"And where is that?"

"You will know when you get there. As long as your name is Steele, you are qualified to represent me."

"To do what?" Jason pressed.

"Get my hands on some inheritance," the man answered. Hearing this, Jason sighed in relief slightly. As long as it was legal representation and not something illegal he was being forced to do, it was bareable.

"I don't practice inheritance law. Corporate law is all I do," Jason said, trying his best to get out of the situation.

"That will come in handy after we get that inheritance, so it is fine," the stranger said nonchalantly. No matter what Jason said, he had already made up his mind.

"I..." Jason started to say, but a pair of cold eyes settled on him and he froze.

"You go into your room and dress up. You need to look right," the stranger said, getting on his feet.

It was clear he was done talking. Jason swallowed and got up too. He glanced at the door to his room and walked over only to notice the man was following him.

"I will just be a minute," Jason said.

"I have not time to deal with your funny business, Jason. You do not leave my sight," The stranger said and Jason opened the door and walked in.

"I need to take a bath," Jason said.

"Don't worry, princess. You smell amazing," the stranger said and Jason held back his anger. This man looked down on him. His tone and words all ticked Jason off.

Jason walked over to his wardrobe as the man took a seat on his bed and took out his clothes.

After a few seconds, he paused and looked back at him. With a gun on one hand the man's gaze locked unto Jason's form. Jason had changed beside other men several times without care. But having someone watch and a stranger at that, made him uncomfortable.

"You want to watch?" He asked.

"Is Little Jason shy?" The stranger asked, the tease in his tone only angered Jason more.

He gritted his teeth and started to strip.