Page 14 of Heartbreaker

Chapter 5

Jackson

I throw my phone on the bed and lie down, she thinks the kiss was amazing, it wasn’t just me that thought it. Tinkerbell is becoming an obsession, a sexy, beautiful obsession and I’m going to fuck it up if I keep this double texting up. There has to be a way for me to come out on the good side of this, I just have to find it. I’ve never really gone for women with tattoos or brightly coloured hair and I realise I’ve been playing it safe all this time.

Now I find myself in a predicament. Tinkerbell seems to like my alter ego through texting and yet in person she is convinced I’m gay, cheating on my boyfriend and our daughter. As if that wasn’t bad enough, she thinks Jake is my boyfriend. It’s laughable really. I need to find a way to make Ashely fall for the real Jackson not the text me.

Maybe if I can convince her to go out with me as friends, so I can prove to her that I’m not gay. I sit up, warming to the idea. Yes, I’ll call the shop tomorrow and ask her out as a friend, maybe even let her pick the date, something she wants to do. Of course, it would be easier to text her but ‘Jackson’ doesn’t have her number. Shit. How am I going to explain that I can’t give her my number? Getting off the bed, I walk around the room to think about what I can do. Buy a new phone in the morning? Then I remember the mobile I use for clients. I’ll give her that number.

Laying back down in bed, I switch off the light and my mind wonders to the kiss. It was the best kiss of my life and my dick hardens at the thought of all her soft, lush curves pressed against me. I want to run my tongue over the pattern of her tattoos. Turning over onto my side I try to ignore my almost painfully hard dick, so I can try to get some sleep.

Three long hours later I give in and take care of things quickly and efficiently, with the thought of Tinkerbell as my inspiration, because I know there was no way I was getting any sleep if I didn’t. I return to bed and within minutes I’m asleep.

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I wake the next morning feeling like shit, like I have a sex hangover, if I feel like this without even touching her, what the hell am I going to be like when I do? My morning wood is at full mast which is no surprise because after I took care of him last night, I spent the whole night dreaming about her and the most erotic things you could do with chocolate. My poor cock is fully on board and ready for action. Looks like he didn’t get the memo about wooing the girl first, stupid prick.

I shower and ignore the poor thing and then head to the office. Despite my lack of sleep, I have a pep in my step and an eagerness to call Ashley. I wait until noon, as I don’t want to look like the stalker I’m turning into.

I watch the clock on my computer waiting for the time to change, going over what I’m going to say to her. I know that I have to talk fast, and not give her a chance to put the phone down.

I dial the number and wait.

“Good morning, Sweet Heaven, can I help you?”

Someone answers and I know it isn’t her, her voice is in my head all the time, I could tell her voice from a crowd without any trouble. “Good morning, may I speak to Ashley please?” I say. There is a silence on the line and I’m sure I hear an indrawn breath.

“Hold on a sec and I’ll go find her.”

“Thanks,” I reply and wait. A minute goes by and I wonder if she is going to refuse to speak to me, but she doesn’t know it’s me yet, maybe she is baking something in the back room or something.

“Hello, Ashley, speaking.” The sound of her sweet voice sends a shiver of pleasure through me.

“Ashley! Hi, it’s Jackson. Look, I want to apologise for yesterday and see if we could maybe go for a drink or something. You can choose. I just want to explain everything, and the fact is, I like you and we got off on the wrong foot, literally,” I say and laugh. I hear a faint giggle and hope flourishes in my throat. “So, what do you say? Will you go out with me?” I wait, I can almost hear the wheels turning in her head as she hesitates.

“I want to,” she starts, and I can hear the but coming, “but how do I know you’re telling the truth about your boyfriend?” she asks. I thought she might mention that, and I have my answer already planned.

“He isn’t my boyfriend,” I say through gritted teeth. God Jake would piss himself at this. “How about if I find a way to prove it to you?” I ask.

“Okay,” she answers. “If you can prove that you are in fact single and not gay, then I’ll go out with you, but I get to choose.”

“Perfect, here is my number.” I rattle off the number. “Call me when you’re satisfied, and we will arrange it,” I say, hoping that the door is finally opening for me.

“Okay, hopefully talk soon. Bye, Jackson.”

I hear the smile in her voice. “Bye, Tin,” I stop myself hopefully in time. “Bye Ashley,” I say and hang up. Way to go dick head, out yourself before you even have a chance to get to know her.

I sit with my arms behind my head and smile in satisfaction, this feels right. Now I just need to think of a way to convince her that Jake is my brother. I walk to the coffee pot and receive a glare from Lindy. Fuck knows what crawled up her ass this morning.

Plopping back down in my seat, an idea comes to me. The plan unfurls in my head and I smile, pick up the phone, and dial.