Page 50 of Heartbreaker

“Yeah, I have a few orders to deliver, though I would also like to get a start on planning our trip too.” I smile I’m really looking forward to it, I’ve not been, and I already know that it will be so much fun.

“That’s great, if you need any help let me know,” Jackson says, walking over to answer his phone. I watch him talking to someone, and it sounds like the person he has to train, as all I’m hearing is, ‘You don’t do that, you have to do this.’ This is the first time I have really seen Jackson at work, but thinking about it, I don’t even know which building he works in.

Putting the phone back on the counter, he doesn’t seem happy about something. “I have to get to work early, something’s happened.” Leaning down to give me a kiss. “But let me know what you come up with for our weekend away,” Jackson says grabbing his jacket off the chair.

“I’ll send over things, We’ll chat later,” I tell him getting up to put everything in the dishwasher. I have so much to plan with Disney. I also need to get a dress for this charity event and that is scaring me a lot more than it should. I have never had to go to these types of things before and I’m not ashamed of my look, I mean I choose to have rainbow hair and tattoos, but I have to think about how that will look in front of people that Jackson works with.

Walking down to the shop, I give the customer a smile as Taylor rings them up. I go in the back to get started on some of the orders. Putting my apron on I hear Taylor walking through the door.

“I saw lover boy leaving, you had a fight?” she asks, taking the chocolate out of the fridge and starts breaking it for me.

“No, something happened at work and it doesn’t sound good,” I tell her, putting the strawberries into the bowl. “Going to start planning our Disney trip too,” I say taking a fork and mashing them up ready to mix with the melted chocolate. I could talk to Taylor about what I’m thinking for the charity event, but I can already see her not taking the conversation very seriously, so I think it’s best that I do this one on my own.

“And I can help plan that.” Taylor walks out as the door beeps letting us know that someone has walked into the store. I continue to break the chocolate bars. “Ash, get out here it’s for you,” Taylor shouts from the door.

Walking out to the front of the store, I look at the delivery man with a box, and I take the little device from him to sign for the item. “Thank you,” I say as he hands me the parcel.

“Open it then,” Taylor says, as I continue to look at the box. I already have a bad feeling about this.

Opening the box, and slowly lifting the card I start reading.

He doesn’t see you the way I see you. This to show how sexy you are, and I hope to be the one to see you in it.

I hand the card over to Taylor, pulling back the tissue paper I hold up a very sexy back lace piece. Throwing it back into the box, I start biting my inner cheek, wondering if this is something I should be telling Jackson about or not.

“Leave your cheek alone, and yes you should be telling him, so here,” Taylor says taking my phone out of my back pocket and handing it over to me.

“I don’t know, he’s already having a shit day, I don’t…”

“I don’t care.” Taking the phone off me, she takes a picture. “I’ve sent it to him, saying call me.” Just as she finishes her sentence my phone starts ringing.

“Hello,” I say walking into the back room.

“So, is that what I get to see you in tonight?” Jackson asks, and I can already tell that he is smiling.

“That’s the thing, I didn’t buy it,” I tell him, not really sure how to tell him that the creepy stalker has sent it to me, playing with the card in my hand.

“Please tell me you’re messing with me?” Jackson asks.

I tell him about the card, so that he knows what the stalker is thinking too, and the more I speak the angrier Jackson gets. In the end he gives me two choices, moving into his apartment or he moves into mine.

Yes, I’m freaked out. I mean I gave him a key to come and go when he wants, but moving in together is a big step, a much bigger step than I’m ready for. I moved around the question and tell him that a customer has walked into the store to talk about an order and quickly hang up, just so I can get my head around it and think about how I want this conversation to go between us.

*~*~*

It feels like I haven’t sat down all day. I think I spent about five minutes in total in the front of the store because I had that many orders to get done. Corey took the last few orders for me, which was so nice of him. Soon as I came upstairs without even thinking about it I went straight into the shower, I needed to relax a little.

Sitting on the couch, I pour myself some wine, Jackson sent me a message saying that he had to work late because he was not having a good day, I’m a little scared to ask him what’s happening, but I will.

Snuggling up in a blanket, I start looking through the Disneyland Paris website. I want to stay in the hotel which is based at the park, but I need to ask Jackson about that though as it will cost more. I don’t think Jackson will mind. Looking through the hotel rooms I’m loving them more. Without even realising it I’ve booked the room for us. I’m not sure if I should tell Jackson right this moment, it’s our first holiday together we should have booked this together. I’m going to let him book what we are doing in Paris. I’m so excited for this holiday together, I can’t believe I’m already going away with my boyfriend. I’ve only been away with a boyfriend once and that ended badly, I think we fought every day, and things that I used to think were cute, were not. They were very, very annoying. The moment we got out the airport, we both went our separate ways, so going on holiday with Jackson is a little scary.

Looking at the time when I hear the lock being opening, I see it’s eleven. Jackson did send me a message to say that he was going to be late, that something had happened at work, but I didn’t think he meant this late. Throwing his keys on the table, he looks tired, even a little tipsy. Sitting on the couch next to me he gives me a kiss on the lips his head drops onto my lap.

“Hello to you too,” I say, running my fingers through his hair.

“Never been so pissed off with someone so much in my life. I mean how hard is it to listen to the rules?” Jackson says, and I can hear the annoyance in his voice. This would be a good time to ask more about his job, but there is a small part of me that is saying not today, he’s not really in the best mood about work as it is.

“I booked us a hotel, and I’m looking at flights now,” I tell him, hoping to brighten his mood just a little.

“That’s great, Tinkerbell,” Jackson says in a whisper.

I lean over to see his face, and he is fast asleep. Leaning back on the sofa, I keep running my fingers through his hair. It’s so soft maybe I can use his shampoo, I smile to myself at the thought. Sliding out slowly, I put a blanket over him, kneel down next to the couch I give him a kiss on the cheek and for a moment I just stare at him, who would have thought that I would be dating this guy, not me.