Jase, Fields, J. [story reading TXT] 📗

sat on, one of the first times I saw him. I pulled my knees to my chest and buried my head, shielding my face from the cold wind. I’m not sure how long I was there, but long enough to seriously worry about frostbite.

I stood and walked to the sidewalk.

“Carly?” I heard a familiar voice and turned around.

Of course, “Xavier?”

“You remember me?” He smiled as he ran up to me.

“Yes,” I smiled back.

“Does Jase know you’re in town?”

“Yeah,” I looked at the water, “Sure is cold here this time of year. I almost forgot.”

“So we are going to talk about the weather to avoid talking about my brother?” Xavier chuckled.

“It was a summer fling. And yes,” I giggled back.

“And the fall was what?” Xavier elbowed me lightly.

“Epic,” I rolled my eyes and he laughed out loud, “No, I’m not talking about his visit…”

“Sure you’re not, you forget we Steel men know our shit Carly,” he joked, but it really wasn’t a joke. If the rest were like Jase, holy shit. Look out any female who may get stuck in their head for any length of time. She wouldn’t have a chance...

“Come have breakfast with me?”

“I already had breakfast, but thanks…”

“I am not trying to get into your little lavender panties, Carly.” Xavier smiled knowingly. My jaw must have hit the cold ground, “Brothers talk, and as sure as I am about my ability to please a woman… better than Jase ever could, there is a code. Your panties are safe, your virtue is safe…”

“He doesn’t own me!”

“So what are you saying Carly? You want me in your panties?” Xavier grinned. I laughed and so did he, “Come on, just coffee then?”

“I really should get home, I kind of have a mess to deal with. It was nice seeing you Xavier, have a Merry Christmas,” I smiled politely.

“I’m sure I will see you again soon, Merry Christmas” he hugged me and then kissed each of my cheeks before he winked and took off in the direction he came from.

~

Xavier walked into Forever Steel, laughing. “What’s so funny X?” Cyrus asked, looking up briefly from the appointment book.

“I just ran into Carly,” he smiled.

I looked over at him and waited and then became impatient, “What did she say?”

“She said the fall was Epic,” he chuckled, “Right before she declined my invitation to breakfast after I reassured her I wasn’t trying to get into her little lavender panties.”

“Better tell me you’re fucking joking, X.” I glared at him.

“If I did, I’d be lying. Then she told me you didn’t own her. I’m pretty sure she wants to see which one of us is better in the oral department.”

Cyrus chuckled and I tapped my foot loudly on the ground.

“You see her again you keep your mouth shut little brother,” I sneered.

“Jase, it’s clearly been awhile since you have seen it, there is nothing little about what I have. And I certainly would have sealed the…”

I jumped up and Cyrus grabbed me, “Let it go, Jase.”

Zandor laughed when he walked through the door, “I just finished with her, and deal has been sealed. Tasty little morsel, too.”

“You two shut your fucking mouths! It’s Christmas eve!” Cyrus had me against the wall with one hand and pointing at Zandor and Xavier with the other, “Act like a fucking family, not a bunch of little bitches that need to get laid.”

“I got laid this morning, all set,” Zandor smiled as he left the room.

“Alright, no appointments for the next two days. I am going to hang out until close to sell any gift certificates or art work anyone may stop in for. You three take off,” Cyrus looked at me, “You need to get a grip, man.”

“I can stay, you go,” Zandor smiled as he re-appeared from the back.

“No I got it,” Cyrus raised his eyebrow, “You’re just looking for a piece of ass. It’s Christmas eve… leave the lonely married broads alone.”

Xavier laughed, “Why?”

“Like I said, it’s Christmas eve, now go!”

7

Christmas was an impressive mess. Barbie made Dad cut up the tree that was on the front porch before her family showed up. He didn’t even have time to make the traditional Christmas breakfast of Aebleskivers and fresh fruit. When I was digging through the cupboard, she asked what I was doing, “Trying to find a pan. I’m going to make breakfast.”

“No, we are having brunch. My family will be here at ten,” Barbie shut the cupboard with her foot.

“That’s fine, but this is a tradition that I plan to keep. Now please move your foot,” I looked up at her.

“You’ll make a mess and I’ve already cleaned…”

“Rosalie cleaned yesterday, and I am capable of cleaning up my own mess,” I waited for her to move and she didn’t. “Listen, I am very well aware that you don’t like me, and I can tell you I’m trying my best here. It’s Christmas Barb…”

“Barbie!”

“Fine, its Christmas Barbie and I’m going to eat the same breakfast I have for as long as I can remember.”

“Not this year, and probably not next. It’s time for a change around here.”

“You are a horrible person, a bitch actually. I have no idea what my father sees in you,” I stormed up the stairs and slammed the bedroom door.

I grabbed my phone to call the airport to see what flights may be available to get myself the fuck out of here before I kicked Barbie’s ass on Christmas.

My father came in my room and lectured me and I listened without saying a word. When he left I heard him and her through the door. She was “expressing” her concerns about my behavior in front of her family.

~

Dinner was interesting to say the least. I excused myself saying I was tired-- an excuse to get the hell out of there. Cameron followed me up and told me to just ignore her like he did. I said I would.

When everyone was in bed, at eight o’clock I made my escape at 8:45