Wrongfully Accused Ch. 1 - 6 (Patreon)

Part 1: The First 48 Hours.

Written by Mandingo1234

EdittedEdited by kenjisato

Prologue

"Governor, have you begun investigations into the alleged scandal within the District Attorney’s office?"

"Has there been any leads on the corrupt officials that orchestrated this conspiracy?"

"Will there…"

"Everyone. Please settle down. All the questions will be answered in an orderly fashion. Yes, we are committing all of our resources to the investigation of former DA Zachary Stromsburg, and his associates. We will also be investigating the arresting officers and former Houston Chief of Police. At this time, DA Stromsburg, Officer Derek Jackson, and Officer Lilian Gomez, are in federal custody. As for former Chief of Police, Willemer Davis, he is in the wind, but the FBI and the US Marshals are on the case for the fugitive.

"Will there be any investigations into the Carlile family and their involvement within the coverup, and false accusation of one Jason Solace?"

"We will be looking into all avenues during this investigation."

"Will the victim be seeking restitution, for unlawful imprisonment, and the misuse of justice?"

"That will be all, at this time."

"Mr. Governor. Mr. Governor. Mr. Governor…"

***

"And that was Governor Bardot, standing on the capitol footsteps in Austin, Texas. We are still trying to get information on the investigation of DA Stromsburg, but the investigation is still ongoing. FBI officials have conducted search warrants into Stromsburg's residence, and all of his associates. Still no word on former Chief of Police Willemer Davis. Sources say he was in the wind when the arrest warrants were being issued. An investigation will be opened for all of DA Stromsburg's convictions, including having every case re-examined for any tampering. Many convictions could be overturned.

Now we take you to our field reporter, Tracey Takanawa, in Livingston, Texas. Tracey.

***

"Thank you, Doug, this is Tracey Takanawa for CNN news, down here at the main entrance of the Allan B. Polunsky Penitentiary, in Livingston, Texas, about an hour north of Houston. We are currently waiting for the release of Jason Solace, who as of this time, is in the process of being released. Jason Solace was tried and convicted by DA Stromsburg, for the rape and murder of Victoria Reyes, and was sentenced to life in prison, back in 2013. And, as you can see, there are just waves of reporters, waiting for his release. Back to you, Doug."

***

"Thank you, Tracey, and for those of you who don't know, Jason Solace was accused of the rape and murder of Victoria Reyes, CTO of Carlile Industries, during a Christmas party back in December of 2013. Jason Solace was working at Carlile Industries, as a middle-level IT consultant who worked under Ms. Reyes. She was found in her office dead on her desk, by an employee, during the party, while James was passed out in the men's bathroom due to intoxication, on the same floor. Police on the scene believed that Solace, in a drunken rage, accosted Ms. Reyes in her office and proceeded to rape and then strangle her to death. Emails provided by Carlile Industries showed that Solace had an unhealthy obsession with Ms. Reyes, and with evidence by the rape kit, showed that Jason Solace was the culprit."

"He was arrested and due to heavy pressure from the victim's family, and the state, his arraignment, and trial, were immediately fast-tracked. DA Stromsburg was the prosecutor, and with the mountain of evidence provided by Chief of Police, Willemer Davis, the jury found him guilty of all charges. Stromsburg went for the death penalty, but the presiding judge, Judge Hastings, during an election cycle, opted for life without parole in a supermax penitentiary. Stating that it was a fitting punishment for a man like him. That was back in early February 2014."

"For eighteen years, Jason Solace was behind bars, with the worst of the worst. That was until evidence exonerating Mr. Solace was anonymously sent to the Innocence Project. The evidence showed that the former CEO of Carlile Industries, Alister Carlile, who passed away earlier this year, falsified the emails and bribed DA Stromsburg and Chief Davis. He also orchestrated the fast-tracking of the trial. With evidence in hand, the Innocence Project put pressure on the State Supreme Court and the Governor, to overturn the conviction, and exonerate Jason Solace. To which he is…"

A loud buzzing could be heard in the distance, which caused Lila to shut off her phone and was now facing the side-door exit. Lila Williams was standing outside the side entrance of the Allan B. Polunsky Penitentiary, which was only accessible to staff and the warden. Figuring that they didn't want a media circus at the front of the prison, the warden opted for the side entrance for a more discreet exit. She had been waiting outside on a cold October morning for almost an hour.

Then once the buzzer sounded, she stood up from the car where she was leaning and straightened herself out. She was wearing a soft-white blouse that clung to her body, in just the right way. Not too tight, but just enough to show that she kept herself in good shape, especially when she was carrying a modest set of D-size tits. Following her blouse, she slid her hands down to her narrow pencil skirt, something only a secretary would wear, since that was her job. Once she was done, she found her blazer that was on top of the hood of the 2030 Tesla model s, executive edition.

It was a car that her employer liked to use when she was transporting clients. With her, was her boss's private chauffeur, Renaldo, who was presently, starting up the car, and waiting for its esteemed guest. As she slid on her blazer, she took one last look in the side-view mirror and made sure she looked ready. She made sure that there were no stray hairs that might have escaped her tightly-knitted bun. Normally, she would let her scarlet hair down because it was her best feature, and it made her look sexy. But today, she didn't want to be sexy, not for the man that she was about to meet.

The metal door swung open, and two guards walked out with someone right behind them. Once they were outside, both guards stepped to the side and gestured for the third person to walk right on by. It was Jason Solace, but he looked a lot different than his courtroom picture from his trial. Instead of a clean-cut-looking man, his hair was long and unkempt; instead of being clean-shaven, he had a beard that went everywhere. The only reason she knew it was him was that he was wearing the same drab-brown suit he had worn during court. Only this time, it didn't fit him quite right. The length was right, but it hung from his body, awkwardly.

As he made his way to the car, the only thing he only carried was a single manila envelope. Everything Jason ever had or owned, was now inside a ten-by-thirteen-inch piece of folded paper. Lila stood there as Jason approached the car. With every passing step, the nervousness in her belly only grew deeper. By the time he was right in front of her, her stomach was doing backflips. They stood there in awkward silence, all the while Lila was looking into James' hardened eyes. While his appearance looked fitting for a man who lived under an overpass; his eyes told her that this was a man that was not to be messed with.

Clearing her throat, trying to hide the uneasiness within her voice, Lila spoke up, "Mr. Solace, my name is Lila Williams, and I have been instructed to escort you to my employer."

Again, total silence filled the air, as he did not reply. The only thing that could be heard was the blowing wind and the occasional stifle of sound from the reporters that camped out in front of the prison. All the while, he was staring her down with his cold, hardened eyes. Even with her sensible three-inch stiletto heels, she still had to look up at him. James stood at an imposing six foot two, while she was an average five foot six, five-nine with the heels. It made his gaze look even more menacing.

"Ah, would you please walk this way and please enter the car, we have a long drive ahead of us," Lila said, realizing that James wasn't going to say anything. Hearing this, Renaldo pressed a button from the driver's side and the gullwing door started to open. Lila gestured for Jason to enter, and while he did give her a slow back-and-forth with his gaze. He complied and entered the car. Once the door closed, Lila made a quick dash for the front passenger door. Normally, she would ride in the back with clients, but she wanted as much space as she could from Jason.

Chapter 1

The next hour of driving was nerve-wracking for Lila. They sat in total silence, not one word was spoken by anyone inside the car. Lila contemplated whether or not to turn on the radio, but was afraid that Jason would not like the noise. Even Renaldo was starting to sweat from the tense car ride, even though the A/C was on full blast. As for Jason, all he did was stare outside the window, gazing outside at the passing landscape. Every once in a while, Lila would glance back to see how Jason was doing, but every time he made eye contact with her, she immediately looked away.

After an hour had passed, Renaldo pulled up to their destination. Lila's employer's family estate. They were about thirty minutes outside of Houston, which is a newly-developed land, for the ultra-rich. Since billionaire, now trillionaire, Elon Musk moved his business to Texas, other wealthy investors followed suit, especially after Elon bought NASA for a steal. That caused a healthy boom in the Texas economy and new reforms to their tax laws. Even though the land was being developed, her employer's family had built and lived in this house since the 1980s.

Renaldo opened the car door, and Lila got out at the same time, waiting for Jason to get out.

"Will you please follow me," Lila said to Jason, to which he just followed along, still not saying a word.

Lila was still unnerved by Jason's presence. It felt like she was standing right next to a wild dog, who could snap at any time. They made it to the grand, double-door entrance and standing right inside was a professionally-dressed woman. She walked right up to them, stuck out her hand to the brooding man, and said, “Hello, Mr. Solace. My name is Veronica Lambert, I am an attorney who represents the owner of this estate. Pleased to meet you."

Veronica wore the same attire as Lila, except her clothing was a bit sexier. Veronica's blouse was cut in a way, to where it showed more of her womanly figure and a bit more cleavage. Her skirt was a little tighter around her waist, which in turn, showed more of her round, plump ass. It all ended with her legs encased in sheer, black pantyhose that contrasted well with her creamy-white skin. Then to cap it all off, her dainty feet were encased in a very expensive pair of Louboutin four-inch, red-sole pumps. When it comes to being a young female lawyer, you used every asset at your disposal, including one's sex appeal.

Veronica just stood there with her hand out, waiting for Jason to reciprocate the gesture. Unfortunately, Jason just stood there, looking at Veronica's outstretched hand like it was something he had never seen before.

"Okay… why don't we move this along, I am sure you are probably wondering why you are here,” Veronica said, as she drew back her hand. "Will you please follow me."

They ascended the grand staircase to the second level of the mansion. Then from there, Veronica guided them to a double-door entrance.

"Please keep in mind that she is not in the best of health," Veronica stated, just before she opened the double doors.

Once inside, Jason saw a grand room with a vaulted ceiling, large windows to see one's own estate, and a décor that was fit for royalty. But that was not what Jason was seeing. What he saw was a large four-post king-size bed in the middle of the room. Alongside it was a series of machines and monitors that made beeping sounds that filled the room. Wires were strewn out all over the place, but they were mainly concentrated on one central area; right in the center of the bed. They were connected to a frail old lady who at the moment was propped up on pillows, waiting for her guest of honor to arrive.

"Hello Mr. Solace, it is a… cough, cough… pleasure to meet you. Forgive me for my present state, as you can see, I've seen better days. Cough, cough, cough, I can assume you are wondering why you are doing here, especially after your recent release from prison. So, let me introduce myself, I am…" but she never had time to finish her sentence, before she was interrupted by the only male figure in the room.

"You are Elanor Carlile, married to the late Alister Carlile, and mother to Patrick and Ellice Carlile," Jason spoke, for the first time since being released, in a gruff voice.

That sudden outburst caught Lila and Veronica off guard, since they hadn't heard him speak since they first met him, but Mrs. Carlile didn't even bat an eye.

"Good, you are well informed, Mr. Solace. Well, since we are well past the introduction phase, let me get to the reason why you are here. Eighteen years ago, you were accused of murder for poor dear… cough, cough… cough, cough… " Mrs. Carlile spat out, with every cough sounding like it could be her last.

"I'm sorry for that, Mr. Solace, as you can see, I am not long for this world. I don't know which is worse, the tumor in my pancreas, or the poison these so-called doctors pump into my body. "

"Can we move this along, I didn't come here to see an old lady die," Jason shot out, which caused a gasp to be heard from the back of the room.

"Mr. Solace, I would ask you to be respectful to the madam right in front of you," Lila spat out, having no idea where she got the nerve to speak up to him.

"It's okay, Lila, Mr. Solace is right. He didn't come here to see an old woman die a slow and painful death. The reason why you are here, is so that I can explain why my family, but more importantly, my late husband," that last part she spat in disdain, "framed you for the rape and murder of that poor girl, Victoria. You see he did it to…"

"To protect your son, Patrick. Because Patrick was the one who raped and killed Ms. Reyes," Jason cut her off, once again.

The room was deathly quiet. The only thing that could be heard from the rapidly increasing beeping, was from the heart monitor that was connected to Mrs. Carlile.

'That isn't probably good for her health,' Jason said to himself, with a bit of a smile.

"How… how did you know?" Mrs. Carlile asked, showing for the first time, that she was shaken up.

"You didn't think that I would spend almost two decades of my life rotting in prison, and not figuring out who framed me and why," Jason said, almost with a little smugness in his voice, but his appearance was still stone cold.

Clearing her throat, and trying to get her heart rate under control, she finally spoke up, "Lila, Veronica, would you please leave the room. Mr. Solace and I have some things to discuss."

Lila tried to say something, but one look from Mrs. Carlile, and she knew that she should do what she was told. Once they both left the room, Mrs. Carlile spoke to Jason once again, "How did you figure it out?" she asked.

"It made the only sense. Who would have the power, and the influence to rig a trial. Have the ability to bribe high-level city officials to falsify police evidence, and had been working at my old job and knew Ms. Reyes. All answers point to your husband, Mrs. Carlile. Your husband helped fund DA Stromsburg’s, and Chief Davis’s, re-election campaigns. They also went to the same country club that your husband owned. Your husband had the money and the connections to make evidence disappear, or rewrite them to go any way he sees fit."

"As to why he did it, well I had to think, who, in Ms. Reyes's sphere of influence, would rape her. It couldn't be your husband, he would have done it in his office, where he had control over everything. So it had to be someone he knew. Who would he protect, to warrant framing an innocent man? The answer is your son. Patrick was working at Carlile Industries at the time. He only had a fancy title, but he was there. I believe your husband made him go to work. Patrick was at the party, doing what every rich, spoiled boy does—party hard, and do drugs. I also remember him harassing Ms. Reyes once or twice, while I was working with her, but like a fool, I thought nothing of it.”

"So I wager, your son, in a drunken, drugged-up state, confronted Mrs. Reyes, while she was working in her office. She was always like that, a true workaholic. I told her that she should take breaks every now and then, but she never listens, always saying that she had the energy of twenty men." Then Jason took a long pause, figuring what he should say next. "I often wonder if she did take my advice, then she would have been at the party that night, and she might have been alive to this day. But what's done is done, you cannot change the past. As for Patrick, after he killed her, he probably freaked out and called dear old daddy to come and clean up his mess. He called his buddy, the Chief of Police, and had him send a few of his crooked cops to the scene, and as for me, I was at the wrong place at the wrong time. I left the party to get some air and decided to go to my desk, which happens to be on the same floor as Mrs. Reyes's office. Then someone whacked me on the head, and the next thing I knew, I was in handcuffs and accused of rape and murder by the police, and well, you know the rest. Does that sound about right, Mrs. Carlile?" Jason asked, showing that he didn't care what she thought.

"I must say, Mr. Solace, I am impressed, and I am not an easily-impressed woman. But tell me, if you figured all of this out, then why haven't you said anything?"

"I did, but no one believed me. No one could believe Alister Carlile, captain of industry, would do something like that, or the fact he had high-ranking officials in his pocket. I had no evidence to prove their guilt or my innocence. I will say this about your late husband, he was completely thorough. He left no loose ends for me to dig, and I'm sure he had the reach to reject all the appeals I submitted over the years. Now there is one question that I want to ask you. Why did you do it?" Jason asked.

"Do what?"

"Why did you send the evidence to the Innocence Project?" Jason clarified.

"I must say, Mr. Solace, you are surpassing every single expectation I had of you. How did you figure it out?" Mrs. Carlile asked, while trying to hold back a cough.

"When the Innocence Project came to my aid, they showed me the evidence that would exonerate me. I went through every piece of paper, and I knew that they came from Alister's private files. As I said, your husband was a shrewd man, he would need something to keep those greedy bastards in line. So he must have kept a copy of every wrongdoing that they ever did. Mutually assured destruction, if you will. Now the question is, how did the Innocence Project get it; your husband is dead, and your son can't be that stupid. That just leaves you and your daughter, who is right now the new head of Carlile Industries. Frankly, it was a fifty-fifty split, but as soon as I saw you, I knew that it had to be you. So, back to what I was saying, why did you do it, why did you free me? Your husband covered his tracks, and I exhausted all of my appeals. Your family was in the clear. Why did you do it?" Jason asked, his temper was starting to boil.

"In truth, guilt, and among other things… cough, cough… Just so you know, I had nothing to do with your incarceration, or the cover-up, that was all Alister and Patrick. Still, though, I became an accessory after the fact. After your trial was over, my husband and son were having a huge argument. They didn't know I was home, but I walked in on them and heard everything. You were right that my husband framed you to keep Patrick out of trouble, but he only did it to protect his family name. If Patrick went to prison for rape and murder, then the Carlile name would be ruined. Not only... cough, cough… that, but to also secure a partnership with Victoria's family. Ms. Reyes came from a powerful family in Latin America, and with her connection, Alister could have taken Carlile Industries to the international level. That was why he needed to frame you, with your incarceration, Alister could show that he was the one who brought their daughter's killer to justice. All so that he could keep the Reyes family on his side, and help expand his empire. It was so appalling, but what could I do? I could have stopped him, I could have gone to the police, I could have told the Reyeses, but I did what I always do. I protected my family. So I kept quiet. Ever since then, I kept my mouth shut, and Alister would keep a watchful eye on Patrick. We swept you and Victoria from our memories… cough, cough."

"It was a success, the Reyeses came on board, and with their help, Carlile Industries went international. As for Patrick, he kept out of trouble over the years, but the partying, the drinking, and the drugs were starting to be too much. Only Alister could keep Patrick in line, or in some cases clean up his messes. As for me, that guilt about you, slowly ate its way through me… cough, cough… Then last year, I was diagnosed with stage four pancreatic cancer, of an aggressive nature. Then a month ago, Alister passed away from an aneurysm, while he was balls-deep inside his secretary... cough, couch… I guess God decided to punish us for our wrongdoing," Mrs. Carlile said, trying to keep it together.

"So what, are you asking for forgiveness?" Jason spat out, in the distance.

“No, Mr. Solace, I know if I asked, you would never give it. My family destroyed your life, and I'm sure you would rather see us burn than forgiving us."

"You're damn right, I would. Your family ruined my life. My family disowned me, all my friends abandoned me, and my fiancée left me to rot in prison. I was alone, and the world thought I was some kind of evil monster. Frankly, the mere fact that you people are suffering, only brings a small amount of joy to my hellish existence."

"As you should, Mr. Solace… cough, cough… I bet you would want to kill me right here, right now. You can do it, we are all alone, no one can stop you." Mrs. Carlile spoke in a soft wheezing voice.

"Why would I kill, when God already did that for me. As you said, you are not long for this world. Patrick, on the other hand, that's a whole different matter." Jason spoke up, cracking a smile for the first time since being released.

"I don't wish to see my son dead, Mr. Solace, but I am afraid he is beyond saving. Right now, the FBI is making a case against him, but he went on the lam."

"And I wonder who would warn him about my impending release," Jason said sarcastically, already knowing who warned him.

“Yes, Mr. Solace, I did warn my son of what I did. He tried to talk me out of it, but it was already too late. So he fled the country. He may be a monster, but he is still my son. But none of that now, let's get to the real reason why you were here."

Mrs. Carlile reached out for a small square device on the bed.

*** Outside Mrs. Carlile's Room ***

"Lu Lu, stop pacing, you are making a hole in the hardwood floor."

"I can't V, I am worried about her, but more importantly, I am worried what he might do to her," Lila said, still pacing at the front of the door.

"Come on, Lu Lu, he can't be that bad."

"V, he's bad news. Come on, you saw him, he looks like a wild beast or a barbarian, and those eyes. They were as cold as ice. Plus, he gives off this dangerous aura. You should have been there for our drive over here. He never once spoke a word throughout the entire trip. In fact, he never said anything right until that part about Patrick and Mr. Carlile. Did you know about that?" Lila stopped finally, and looked at her friend.

"About any of that, no. I knew Patrick was a bit of a creep, but I never thought he would do such a thing. All I knew was that Jason was innocent, and that Mr. Carlile was the one who framed him, I learned a couple of weeks ago," Veronica clarified.

“Yeah, me too. She told me last week when she handed me the documents to send to the Innocence Project. Still, I never liked Patrick, he gave me the creeps. So much so that I made sure that I wasn't alone with him," Lila said, as she resumed her pacing.

"Good thing, too; otherwise who knows what could happen," Veronica stated, right just when she received a message on her watch display. "Looks like she wants us to come back in."

Lila started to make her way back towards the door, while Veronica retrieved the leather-bound document folder that she carried for work. Lila, with a great sigh of relief, saw that Mrs. Carlile was unharmed, and Jason hadn't moved from his spot. The only difference about him, was the fact that his fist was closed tight. Giving him a wide berth, Lila made her way to Mrs. Carlile's side, and Veronica took a spot at the side of the room.

“Good, since everybody is here now, let us continue. Veronica," Mrs. Carlile spoke to the curvy brunette.

Veronica made her way to the middle of the room, and towards the desk that was in front of the master bed. She made sure to smile at Jason, before she reached the desk and pulled out some papers, and placed them on the desk. Then she grabbed the last one from her folder-carrier, turned, and looked at Jason. Clearing her throat, Veronica read from the legal paper.

"I, Elanor Beatrix Carlile, of sound mind and body, hereby bequeath half of my assets to one Jason Archibald Solace. This will include half of the Carlie family estate, to which several properties are located in Texas, Colorado, and Wyoming. Information about these properties would be detailed in this document. You would also be receiving twenty-five percent of the holdings in Carlisle Industries, including several holdings in start-up companies that I have invested in. You would also have access to several bank accounts from the U.S, Zurich, Luxembourg, and Grand Cayman that total an amount of six hundred fifty million dollars. All relevant information about accessing these accounts would be handled by Mrs. Veronica Lambert, from Harold, Swanson, and Associates. I will also leave my assistant, Ms. Lila Williams under your employ, to help you with your transition to society. She will remain in your employ for seven months for which she would receive a healthy severance package. If you chose to employ her after seven months, then that is up to you. You cannot find a better secretary. The other half of the estate would go to my only daughter, Ellice Gemini Carlile, which will include Carlile Manor."

Veronica placed the letter down on the table and then looked back at Jason.

"Mr. Solace, would you please sign this document, and all the assets shown on this document will be transferred to you," she said, while holding up the pen.

"You think bribing me would erase all the wrongdoing your family has done," Jason said, while looking at Mrs. Carlile.

"No, Mr. Solace, nothing I say or do would ever erase the pain and torture my family has caused you. Think of this as restitution for… cough, cough, cough. COUGH" that the last one sounded like her soul was leaving her body. "I'm sorry for that, doctors say that I only have a month, or two at most, to live. Anyway, think of this as restitution for what my husband did to you."

"And what if I don't take it?"

"Then you would be a fool, and believe me, you are no fool. Take the money, live your life, half a billion dollars can do a lot in the world. All you have to do is take it." Mrs. Carlile finally finished before a nurse went by her side and looked at her vitals.

Jason just stood there and thought things over, it could have been just as easy to say, 'FUCK YOU!' and leave, but as she said, he was no fool, not anymore. Even though he was now exonerated, that didn't mean that he could sustain himself, he had no money, no job prospects, and nobody to lean on. Even though he was free, he was still alone, in what he believed was a hellish world. So making up his mind, he walked over to the desk that Veronica was at, and signed every paper that had a 'sign here' sticker on it.

"Thank you, Mr. Solace, and on the behalf of Harold, Swanson, and Associates, we look forward to handling your estate, if you choose to keep us."

And keep him, Veronica will do. She could afford to lose Jason, he was a big whale with a healthy estate. She would even go as far as sleeping with him, just so that she could keep him as a client.

Once everything was notarized, she placed the documents back in her leather folder, so that she could submit them later that day. Then she pulled out a card and handed it to him.

"This is your American Express Black card. It is linked to your account and has a withdrawal limit of one hundred thousand dollars. It is activated and ready for use."

"Well since that is all set and done, Veronica, Lila why don't you take Jason shopping, I am sure he requires a new wardrobe. Take the Tesla, as it shows, it's his now," Mrs. Carlile said, as her nurse changed her IV bag, indicating that it was time for her next treatment.

Without much fuss, Veronica and Lila said goodbye to Mrs. Carlile, but before they left, they gave her a hug. All the while, Jason stood outside the room waiting for them to come since he had nowhere to go. They made it down to the curved driveway where Jason's Tesla sat at the ready. With no license and the fact that it had been a while since he last drove, he opted for one of the girls to drive. Lila could have gotten Renaldo, but Veronica volunteered to drive since she always wanted to drive that car. Besides the car being the latest in the Tesla lineup, it was also ultra-luxurious and extremely fast. With everybody in the car, Veronica in the driver's seat, Lila in the passenger, and Jason in the back, they drove off into the distance.

Once all three of them left the property line, a woman entered Mrs. Carlile's room.

"They're gone, mother," Ellice Carlile said, as she sat at her mother's bedside. In some circles, they say that she is a spitting image of her mother when she was at the age of thirty-five. Long, flowing blonde hair with an elvish face with high cheekbones; a tall, slender body with a modest pair of B-cup breasts; all encased in her professional charcoal-gray pantsuit, designed by Hugo Boss, himself.

"Oh, that's good, dearie," Mrs. Carlie spoke with a bit of a slur, as her new meds kicked in.

"Did he sign it?"

“Yes, dearie, he did."

“Why, mother, why did you give half of your money to that man?" Elise asked, as she grabbed her mother's hand.

“Because, Elli, it was the right thing to do. He has suffered so much at the hands of your father. Also, I did it for you."

"For me?" Elise asked, in complete confusion.

“Yes, I did it so that man wouldn't go after you."

"Why would he go after me? I did nothing to him."

“Yes, dearie, you didn't do anything, and I made sure he knows that, but you are a Carlile. A name that is that man's enemy, a name that caused him great pain."

"You know Patrick won't like this. He might try something against him," Ellice said, as she saw her mother slowly slip away.

"I know, but that is out of our hands, and besides, if he does, then he is in for a rude awakening."

"How so?" Elise asked, her interest piqued.

"Let's just say, Mr. Solace is far more deadly than you or your brother might think."

"Why would you think that?"

"Because of the amount of time I spent with that man, I know he possesses a sharp intellect. In the time he spent here, he figured out who I was, why he was here, and who framed him. Not only that, but he possesses a sense of ruthlessness that would leave his enemies to ruin. Even more so than your father, and he was a shrewd man. If circumstances were different, then I might have considered him a candidate to be your husband, dearie," Mrs. Carlie said, with a little chuckle.

"Mother that is not funny, you saw him, he is too brutish, and like you said, we are his enemy," Ellice said, always hating the mention of marriage. Her father always tried to set her up with an arranged marriage for political and business reasons. He even set her up to marry Hector Reyes, Veronica's older brother, just so he could solidify their business partnership, but her mother put her foot down on that proposal. Now, she knows why.

"I know, dearie, if you marry someone, it should be out of love, not money. Your father never understood that," she said, as she looked up at her daughter. "Find someone to spend your life with, someone who is better than your father, someone who will love you for you. I know this will be hard, leaving you all alone in this big empty house. But you are strong, and you are smart. I know you can make it. I know you can find happiness. Just promise me that you will be better than me. Be better…" Mrs. Carlile spoke, just before she fell under the effect of the drugs.

"I will, mother, I promise you, I will," Ellice said, as a small tear rolled down her face.

Chapter 2

So what does a guy go, when he comes into half a billion dollars and needs to buy a new wardrobe…he goes to Old Navy. It didn't take him long, he just grabbed all the necessities—t-shirts, jeans, shirts, underwear, socks, a pair of shoes that didn't break, a few sweaters, and a weather jacket since it was this time of the year, things started to get cold. Walking out with a new set of clothes, Jason threw out his old courtroom suit, wanting to put his past behind him, and went back to the car where Lila and Veronica were waiting for him. He didn't care much for them, even though they were far better looking than the men he had had to share a shower with. Still, he wasn't looking for companionship, he didn’t believe he ever would. Not after what his ex-fiancée did to him. Still, he needed them, he had been gone for several years, and he needed their help to help him adjust to society. Plus they could go find what he needed. Which was something to eat, since it was lunchtime.

Veronica suggested a fancy four-star restaurant that had a great lunch menu, but Jason was feeling something closer to home, or what he considered home back then. Since it was his car and his money, they went to where he wanted to go. A Texas staple, Whataburger, a restaurant that you could find in every small town in Texas. Without much fuss, Veronica drove them to the nearest one, from there they got down and ordered. Lila didn't mind Whataburger, but she was definitely not dressed for it, nor was Veronica. When two attractive women dressed in business suits arrive at a fast-food restaurant, people tend to notice, especially the men.

'God, why am I here,' Lila spoke to herself, as she felt every man's eye on her and Veronica. She made it next in line and she could tell that the cashier guy was in a gang. He wore long sleeves, but she could still see the tattoos peeking out of the neck and around his wrist. Nowadays, if a guy is covered in tattoos, either you are in a gang, or you are just an influencer, and the cashier didn't look like he is getting any subscribers anytime soon. Plus, it looked like he really hated his job, especially when he gave his, "Welcome to Whataburger, may I take your order?" with as much enthusiasm as a guy being forced to go to a feminist rally, and the mere fact he wasn't even wearing a name tag. Lila and Veronica placed their order with that same lethargic attitude, but when it was Jason's turn, then that's when things turned interesting for the women. The cashier looked at Jason, studying him like he was a sculpture at a museum, then his eyes went wide. Then out of nowhere, the cashier stood up straight, eyes at attention, and in a firm clear voice, he said, "Hello sir, may I take your order," in a way that a soldier addresses a superior officer.

Lila looked at Veronica to see if she saw what she saw. To which Veronica did, but they didn't have time to discuss it, since Jason was by then, standing in front of them. Jason led them to a table and they all sat down. Nobody said a thing, the citation was so awkward and tense that you could have cut it with a butter knife. Luckily, they didn't have to wait too long. Their food came in an orderly fashion and one by one, they dug in. But just before Jason took the first bite, he brought out a black ribbon from his pocket. Then in one smooth motion, he brought his long, unruly hair back into a ponytail and tied it together with the ribbon. That got him a stare from Lila, as she could get a better look at his face; she saw that it wasn't a bad face to look at. She also noticed that he had a scar running down over his left eye.

"What?" he asked, in a gruff voice.

"Why didn't you do that earlier, you could've looked more presentable."

"Because I didn't have anything to tie it together. The guards thought that the ribbon could be used as a garrote, and choke people out. So they confiscated them." James told them in the same manner, as if someone asked how the weather was today. Then after that, he went back to his meal.

They enjoyed their meal in their awkward silence; that was, until three loudmouth guys busted through the door and made a scene. Two were dressed in loose, baggy clothes and wore matching-colored bandanas. All signs that those two were gang members. While the third one, the ring leader, wore a shiny, purple, button-up silk shirt; with a pattern of a dragon on it. He was also wearing black leather pants, and snakeskin boots, showing everyone who could see, that he had money, and he was rolling in it.

All three of them made their way to the front, skipping the line entirely, but no one wanted to stop them, being too scared to do so. Lila noted that they seemed to know the cashier that took their order, like they were old friends or acquaintances. The cashier seemed to be a bit apprehensive toward the three newcomers, but he did his job and took their order. That was when the purple man saw Jason and his party, and made his way through to them.

"Hola chicas, what are two fine young ladies, such as yourselves, doing here today?” the purple man said, trying to act suave.

"Do you mind, we are eating here,” Jason said, not even bothering to look at the intrusive man.

"Oye cabron, can't you see I am talking here,” the purple guy spat back, this time his two pals flanking him on both sides. "Come on, chicas, come with me. I can show you a good time, unlike this…" taking a look at Jason and his attire, "this burro over here.”

Lila and Veronica were starting to feel uncomfortable in this position because they were in a booth; they couldn't get up and leave. The only way out was through the rude guy and his posse.

"Read the room, they don't want to go with you," Jason spoke again, still not bothered to look at the man's face.

"Cabron, as I said I am talking here. Hector, why don't you take this guy outside,” the purple shirt ordered his biggest man.

"Sure thing," Hector said, in a thick Spanish accent. He placed his hand on top of Jason's shoulder. “Okay, cabron, time to lea—!”

His last word was cut off short, and left in a high pitch squeal. In one swift movement, Jason grabbed onto Hector's big fat hand, and moved it over to the other side of his body, twisting it at an awful angle, causing the big guy to drop to one knee.

"As I said, we are eating here," Jason said; this time, he finally looked at the purple man, but still had that same calm tone.

"You puta madre," the then-furious purple man spat out, as he reached for something from his back pocket, until someone stopped him.

"Stop, Carlos," the cashier said, as he tried to stop the purple man, Carlos. "Not here, Cabron, look around you, what will El Jefe say?" the cashier said, trying to show Carlos that people had their phones out, ready to record everything that was about to happen.

"Mierda, fine we’ll go. Hector, Chucho, let’s go,” Carlos ordered, to which Jason let go of Hector's big meaty hand, and all three left the building. Once they left, everybody put their phones away and carried on with their meals.

"I am sorry for that, please forgive me for my friend's actions,” the cashier said to them.

Lila and Veronica were thankful for the apology and knew that without his intervention, the situation could have gotten ugly. But then they realized that the cashier was not talking to them. While he was addressing the table, he was mainly facing towards Jason; bowing towards him in a prostrated manner.

"You should find some better friends," Jason said, in that same cold, calculating tone. Then he went back to eating.

"Yes sir," the cashier said to him, and then he stood up and left.

'Who is this man?' both Lila and Veronica said at the same time in their own mind. They sat there still watching Jason finish his burger. Then when he was done, he got up and told them that he was going to the bathroom to clean up. As soon as he left, both Veronica and Lila chatted up a storm.

"Did you see that?" Veronica said.

"Yes, I did. He didn't even bat an eye at them. Even when the big guy grabbed onto his shoulder."

"I know and did you see how he brought that big guy to his knees. It was like he was nothing to him."

"I know, V, it was kinda scary."

"I know, Lu Lu. I thought we were in big trouble for a second there. Thank god we were with Jason, and for the cashier for stopping it."

"I know," Lila said, finally letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

While Lila and Veronica were talking about what happened, Jason was cleaning himself off in the restroom. That was until he saw Carlos and his posse enter the room, and lock the door.

"Oye puto, you messed up real good today. You should have done what you were told and left us with the women. Now, we are going to teach you a lesson, and once we are done, we are going to take those two fine ladies around back and show them a good time," Carlos said, as Hector and Chucho moved forward.

To which Jason only popped his neck, and with those cold-dead eyes of his, he said, "Let's get this over with."

Back in the dining room, the cashier stopped by Lila and Veronica and handed them three bags.

"Here, compliments of the manager. We are sorry you had to go through something like this. We swear nothing like that happens here."

Lila accepted the bags and saw what was inside. It was the exact same orders that they had, with several containers of dessert pie.

"Thank you, but this is too much. It wasn't your fault," Lila said, trying to give some of it back.

"No, no, please accept as a gift, and please tell your male companion, that I am sorry for all that just happened, once again."

"Sorry for what?" This time, it was Jason, as he stood behind the cashier with not a scratch on him.

The cashier was so startled, that he almost jumped out of his shoes; then he was now facing Jason. They were about the same height, as they stared at each other, but it looked like Jason was a giant and the cashier was a puny ant.

"Sorry for ruining your lunchtime, sir. Please accept this with our compliments."

"Okay, I accept." Then, he looked at the girls. "Come on, let's go."

Then, Jason was about to reach for the tray with all the trash.

"No, no let me do that, sir." The cashier rushed over and picked up all the trash.

Lila and Veronica were still stunned by the whole thing, but they didn't have time to analyze it. Just before they got out of the door, Jason turned around and spoke to the cashier, "Oh, by the way, someone left a mess in the bathroom. Someone should go and clean it up." Then he left.

Back in the Tesla, Veronica spoke up, "Do you mind telling us what happened back there?" she asked, while looking at the rearview mirror.

"Just some assholes," Jason answered back, not even bothered to look at Veronica.

Reading the room, Veronica let the matter drop, but she could tell that Lila wanted to know something, figuring that she was going to spend the next few months with a man who treated gangbangers like they were nothing.

"I need a suit," Jason spoke up from the back of the car.

Blinking an eye, Veronica turned around and looked at him. "I know a guy that does great suits. All the partners in my firm use him, as well as several of their clients."

"Fine, take me to him," Jason said, then he went back to looking out the window, while he lazily reached into a bag and pulled out a fry.

Veronica drove them to the deepest part of the garment district, until she stopped right in front of a decrepit old building that looked like it should be condemned. Lila was about to comment about maybe being in the wrong place, but Veronica reassured her friend.

"When you are insanely rich, sometimes anonymity can go a long way. Trust me, Dominick does all the best suits, this side of the Mississippi."

Jason didn't seem to question Veronica, so neither did Lila. They all got out of the car and headed to a rusty elevator that took them up to the top floor. It was a giant, loft-style room with a huge skylight which gave the room a ton of natural light. They were rows and rows of clothing, fabric, shoes, and a bunch of other items, set up like a giant maze so that in the center, the wearer could have some privacy.

"Vivi, it's good to see you," said a tall, lanky man with vibrant, blue streaks of hair. "What brings you to my humble labyrinth?"

“Well, Dom, this gentleman over here needs a suit, so I brought him to the best tailor in town," she said, as she showed Dom, with whom he would be working.

"Oh hush, Vivi, you know what that would do to my ego, Now let me see what I will be working with," he said, taking a look at Jason in a better light. "Well come on let me see if I can make you sparkle," he said to Jason.

Dominick led them through his maze. Fabric of every type and every color were scattered on each side of the wall. Then the walls opened up to an open space where there was a raised platform; a large, three-sided mirror; an ornate, wooden desk; and several fabric-covered chairs for people to sit down, while Dominick did his thing.

"Why don't you ladies have a seat, while I work on my next piece," Dominick said, as he gestured towards the chairs. "And you, Mr. Jason Momoa, you step onto that platform over there.” That last comment gave Veronica and Lila a good chuckle. "What's so funny?" he asked.

"Oh nothing, is just that his actual name is Jason, and he does kinda look like him with his hair all tied up like that," Lila said, trying to contain her laughter.

"Well, you see, I have picked a good nickname. Now, Mr. Mamoa, what are you looking for?" Dominic asked, while pulling out his trusty measuring tape.

Jason didn't really like people making fun of him. In prison, if you make fun of the wrong person, that tends to leave someone being shivved in a dark corner. But he had to remember that he was not in prison, and he needed to control himself.

"Just a standard black suit," Jason said.

"Really I can't interest you in anything else. A nice two-tone style suit, with a black lapel, a slim-fit style, or maybe you are feeling adventurous and want to go with the Lil Nas style."

"Who?" Jason asked.

"What, you don't know who Lil Nas is, what have you been leaving under a rock?"

"Something like that," Jason said. Then gave Veronica, and Lila a knowing glance.

"Well in case you don't know, nowadays, men like to make a statement when wearing a fine suit. Black was so 1990s."

"Well, I guess I like the classics."

“Okay, well, please take off your jacket, and I will take your measurements for a dull black suit," Dominic said. From there, he measured every inch of Jason's body; his arms, his neck, his legs, waist, and his torso—everything a good tailor needs to make the suit to fit his clients perfectly. With measurements in mind, he left into his labyrinth of clothes, and came back with several black jackets and pants of different materials, along with several white button-up shirts.

"Would you please remove your clothes, except for your underwear, of course," Dominick said, as he laid out all the clothes on the table.

Jason just stood there for a while, wondering what he should do, but he figured if these women were going to spend time with him, then they might as well get a full show of it. He began to slowly remove his shirt, still facing the three-sided mirror.

"Come on, Mr. Mamoa, don't be shy, I have just about seen everybody…" he drew out that last word, stunned by what he saw after Jason removed his shirt. He wasn't the only one; Lila and Veronica, sat stunned in their chairs. All three of them looked at Jason's naked torso, and with the aid of the three mirrors, they got a three-sixty view of every square inch of Jason's body. Jason was in incredible shape; strong biceps, broad shoulders, the telltale signs of a six-pack, and muscle tone that would put most twenty-year-old gym rats to absolute shame. This was impressive, since Jason was nearly pushing forty. But that was not what drew their attention. Their eyes were following all the scars that marked his entire body. Some were small, but some were quite large; like the jagged scar that ran up on the left side of his body, or the large scar tissue that formed into a blob on his lower back. He even had shown signs of burn marks. Instead of having gone to prison; it looked like Jason had gone through a war-zone. It became even more so when he took off his dress pants and showed that even his legs were scared, too.

"What, never seen a guy with scars before," Jason shot back at them, with a smirk. He figured that they would be surprised by his appearance, but what more could he do.

Silence could still be heard in the room. That was until someone's phone started buzzing. It was Lila's, and while looking down at it, she saw that it was her older sister who was calling.

"Excuse me," she said, then got up and made her way through the maze.

That seemed to have broken the spell in the room because right after Lila left, Dominick went back to work. All the while, Veronica kept on staring. Dominick was being professional about it all, having James try on different shirts, from different materials. All the while, asking Jason what style he wanted, if it was casual wear for evening wear, how many buttons it should have, what kind of fit, and what kind of material he wanted to be made out of. In the end, Jason went with a modern style with two buttons, with a slightly-slim fit. Not too tight, but enough to show off some of Jason's well-deserved muscles. For the material, he went with a blend of vicuna wool and mulberry silk. The vicuna for its weather-resistant properties, and the silk made it lightweight and durable.

"How much does this fabric cost?" Jason asked.

"For a suit like yours, and with this blend, about ten thousand, but that doesn't include the cost of making it," Dominick said, as he placed the suit on a mannequin.

"People really spend ten thousand dollars on one suit. What has the world come to?" Jason said, but mainly to himself.

"Is it too expensive, Mr. Mamoa?" Dominic said, still not knowing Jason's last name.

"No, it's fine, besides it's not really my money that I am spending."

That last comment caused him to look at Veronica, but she reassured him that everything was on the up and up.

"When do you want this ready?" Dominick asked Jason.

"I want it ready by tomorrow."

"You do realize that it would cost double for a rushed job," Dominic explained to Jason.

"That's fine, I'll let my lawyer make all the arrangements, oh by the way, do you know someone who could cut my hair?" he asked Dominic, as he got back dressed again.

"My partner cuts hair, he is the best in the city," Dominic told Jason.

"Does he make house calls?"

"Sometimes, but he goes by appointment, and right now he is booked, but I am sure he can squeeze you in, for a modest fee, of course."

"Fine, tell him to come by tomorrow. Ms. Lambert will give you my address. Make all the arrangements with her, since you both know each other." With that, James left them through the maze entrance and headed for the elevator.

"Sorry about that, Dom, he is a new client, and let's just say his social skills are less than to be desired," Veronica said, as she got up from her chair.

"No problem, V, but can you tell me who that man is, he definitely doesn't dress like a high roller."

"You don't know, have you been watching the news?"

“Sometimes, V, but only if there is some celebrity gossip going on. Like, have you heard about Justin Bieber and Selena Gomez cheating on their spouses with each other."

“No, Dom, but you still don't know who that is?"

“No, Ronnie, why did you think I kept on calling him Mr. Mamoa, he didn't stop me, so I kept on saying it like it was his name."

"Dom, that was Jason Solace."

"The guy who was wrongfully imprisoned," Dominic spat out loud, not realizing how he was dealing with it.

“Yes, Dom, he was released just this morning."

"How did you manage to land him, I thought you only catered to the ultra-rich?"

"Let's just say the winds are changing into Mr. Solace's direction," Veronica said, being extremely vague about it.

"Say no more. You don't clothe the rich, and learn to not ask questions. So tell me, V, are you going to hit that?" Dominic teased, having fun with his friend. Dominic knew a lot of lawyers just like her, but Veronica was his favorite.

“What, no; he is my client, and a new one at that," Veronica scoffed at Dominic's insinuation, that she wanted to sleep with Jason.

"Oh come on, V, you saw him. That man is a dreamboat, even with all the scars. In fact, that just makes him all the more interesting. Besides, he has been locked up for years, surrounded by only men. He must be aching for the touch of a woman. Just imagine how engorged his balls are right now. I know I wouldn't mind a ride from that man if he swung that way."

“Dom, you are incorrigible, but no." As she said that, she knew that if Jason decided to drop her as a client, then she would do anything to keep him. Even if it meant using her own body. To which it wasn't opposed.

"V, you really need to get laid. It has been years since your divorce, and you need a good stuffing. And Mr. Mamoa seems to be up for such a task."

"You are not going to stop calling him that aren't you?"

"Not unless he tells me not to."

And with that, Veronica gave Dominic the check for the rushed order, and Jason's new home address, so that Dominic's partner, Eric, could meet up tomorrow. Then she gave Dominic a quick hug and then left for the elevator.

*** Outside of Dominic's place of business ***

"What is it, Lily, you know I am working right now." Lila admonished her over the phone.

"I know Lu Lu, but this is a red-level emergency. Where are the red pom socks for Jennifer's uniform, we can't seem to find them? She is freaking out over here," her sister, Lily, spoke over the phone.

"Really that's the big emergency, a pair of socks," Lila said, beginning to get irritated.

"Jen called and said that she needs it for rehearsal, before the big homecoming game next week. The coaches were also planning on doing the team photo today, so full uniforms are mandatory." Lily finished explaining the situation.

"Okay, fine. I did the laundry last night, they should be in the hamper in our room, and if not there, then look by the front door. Sometimes, Jen leaves her bags there and they might have fallen out. Now, please, I need to go, I'm having a tough day."

"Oh that's right, today is the day you start working for that guy who just got out of prison," Lily said, still looking for the ever-elusive socks.

"Yeah, and let's just say he is being difficult."

"How so?"

Lila looked at the door leading to Dominic's warehouse. She tried to decide whether or not to go back in, or stay outside and talk with her sister about her day—that wasn't even over yet. Deciding to stay outside, since Veronica was there, but mainly she needed time away from him. So she told her everything that happened. Everything, except the whole Patrick reveal. That was not her thing to tell, despite that Mrs. Carlile may or may not be involved in the framing of Jason Solace. She was a great boss.

For the next thirty minutes, Lila told Lily about meeting Jason for the first time, the silent car ride, how he inherited half of the Carlile estate, and the incident that happened during lunchtime.

"Wow Lu, that sounded pretty intense. Are you okay? I know guys like that can get pretty aggressive. They didn't do anything to you guys? Did they?" Lily asked, completely forgetting her search for the missing socks.

“Yes, Lily, I'm fine, and nothing happened. The cashier stopped them before things got too bad. But that's not what scared me."

"What do you mean?"

"When those guys came barging in, everyone was scared. Nobody stood up and told them to leave. They were all afraid of what they might do if someone got in their way. Then, when they got to our table, those creeps made me and Ronnie feel uncomfortable, but not Jason. He just sat there, and without even batting an eye, he told them to leave. He said that they were disrupting our meal. He didn't even bother to look at them. Not because he was scared, but because he didn't see them as a threat. Then he brought the big guy down like he was nothing. At that moment, it felt like Jason was the real threat in that room. But like I said, the cashier stopped things from escalating. Speaking of which, the cashier acted like he knew who Jason was."

"What do you mean, Lu?"

"I mean when he took our order, he didn't care two shits about me or V, but when Jason ordered his meal, he was standing at attention and called Jason, sir. Then when the guys left, he apologized to us, but mostly he was apologizing to Jason. It was really freaky, Lil."

“Well, sis, it sounds to me that you and Ronnie were really lucky that Jason was there. By the way, is he hot?"

“Really, sis? Your sister just told you that she was accosted by strange men, and you want to know if my new employer is hot?"

“Well, am I?" Jason said from behind Lila.

"What the shit, when did you get out?" Lila spat out, almost jumping out of her heels.

"Not that long ago. I was going to announce my presence but the conversation seemed to be important. So tell me. Am I," he said to Lila, with probably the first smile he had ever shown her. Granted, it was a lopsided grin with sinister overtones, but a smile nonetheless.

“Sis, I'll have to call you back," Lila spoke into the phone, just before hanging up. “Look, Mr. Solace, I am sorr—"

"Listen here, Lila, "Jason spoke up, dropping that grin of his, and going back to that cold, hard stare, "I know Mrs. Carlile paid you under contract to be my secretary for the next seven months. Frankly, after spending so much time being crammed like sardines with other men, I was looking forward to being alone for the time being. But I do see the reason for your existence."

"You do?" Lila asked.

"Yes, I have been away from the world for eighteen years now, and I need someone to show me the ropes. Like for example, what the fuck is an 'Influencer,' and why the hell should I care. So, what I am saying is that you go ahead and fulfill the duties of your contract and in seven months you get your paycheck and we will never see each other again. Do we have an understanding?" Jason asked.

"Yes, we do, Mr. Solace," Lila replied.

"Good, now for some ground rules; when I say I want my privacy then you give me my privacy. As for personal phone calls of any nature, you can take them as long as it doesn't annoy, or incense me. I will make exceptions for emergency calls, of course. Do we have another understanding?"

“Yes, Mr. Solace, we do."

"Good," he said, then he started to make his way towards the car. "Oh, and drop the Mr. Solace thing, that is a family name, and I don't know if you know, but they all disowned me. Jason will do fine," he said over his shoulder, just before he entered the car.

Lila was shocked by the whole thing. Going from a cocky ‘Well, am I?’ remark, to the stone cold ‘don't call me Mr. Solace.’ That last remark about his family disowning him, really got her attention, though. It went to show that she might not have known everything that Jason had been through. Plus the scars she just saw, only tell her more that despite his poor frosty attitude. That Jason really had gone through some stuff that not even she could possibly imagine.

“Hey, Lu, where is Mr. Solace?" Veronica asked, as she came out of the building.

“Oh, he is in the car," she told her friend.

“Hey, V, what do you know about Jason?"

"Well, nothing really, to be honest, I never knew he existed until Mrs. Carlile told me to draft an assets-transfer document with his name on it, plus the addendum to her will, taking Patrick out, and putting his name as the new beneficiary. And everything I read about him during the trial. Other than that, nothing. Why do you ask?"

"Oh, nothing. I am just curious about the guy I am going to spend the next seven months with, waiting on hand and foot. Anyway, let's get going, we have a lot to do," Lila said, then she made her way to the Tesla, and soon after, Veronica followed along. “Oh, V, drop the whole Mr. Solace thing, he doesn't like it, call him Jason instead," Lila said, before getting into the car.

Chapter 3

For the next couple of hours, Lila and Veronica drove Jason around town, stopping at a few places here and there. One of their first stops, was to get James on a cell phone carrier plan, just so Lila and Veronica could get a hold of him, and vice versa. They got him the latest Apple 22 phone, along with their latest smartwatch. Luckily, when Jason was put in jail, he knew how to operate a touch screen; the watch, though, he was having a hard time figuring that out.

After that, Veronica took them to the LyondellBasell Tower, to authorize Jason to have access to his new accounts. He didn't have to wait too long, once the office manager heard about the new holder of the Carlile account, they whisked James and his party up the elevator and politely shoved them in their fanciest board room. They brought out the works for him—service carts, fancy bottled water, flavored water, and enough treats to feed a party of fifty. Throughout the entire time, the manager was schmoozing James, telling him the benefits of staying with their bank. The manager even hinted that if he wanted his secretary for a good time, he could make it happen for Jason. The manager was so desperate, that he would even suck on Jason's cock, just so they could keep his rather large bank account.

For Jason, he really didn't want to interact with the man, so he deferred all pertinent documents towards Veronica, since she was representing Jason's new estate. After all, the ‘I’s were dotted and all the ‘T's were crossed. Jason and the two women left the building and headed towards the grocery store, before heading towards his new home. Upon arrival, Jason was confused by why they were not parking, instead, they were in line that said, 'Curbside Pickup,' then a man in a cart came out and opened the trunk, and stuffed the bags of food into the car. Just another thing Jason needed to know about this brave new world.

Once everything was all packed up, Veronica punched in the address to the navigation system, and we headed off west, outside of Houston. It took about twenty minutes after reaching outside the city, to arrive at their destination. They reached a gated community, and with a swipe of a phone, the gates opened up grandly. Lush green lawns and opulent houses were scattered as far as the eye could see. As Jason looked out the window, he noticed that these houses were too big, to be normal houses, but mini-mansions. Big enough to not be a house, but small enough to not be a mansion. Each mini-mansion was about two stories tall, on top of about two acres of land. Big enough to give people some privacy, but not so big that it would be overwhelming, especially for the lawn care.

Veronica pulled into one of the driveways, and set the car to park. Then she and Lila got out and presented Jason with his new home.

"This is Greenwood Estates, and this is your new home," Lila spoke, as she stepped in front of the door. "Mrs. Carlile uses this house as a guest house for high-profile guests, but as of right now, it is yours. Will you please follow me?" Lila said, as she opened the door. Once inside, Jason saw the doorway leading to an open room, and in the center of that room, was a glossy-black, grand piano.

While Veronica was bringing in the bags from the car, Lila gave a grand tour of the house. The house was far more extravagant than the two-bedroom apartment Jason used to have, before his life was turned upside down. The house had a total of nine bedrooms; a master suite, five guest rooms with their own bathroom, a converted gym room, a study, and one unused room. It also had a finished basement that was turned into a game room/entertainment center, with a big screen TV, surround sound, pool table, poker table, and fully-stocked wet bar. On the outside, sat a large pool, with a pool house for extra guests. It also has a lap pool for swimming, and a rather large hot tub that looked like it could hold up to ten people. This was far more house than Jason would ever need. It was a house for a large family, but for Jason, it just seemed too big.

Once the house tour was complete, Jason and Lila met up with Veronica in the kitchen, where she was putting away the groceries.

"Okay, Jason now that the tour is done, it's time to talk about my schedule and living arrangements," Lila said, as she pulled out her tablet.

"Living arrangements?" Jason asked, confused by the whole thing.

“Yes. As Mrs. Carlile requested, I will be living here for the next seven months. We can arrange it however you like, but I must be here at least four times out of a week, as stated in my employment contract."

“Really, isn't there somewhere else to be," Jason said, annoyed that he might be getting a roommate, or in this case, a housemate.

"I would, but like I said it is part of my contract. I will also be on call twenty-four-seven, if you need anything," Lila said, finishing laying out the groundwork of their new relationship,

"As will I. If you need anything, please don't hesitate to call, as well. My number is on your new phone," Veronica said, making sure that Jason knew that she was available.

"Ah fine, but let's discuss this tomorrow; it's been a long day, and for once, I would like some privacy," Jason said, not having the energy to deal with the two women who were going to be in his life for the foreseeable future, especially, Lila.

"That's understandable, come on, Lila, let's give Mr … ah … Jason, here, some privacy. And before we leave, is there anything you want us to do, or get you?"

James thought it over and he remembered something he needed them to do. "Yes I would. I need you to arrange for me to meet up with a prostitute," he said, with a deadpan face.

"Excuse me?" Veronica said, not sure if she heard the request correctly.

"A prostitute. You still have those, right? Arrange one for me tomorrow night. Oh, and dinner and a hotel room, and make sure she stays for the whole night," Jason continued.

"You can't be serious," Lila spoke, and couldn't believe the audacity of such a request.

"I am, I've been locked up for eighteen years, I need some 'female companionship,'" he said, with air quotes.

"How would we even find a prostitute," Lila said, still blown away by the obscurity of this request. This was something she never did while working for Mrs. Carlile.

"You two seem like smart girls, you can figure it out. Oh and you two will be joining us, so make plans."

And with that, the two girls left the house. They were about to call in an Uber to pick them up, but Jason just handed them the keys to the Tesla; stating that he wasn't going to use it any time soon. With keys in hand, Veronica and Lila got into the car and drove off, as night began to fall

As soon as they left, Jason started making his way around the house. And for the first time in a long time, he was alone, and it was quiet. No sounds of banging bars, or prisoners talking back to passing guards, no sounds of heavy squeaking from the cell next door, as Ra‘moan’ and Sammy were having their monthly liaison. Nothing but stone-cold silence, and that unnerved him. He was so used to the noise that silence was starting to make his skin crawl. Jason thought about playing the piano in the living room to drown out the silence, but he wasn't in the mood, and besides, there was somewhere he needed to go.

He initially regretted giving Veronica the keys to his car, but after looking in the garage, a place that Lila forgot to show him, he found that it had a brand new 2029 Tesla model 3. And with that, Jason got in and drove down, leaving Greenwood Estates, and made his way to see an old friend, in the dead of night.

*** Outside Lila’s apartment complex ***

"A prostitute. He wants us to get him a prostitute; I mean, I don't even know how to get one," Lila ranted, as they stopped in front of her building.

"Don't worry, Lu, I'll handle it," Veronica said, as she put the car in park. If there was one thing she liked about today, it was that she drove this car. Besides being the epitome of luxury, it was also powerful. While she was driving Lila back to her place, with an open freeway, she gunned it until she reached one hundred miles per hour in two seconds flat; then slowed down before she got ticketed. The only thing it was missing was a little rumble that only a high sports car engine could bring. She loved Teslas, but loved what the rumble did to her pussy.

"What do you mean, you can handle it?" Lila asked.

"Well let's just say that my firm, may or may not have hidden some of our clients' not-so-discreet liaisons. Don't worry Lu, I'll handle it," Veronica reassured her friend.

“Really, you're gonna do it."

“Yes, Lu, I can't afford to lose Jason. If I do, then the partners are going to fire me," Veronica explained.

“Fine, Ronnie, but I still don't like it. Not only that, but he is making us have dinner with him and the whore-to-be.”

"Well anyway, say hi to Jen for me," Veronica said, as Lila got out of the car.

By the time Veronica drove off, they agreed that she should keep the car since she left hers at Carlile's manor, and that she would pick Lila up in the morning.

Lila made her way to her floor, and entered her little two-bedroom apartment. It wasn't a destitute apartment building, but with the recent upscale renovations that were happening around the building, it was starting to become an eyesore. The only good thing about the place was that it was rent-controlled, so even though the property value was increasing in her neighborhood, her rent never would. Still, the apartment was too small for three full-grown women.

"Oh, sis, you’re back," Lily said, as she sat on the couch watching the latest Bachelor, LGBT Edition. "We waited for you for dinner."

"Not me, I am going out," said the spunky redhead, who walked out of her room.

"And where do you think you're going, young lady?" asked Lila, as she looked at her daughter, feeling like her outfit was a little too revealing.

"Derek and the team are having a pre-game dinner at Russo's, so he is picking me up to go eat," Jennifer said, as she put on the finishing touches to her makeup.

One thing people said about Jennifer was that she was the spitting image of her mother, some said that they could even been sisters. They both had the same long, flowing scarlet hair, the same cheekbones, and even the same body, except Lila was a bit curvier.

"And why didn't you tell me?"

"I was going to, but you were busy with work, so I asked aunt Lily, and she said yes."

That caused Lila to shoot Lily a deadly stare, to which, Lily just shrugged it off.

“Okay, fine, young lady, but don't stay out too late, it's still a school night."

“Fine, mom, I won't. Ah, this place is too small," Jen complained, as she looked around the cramped apartment for her boots.

"About that, Jen, why don't you come over here. I need to discuss something with you."

Her daughter was reluctant, but once she found her boots, she made her way to the small kitchen table and took a seat right next to her mother.

"As you may find out, I will be working a lot for the next seven months, and some of that work will lead to me not coming home for a few days out of the week."

“Okay, why? Before, you never did that with that rich lady," Jen said, confused by the whole situation.

"I know, honey, but as you know, Mrs. Carlile is really sick, and she sent me to be someone else's secretary."

"Okay, who?" Jen asked.

"You don't need to worry, dear, it will be only for seven months. After that, I'll get my severance and with that money, and everything we saved up, we can finally move out of this place, and get that home we always wanted, and I'll still have extra to pay for college."

Then they heard a loud buzzer by the door.

"Oh, that's Derek," Jen chirped up, and ran to the buzzer. “Yeah..."

"Baby, it's me," said a male voice, through the buzzer.

"Be right down," Jen replied, then grabbed her purse and keys. "I'll be back at ten, bye mom, bye Lil." And just like that, she was out the door.

Lila let out an exasperated sigh, and marched her way to the couch and ably fell down on it with a thud.

"You know, you could have told me about Jen going out with her boyfriend," Lila said, looking at her sister, who was watching her show.

"I know, sis, but she's young, and in love," Lila's sister said to her.

Lily was a few years older than Lila, but was mostly a free spirit. Always going where the winds took her, a lover to both men, and women, and a loving sister. Especially when Lila was pregnant with Jennifer, in high school; she was the only one who supported Lila.

"She doesn't know what love is; besides, I know guys like Derek, he's a player."

“Lu, I know you are worried that she might get pregnant as you did. But she is not you, she's smart, and she's careful. Plus, you are nothing like our parents. If she does get pregnant, then you will be there by her side. And besides, she hasn't done it yet."

"And how do you know that?"

"Oh you know, girl talk," Lily said, completely forgetting the show.

"I'm just worried, and to top it all off, I have this new guy to deal with."

"Speaking of new-guy. What happened today, you hung up without calling back."

The mention of Jason and Dominic's place caused Lila to blush a bit, remembering that embarrassing moment, when she said that Jason might be hot.

"He kinda walked in on me while we were having that conversation about him, especially that last part."

"Oh my god, that is so hilarious, sis." Lily laughed at her sister's expense. “So, is he? Is he hot?"

“What, sis. No, he's not. He has natty, long hair and an unkempt beard. No, he is not hot," but as Lila said that, images of Jason's well-toned and well-scarred body, came flooding back into her mind.

"Pity, but hey, maybe he is in the market for a personal trainer; maybe you could put in a good word for me."

“No, sis. Besides, I thought you hate working at the gym."

"I do, especially when all the guys are trying to hit on the trainer. But I wouldn't mind being someone's personal trainer, especially a rich person's personal trainer."

"What are you trying to find, a sugar daddy?" she said, joking to her older sister, "And besides Lily, he doesn't need one," and as soon as she said that, she immediately regretted it.

"How do you know?" Lily asked, and when Lila didn't answer, she asked again, "Lila. How do you know?" and when Lily saw her cheeks start to redden, Lily's eyes went wide, "OH. MY. GOD. YOU SLEPT WITH HIM, DIDN'T YOU!" Lily bellowed out.

"No, no, no, I haven't slept with him," Lila said, trying to defend herself.

"How do you know he doesn't need a trainer? You sound like you know for sure," Lily accused.

“Okay, well, the thing is that after lunch, Jason wanted a new suit."

"Jason? So you guys are on a first-name basis now," Lily smirked, likening to see her sister crumble under her mischievous gaze.

"He wants to be called Jason. Anyway, he needed a suit, so V took us to a tailor that she knew, and when it came time to put on the clothes, he took his off right in front of us."

"Really, he was jacked, they say all prisoners are jacked." Lily was then completely invested in the conversation; facing her sister, legs tucked underneath her, and completely forgetting her favorite show, even though her favorite bachelor didn't get a rose.

"I don't know, he just looked fit," Lila said, not liking the predatory look her sister was giving off.

"Well is he Chris Hemsworth jacked, or Chris Evans, or Hugh Jackman, or maybe even Henry Cavill, or…" Lily continually listed off every superhero actor she knew. Most people when they saw Lily, thought she was a normal girl with normal interests. But to those few that truly knew her, she was a hardcore comic fan. When there was a premiere for the latest Marvel or DC movie, Lily would be in line, hours early to get her ticket.

Lila thought about what to say next. She knew her sister wouldn't stop unless she gave her an answer. She tried to think of someone that her sister could relate to, then she thought back to Jason's body, and all of a sudden, she knew what to say.

“Okay. He is like Oliver Queen from Arrow."

"Really, he has a body like Stephen Amell from Arrow!" Lily squealed, at the revelation. "I used to love Arrow, and all the Arrowverse shows. Sis, you have to take a picture of him. Without his shirt, of course, I have to see."

“No, Lil, that's inappropriate, plus I don't know when I'll be able to see him shirtless." 'Well maybe by the pool,' she thought to herself. "Anyway like I said, he doesn't need a trainer."

“Okay, sis, I get it," Lily said, but just before she turned back to her show, she blurted out, "Maybe he needs a maid."

"LILY!" Lila shouted back.

“Okay, fine." Lily gave up. "Hey let's order some pizza, and rewatch Arrow," she said with a grin.

*** Glenwood Cemetery ***

It was pitch black in the cold, frigid air. The only light he could see, were the light posts that peppered the cemetery, and the twinkling lights of the Houston skyline. For a while, Jason had no idea where to go, and since it was the dead of night, he was the only one there in a field full of headstones. Luckily, there were touchscreen kiosks every hundred feet. After figuring out how they worked, he punched a name, and then he followed the directions to the grave he was looking for. He stopped at a large marble headstone with fine etchings of doves flying on each side of one name. Victoria Isabella Reyes.

“Hey, Tori, sorry I missed your funeral, I got held up. I hope you don't hold it against me," he said, as he knelt closer to the ground. Then he brought out the flowers he bought on the way there. This time, he actually got down and went into the store to buy them. He laid down the bougie of yellow roses, right next to the headstone.

"I thought you would show up here," said a voice in the night. A voice that Jason was all too familiar with.

His body tensed up, but he still stayed knelt on the ground. Then he slowly rose to his feet, and spoke to the voice, "I just came here to pay my respects." Then he turned around to face the voice, “Hello, Alessandra."

“Oh, you remember me," she said, as she stepped into the light.

"Why wouldn't I? You were harassing me for years on the anniversary of your sister's death," he said, in a matter-of-fact tone; not to antagonize, but to state facts.

Alessandra Reyes or Alice to her friends, was the younger sister of Victoria Reyes, in fact, she was the youngest of four in the Reyes family.

"I'm sorry for that. But I'm not here to cause trouble, Lord knows that I caused enough for you."

“Yeah, you did, while the Carlile family framed me for murder, the Reyes family dragged my name through the mud," he said, as he found a bench to sit on.

"Yes, we did, unfortunately," Alice said, as she took the spot right next to him.

Then, under the streetlamp, Jason got a better look at Alice, and when he saw her, it felt like he was looking at a ghost because Alice looked so much like Victoria. That got the attention of Alice.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Oh nothing, it's just that I thought you were your sister for a second there," he said, while looking away. "Anyway, why are you here?"

"I came here for you. I came to apologize for everything my family has done to you," she said, and when Jason didn't respond to her statement, she continued.

"You see, my family… well, mainly my father, was grieving over losing his precious daughter. So when Mr. Carlile came forth and told him you were the murderer, he jumped on it. Of course, he looked into it, but all the evidence that Carlile had against you, was so convincing that every time he saw you, he saw red… And I was no better. We paid off networks to do smear campaigns against you. Painting you as a vile villain for something you didn't do. It worked, too. Everyone in the whole country believed in Carlile's lie, and in return, you lost everyone. I won't lie when I first heard about your family disownment, and your fiancée leaving you—I was smiling. But now, every time I think back on that day, I feel nothing but disgust towards myself. I know that I may have lost a sister, but you have lost everyone. And you suffered for it, for so many years." She paused, then turned her head, and now faced towards him. "Will you please forgive me?" she pleaded with him. But he still sat there in silence.

Letting out a long sigh, he got up from his spot and spoke to her, "There is nothing to forgive."

For some reason, hearing that only infatuated her, so she rose up to her feet and got right in his face.

"Nothing to forgive! NOTHING! It's not nothing, we destroyed you. We destroyed everything about you, for something you didn't do. You can't say nothing…!" she yelled at him, trying to figure out what to do. She still couldn't believe that he had the gall to say what he said.

"What can I do for your forgiveness? Is it money you want? Is it power? Is it revenge? If it's revenge then have me, take me here. Take my body! Come on, I know you want to. You've been locked up for years, I'm sure you need some relief. Take me here, take me on this spot. Ravish my body, I promise I won't scream, just please do something. Take your revenge. Take—"

But before she even spat out her last word, a large hand wrapped around her neck and pushed until her body was pressed up against a tree.

It was Jason's hand, and he had it secured around her throat, giving it a firm squeeze. Alice looked up at him. All she saw was a tall, shadowy figure, looming over her. To her, he looked like a beast, a demon ready to devour her soul. She knew that she should be scared, but all she did was slump into his embrace.

'I deserve this. I desire whatever punishment he gives out to me. It's for the best,' Alice thought to herself.

Then Jason gave her a firm squeeze, not enough to choke her, but enough to show that he was about to make his move. He started to lean into her. Thinking that he was about to kiss her, she opened her mouth and waited for his invading lips. But he brushed past her lips and slipped all the way to her ears. In a low whisper, like he was telling a secret that not even the world could hear. What he said next, shook her to her core.

"There is nothing to forgive because you are Tori's sister. There is nothing to forgive because you were grieving the loss of someone special. I may hate your family, but I can understand why you did what you did."

Then, Jason stepped back from Alice, releasing his grip from her throat, causing her to slump to the ground.

"How, how can you be so forgiving?" she pleaded, finally revealing that she was crying.

"As I said, I may not like your family, but I can understand. And it's what Tori would've wanted, especially for you."

"Me? Why me?"

"Because Tori adored you, and she would probably haunt me, if I hurt her little sister."

"Tori? You called her Tori," she said, trying to quiet her sobbing.

"Yeah, what of it?"

"She only allowed her closest friends to call her Tori, and it's been so long since I heard that name," she said, sniffling from the cold, and her tears.

After that, they talked for the next few minutes, while sitting in the cold. Alice tried to pry some information about Tori, but Jason was being tight-lipped about it. So Alice talked about her family, since the fallout of Jason's release. Hector, the oldest child, had become the head of the Reyes family since their father was taking a sabbatical. But what their father was really doing, was using his deep-rooted connections to search for his daughter's killer. She also said that the Reyes family was trying to separate themselves from the Carliles, but their businesses were so intertwined, that if they separated, then they both would fall. Which was another reason why Jariume Reyes, the father, left the family business. The only saving grace was that Ellice was the new head of her company, and had nothing to do with the cover-up. And for the mere fact that Alice and Ellice were close friends. But in recent weeks, their friendship had almost been non-existent. So, while Hector Reyes handled business south of the border, Alice took care of things in Houston.

"Where are you going?" Alice asked, when Jason was making his way to his car.

“Home. So should you."

"Okay, but will we see each other again?" she said, as she was aching to know anything about her sister.

"Probably not. It would be in your best interest to forget about me. But if your father comes by any information on Patrick's whereabouts, let me know. I have a few words to say." With that, he went home for the night

Chapter 4

Lila was getting her things ready for the day, while her sister was doing her morning stretches before she headed to work at the local gym. And as for Jen, she was waiting for her best friend to pick her up for school. Jen made sure she had everything for the homecoming game, uniform, pom poms, and her perfect lip gloss, for giving her boyfriend that special pre-game kiss. Jen hadn't gone all the way with Derek, but with each passing day, she only drew closer to it.

"Mom, are you coming to tonight's game?”

"I'm sorry, honey, I don't think I am. I have dinner plans tonight with my employer. So I might be late tonight."

"Really, but what about Homecoming, that's next week?' Jen said, with a bit of a whine.

"I'm sure I can make it, sweetie. I will tell him about next week, and I am sure he will let me out for the day."

"Wait, your new employer is a he," Jen said, while still eating a piece of toast.

“Yes, he's a he, but that doesn't matter."

“Okay, fine. He is probably some old rich guy, with grabby hands."

“Actually, Jen, your mom says he's hot," Lily chimed in.

“Oh, really? Who is he? Is he on the cover of a Vogue, do I know him?"

“No, you don't, and I never said he was hot. He is just a guy, and in seven months he will be gone," Lila said, and just in the nick of time, Jen got her message that her ride was there, and skipped out of the room.

Lila could still hear the snicker her sister was throwing off.

"Don't you have work today?" Lila said to her sister.

"Yeah, but it's a slow day, and my classes are in the afternoon. No clients either, unless you can lend me your hot, new employer, named Jason," Lily mused back.

“You're incorrigible, sis. I got to go, Ronnie is here to pick me up."

“Oh, really," Lily said, as she rushed to the window overlooking the street. "Hey, did Ronnie get a new ride, it looks sweet."

"Oh no, that's Jason’s, he lent it to us."

"My my sis, not even one day, and you are already borrowing his stuff. Now, I have to meet him. Maybe he will let me drive that car." Lily giggled at that. But Lila decided to just leave.

Traffic was brutal on the I-10, but they did manage to make great time. Once inside, they thought it was weird that they didn't hear anything. Like there was not a soul in sight. That got them worried, fearing that Jason might have skipped town, or some other unforeseen circumstance. They looked around the house; Lila taking the upstairs, and Ronnie taking the down. While Lila was going room by room, Ronnie heard some banging coming from one of the rooms. She looked inside and saw that Jason hadn't left the house, but instead was working out in the home gym. Ronnie was about to make her presence known, but she held back. She saw how Jason's muscles worked, as he pulled down the bar, showing every fiber of his muscles strain, as he lifted up the incredible weight. Seeing that made Ronnie bite her bottom lip, and she wondered how Jason's muscles would feel as she rubbed her hands all over them. Wondered how those scars would feel on the pads of her fingers. Would they be rough or would they be smooth? Would he be gentle, or would he be savage to her?

It was true that she would sleep with a client, but only if it was absolutely necessary. With Jason, though, she might make an exception to that rule. While she was watching him work out, Ronnie was coming up with different scenarios in which she could feel him between her legs. One of her favorite ones was that she couldn't get the prostitute, but she would substitute for one, just so he would stay as her client. Then she thought about him dressing her up as one, and just ravishing her like a two-dollar whore.

'Oh god, Dom was right, I do need to get stuffed,' she thought to herself.

"Take a picture, that way it will last longer," Jason's voice shot through her head, shattering the fantasy in her head.

Ronnie saw that Jason had stopped working out and was now staring right at her. Embarrassed by the whole thing, Ronnie told Jason that she and Lila were there, and as quickly as she could, she left trying to not show the redness of her cheeks. Ronnie did manage to call out to Lila, telling her that Jason was there, and they waited for him in the living room.

Jason walked into the living room and headed straight into the kitchen, not bothering to address them, which only annoyed Lila. They both made their way towards the kitchen, where they heard the cracking of eggs and the sizzling of ham.

"What are you making?" Lila asked.

"My breakfast, what else does it look like," Jason sarcastically said, as he beat the eggs, then added them to the pan.

Lila and Ronnie sat there watching, while Jason worked his way around the kitchen. He was making himself an omelet with all the fixings. Both of the girls enjoyed the smell of his cooking, so much so that Ronnie's stomach started to grumble. She just hoped that no one heard her, and was starting to realize that one cup of coffee and a bagel were not enough that morning. As he put the finishing touches on his omelet, he placed it on a plate and slid it towards Ronnie.

Shocked by it, realizing that Jason made her an omelet, she was about to ask why, but Jason beat her to the punch.

"Eat before you start drooling on the floor," he said to her, in his usual monotone voice, with a hint of gravel. Then he went ahead and made himself another.

Embarrassed by the fact that Jason did hear her stomach grumble, she just looked down, and before she took a bite, she cut it in half and gave it to Lila. She tried to decline, but the omelet did look good. So while Jason was making himself a new one, Ronnie and Lila chowed down on the one in front of them. They hummed at the rich flavor that exploded in their mouths.

"Wow, this is really good," Ronnie praised, as she complimented on how to fluffy it was, and how all the vegetables were mixed together which gave it the perfect flavor.

"Yeah, I didn't know you could cook," Lila said, shocked at his cooking skills.

"I was on kitchen duty for a couple of years," Jason said, still preparing his own breakfast.

He made himself the exact same omelet, and sat at the table away from the others. As he ate, he talked in between bites.

"Have you done what I had asked?"

"Almost, I have a few contacts that I can call, but I am more than confident that we can arrange something. Is there anything in particular you want?" Ronnie asked.

"Just someone who wouldn't mind striking up a conversation, who would spend the night, and doesn't mind if we purchase her new clothing to wear for tonight. Oh, and they don't mind being with a guy who's been locked up for years."

"I can arrange that, is there anything else you need me to set up," Ronnie said, trying to act chipper, hiding the fact that she doesn't want to do this kind of work. She was a lawyer, not a pimp.

"Yes, arrange for us to stay at a hotel, and make a reservation at a restaurant. I'll let you choose. Also, withdraw double the amount the prostitute’s price is."

"Will do. Now besides that, there are a few things we need to get done for the transition of property and managing it," Ronnie said, as she brought out the paperwork.

For the next several hours, Ronnie made a rundown of all Jason's assets and holdings, making sure Lila also knew how to access them, with Jason's permission. It was also apparent that Jason would need a computer to monitor his accounts, but since the house didn't even have a tablet, they made a quick stop at the electronics store. They did buy Jason a laptop, but he wanted to build one of his own computers. But since all computer components are mostly sold online, they would have to do that at a later time.

Ronnie made a few calls to various escort agencies that her firm had on file. While it wasn't too difficult to set up a rendezvous, it was more so to find something in Jason's list of requirements. Most escorts usually see several johns or janes a night, but to find one to spend one whole night with was very difficult. The other issue was that Jason was a convict, and even though he was exonerated, some women just don't want to take the chance. After spending an hour, which should have taken only twenty minutes, she found a girl to meet up with tonight.

"I have someone," Ronnie said, as Jason was looking through computer components online, at a local Starbucks, and Lila was making the reservations at the hotel and restaurant. He really didn't want to be there, but he didn't want to go back to his place since he was going to be back in the city later on tonight.

"Okay, do you have her contact information?" Jason asked, still looking at his laptop.

"Yes, why?"

"Contact her for a meet-up. You will need to do a little shopping… How's the suit coming along?" he asked, this time he was looking at Ronnie.

"Dom messaged me, he said it's nearly ready, but he needs to perform some minor touch-ups, with you in the suit. Also, he said that Eric could stop by after four."

"Who?" Jason asked, since he hasn't heard that name before.

"Eric, Dominic's partner, the hairstylist. He said Eric can squeeze you in at a twenty percent increase to his normal rate," Ronnie informed Jason.

"Have you secured a room for us?" Jason asked, this time towards Lila.

"Yes, and the reservation at La Bonne Nuit is at eight."

Jason looked at his smartwatch, still trying to come to terms that people today carry smartphones on their wrists. It was half-past one and he was starting to get hungry. He saw no point in going back to his new place, since it would have been an hour's drive, so he made an executive decision. He decided that it would be better to just check into the hotel and just wait there until dinner time. So, he had Ronnie contact Dominic to have him meet in his hotel room, that way he could make the alterations there. He also told Ronnie to have Eric meet him there, as well. Once that was settled they made their way to the hotel in downtown Houston, The Marriott Marquis.

While the Marriott was not the most luxurious hotel in the city, it was at the higher end of luxury. Lila managed to get two suites right next to each other on the top floor. It was pricey, but with James' new, fat bank account, he could afford a night or two. They made their way straight up to the suites, since it employed countless check-ins. With a swipe of a phone, you are in your room—no muss no fuss. To Jason, that was perfect because he was tired of people staring at him. While his hair was tied in a ponytail, to make him look more presentable, his wild beard and plain-looking clothes stuck out like a sore thumb, in a sea of one-percenters. At the top, Lila showed Jason how to open the doors, and they did a quick tour of the room.

It had all the things a thousand-dollar night room might have. A large king-size bed, a walk-in closet, a large bathroom with a walk-in shower, and jacuzzi tub, and a fully-stocked snack bar, with high-end liquor and twenty-dollar Snickers bars.

'Do they really expect people to pay twenty bucks for a candy bar?' Jason thought to himself. Then a chime could be heard from the lounge area, which housed a large sixty-five-inch TV.

“That's Kitty. She says that she will meet up with us at the Galleria mall in thirty minutes," Ronnie said, as she looked at her watch.

"Okay, you two go and buy her something that will go well with her. Use this," he said, as Jason tossed him his black card. “Oh, and feel free to buy something for yourselves for dinner."

Lila was stunned by the brazen gesture, but Ronnie took the card and said thank you.

Because of traffic, it took them thirty-five minutes to get to the Galleria, the biggest mall in Houston. Where there were more than four hundred stores, a place where one could find anything on might need. Luckily finding Kitty wasn't too difficult, since she sent them her exact location. Kitty stood in front of a directory in the middle of the mall. She was a short woman, about an inch short from cracking the five-foot barrier. She was your typical girl-next-door type of girl, but only sluttier. She was wearing a long-sleeved sweater, but was flashing her well-toned midsection. The other thing she was wearing was denim short-shorts, that rode high on the hips, but in doing so, caused the lower part to ride up into her crotch. She was sex on legs, and she knew it.

Walking up to her, Lila couldn't believe how young Kitty was, thinking that she was the same age as her daughter.

"Hello, are you Kitty?" Ronnie asked.

"That depends. Are you here for Mr. Archer," Kitty replied.

Jason didn't want to use his real name, so he used one from his favorite TV show back in the day. Figuring if he was going to sleep with a prostitute, then he might as well be named after a guy who definitely sleeps with prostitutes.

"We are," Ronnie replied.

Kitty looked at the two women, then she said, "You know a group rate will cost you double."

That seemed to cause both of the women to blush. For Lila, it was the mere fact that Kitty would think she would sleep with the beast. For Ronnie, memories of Jason's hard, muscled back from that morning, and the fantasy of her being substituted for the escort.

“What? No, we are here as representatives of Mr. Archer. We are here to help you dress up for tonight," Lila said.

“Oh. Well, usually the johns are the ones doing these things, not their… ‘representatives’," Kitty said.

"Well, ours is a bit different. Anyway, we don't have enough time," Ronnie said.

And with that, all three women made their way through the Galleria. Kitty thought they would be hitting up the modest kind of dressy shops, but armed with a black card and a hundred-thousand-dollar limit, Ronnie took them to the higher end of fashion. While Kitty was going through a variety of dresses, Ronnie pulled her friend to the side.

"What is it, V?" Lila asked.

"Why aren't you looking for a dress?"

“Because, V, I already have a dress, I don't need to spend money on a new one."

"That's the thing, Lu, you are not—Jason is flipping the bill. And like he said, we should get something for ourselves."

"He only said that offhandedly," Lila protested.

"Maybe, but who cares. You see him, he doesn't care that we spend his money. Plus, when was the last time you ever went all dolled up for a hot date."

"It hasn't been that long," Lila pouted.

In truth, it had been years since Lila had been on a proper date. With work, bills, and a kid, she found no time to find someone to go out with. She tried using those hookup apps, but they always ended in failure. Mainly because the guys ended up to be players and creeps. Plus, the things that happened with her sperm donor of a boyfriend, left her jaded about future men.

“Here, Lu, " Ronnie said, as she handed her a beautiful scarlet dress. "This will go well with your hair."

Ronnie saw that Lila was being a little hesitant about the whole thing, so she scooted up to Lila.

"Lu, you deserve this night out, even if it's a work thing. So let's dress to kill. In fact, let's dress so we can get a reaction out of Jason, instead of his icy exterior."

Lila nodded to that. Since they first met, Jason had been rude, somewhat moody, and had this air of ‘Ice King’ around him. Plus, the added fact that they were using his money to bankroll all of this, made it that much sweeter. With a new fire lit up right under her, Lila took the dress and headed towards the dressing room.

They spent the next couple of hours going through a variety of dresses. After several trips to the dressing room, each girl came out with their own dress, that would make any man with erectile dysfunction, be cured in an instant. For Lila, after many dresses, she decided to go with the one Ronnie picked out for her, which was a Portia & Scarlett deep-red cocktail dress that just flowed from shoulder to toe. It also showed off her curves in just the right way and showed just the right amount of cleavage of her bountiful D-size chest. Thanks to her sister being a trainer, Lila was in remarkable shape. For Ronnie, she went with an emerald-green cocktail dress, which showed more skin than Lila was comfortable with. It only went to just above the knee, and showed off her lovely skin. As for Kitty, she was having a hard time trying to find a dress, since she didn't know what Jason would like. She was so used to johns dressing her up, or just going in slutty wear, that she had no idea what to do.

Luckily, Ronnie was there to help her pick out a dress. She has been to restaurants like La Bonne Nuit before, so she knew how to look sophisticated and sexy. In the end, Kitty went in a little black dress. It was an off-the-shoulder body-con dress. Since Kitty was a petite girl, the dress helped show off her natural beauty. With dresses in hand, all three of them went through the Galleria finding the next item for their outfits. They each bought a pair of matching shoes and clutch for their dress. Once that was done, Ronnie suggested that they hit up a jewelry store, and even though Lila protested, they each got a lovely pair of earrings, and a necklace.

The only place they had not stopped in yet, was the lingerie store. That place was where Kitty could shine. She went through rows and rows of bras, panties, and corset sets, until she found the right one that would go with her dress. Lila was a bit more modest with her choice of a red lace push-up bra, and French-cut panties. Ronnie, on the other hand, desired to go a little risqué. She chose an emerald-colored shelf bra to push up her bust; that way her breasts would look like they were spilling out of her dress. And to complete the ensemble, an emerald-green lacy thong. While she did buy it for herself, in the back of her mind, she wondered if Jason would like her sexy getup.

After purchasing all the sexy lingerie they could buy, they decided to hit up the makeup stores for a bit of a touch-up. Then, with a card that took a beating, they all went to the hotel where they would change into their dresses for dinner, but first, they stopped for a light snack.

*** Marriott Marquis ***

While the girls were off buying new clothes, Jason just lounged in his room, waiting for Dominic to show up with his suit. As he waited, he looked out the window and into the skyline. From the top floor, Jason could see everything from his vantage point. He couldn't believe that he was able to see anything like that in his lifetime. After his last appeal was denied, he all but gave up on the notion of seeing the outside world. Instead of gray walls and iron bars, he saw skyscrapers and moving cars. To think two days ago, he would have been at rec time with all the other inmates, trying his best not to get shivved. And there he was in a suite waiting for someone to hand him a ten-thousand-dollar suit; a suit that cost about two months' salary.

A knock could be heard at the door and using the mini-TV display on the door. It took Jason a minute to figure it out, and once he did, he saw Dominic at the door.

“Hello, Mr. Mamoa, I hope you are ready for your new suit."

"As ready as I'll ever be," Jason replied.

For about an hour, Jason was taking his clothes on and off while Dominic tried to make the final alteration. It happened so much, that Jason decided to just stay in his underwear. While he was being tailored, Dominic was a bit afraid to start a conversation with Jason. Fearing if he spouted the wrong thing, then Jason would tear him in two. But once Dominic broke the ice with some prison joke he had heard, the conversation slowly flowed. He learned that Jason was an open-minded person about gay rights, and other hot-button issues, that still played out in 2030. Dominic feared that most people that entered prison are right-winged people who were the biggest hate mongers. Once he learned Jason was not that type of man, then he seemed to relax, and the conversation picked up at a breakneck speed.

Just as Dominic finished putting on the final touches, another knock could be heard from the door. Seeing who it was, Dominic opened the door, and in came a lean black man with technicolor hair and a flamboyant attitude.

“Okay, who is Jason and what do I have to work with?"

Jason assumed that this was Eric, the hairstylist, and Dominic's partner.

After Eric took a quick look at Jason's sorry state of a haircut, "Oh no, no, no, no, this just won't do. You're lucky I am a miracle worker. Take a seat. I have work to do."

Jason sat there on the hotel chair, while Eric went to town on his unkempt mane. Luckily, Eric traveled with a salon kit on wheels. When Eric asked how Jason would like his hairstyle, all he said was short hair and a trimmed beard. Anything else, he left to Eric's decision. A message chimed in on Jason's phone, and when Domenic picked it up, it said the girls were back and next door changing.

"I'm done here. I am going over and saying hi to Ronnie," Dominic said.

“Okay, babe, I'll see you when I'm done completing my masterpiece," Eric shouted back.

In the suite where Ronnie, Lila, and Kitty were, they all heard the door knock. Mostly dressed, Lila made her way to the door and saw Dominic on the other side.

"Oh hey, Dominic, are you done with Jason?" Lila asked.

"Yes, I just finished making the alterations, and Eric is right now eating that head of hair. Is Ronnie here?" Dominic asked.

“Yes, Dom, come in, we could use your help!" Ronnie shouted from the bedroom.

"Sure, no problem," Dominic replied.

"Are you sure? I mean we wouldn't want to impose," Lila said.

"It's fine. For the price you paid for the rush job, on such a simple black suit, I should help out, to 'balance the books' so to speak. Oh, who might you be?" Dominic asked, after he spotted Kitty for the first time.

"Oh this is Kitty, she's a… "

"I'm the entertainment for tonight," Kitty said, finishing Lila's sentence for her.

"Oh, an escort, how lovely. Nothing against your profession, power to you. And by the way, I love that dress you're wearing."

“Oh, thank you. It's the outfit I am supposed to be wearing tonight. Per Mr. Archer's request."

"Mr. Archer?" Dominic asked.

"Oh that's the name he decided to go by for anonymity," Lila informed him.

“Oh, okay. Well, let's go see what Ronnie is wearing. Oh, Ronnie, where did you get that dress?"

"You like? Mr. Archer bought it."

"Really, the man has great taste."

"Well, actually he gave us his card and told us to buy whatever we want. So each of us treated ourselves, did a little shopping."

"Smart man," Dominic complimented, "but we need to do something about the front to make the girls pop."

"Does he normally do this? Mr. Archer, I mean?" Kitty asked.

"Ah, we don't really know, to be honest. It's just that we barely know him."

"What?" Kitty asked.

From there, Kitty got a vague rundown on their encounter. Just enough to satisfy her curiosity, but not enough to compromise anonymity.

"Do I have to worry about him?" Kitty asked.

"I don't think so, sweetie. He might sound like a brute but he is quite intelligent. We talked, well I mostly talked, and he seemed open-minded, but also very guarded. As long as you don't dig too deep, then everything will be fine. And there you go," Dominic said, as he finished Ronnie’s dress.

Another knock came from the door. This time, it was Dominic who answered it.

"Well it took all my skill and hard work, but I did it. So what's going on here?" Eric said, as he entered the room.

"We are just getting the girls ready for the date," Dominic explained.

"OH MY GOD! You’re Eric Filalobo, Houston's most talented hairstylist," Kitty squealed.

“Oh, looks like I have a fan," Eric said, as he looked at Kitty. "And who would you be?"

"Oh, that's Kitty, the sexy escort," Dominic informed him.

"Oh really, well you are a cutie, but we need to do something about your hair."

For the next hour, Dominic and Eric helped the women look their best. Kitty and Eric hit it off, while Domonic was fondling Lila's dress. All the while, Ronnie was applying makeup to Lila. Once all the dresses were in place, hairstyles set, and makeup all touched up, they made their way to the lobby, since Jason told them to wait for him down there.

"All three of you look gorgeous," Dominic said.

"If looks could kill, then you all should be arrested for murder," Eric joked, in a teasing way.

"We don't look that good." Lila blushed at that.

"Oh trust me, Lu, you do, and anybody that thinks otherwise is not even human," Dominic said.

"That's right, all eyes are going to be on you tonight. You might even turn some men straight, or even some women gay. Oh by the way, Kitty, here's my card. If you need your hair done for any reason, please call me, and I'll fit you right in."

"Seriously?" Kitty asked, as she took the card.

"Oh yes, we're friends now, and I always take care of my friends," Eric said. Then he looked at Ronnie and Lila, "Here is one for you too, Lu. If you need anything done, then please don't hesitate to ask. You, too, Ronnie. You are more than welcome to call," he said, handing them both a card.

"Are you sure?" Lila asked; she still couldn't believe she had Houston's number one hairstylist's personal number.

"Of course, I had fun today, despite someone's curtain hair. I mean he should have just cut it off. It was a monster. Speaking of which, where is he?" Eric asked.

"He texted and said he just got on the elevator," Lila informed him, a little excited to go out on the town, even if it's with Jason.

"Well good, three beauties like you should be out on the town; turning heads, and taking numbers. Especially you, Ronnie, and Lu."

"Oh don't worry, I'll make sure Lu flirts with the first guy I deem is… hot," Ronnie said, as the last word changed as her gaze caught someone walking out the elevator.

Seeing her gaze, everyone else followed along until they saw what Ronnie saw. It was Jason, in his new suit and newly-styled haircut. Thanks to Dominic's tailored suit, it showed off Jason's impressive physique—broad shoulders, a strong jaw, and a walk that showed that he belonged where he was at. It wasn't as if a new suit and haircut gave Jason a confidence, but it showed it more in spades, and in turn upped his attractiveness to everyone in the room. So much so, that Ronnie didn't know that she was biting her lower lip, as she drank in all of Jason. And for the briefest of moments, was about to disregard her one rule of not sleeping with clients unless absolutely necessary.

Lila, on the other hand, could not believe what she saw. She had to do a double-take to make sure it was Jason. It wasn't until she saw that scar over his left eye, that she knew it was him. For her, it was day and night on Jason's appearance. When they first met, he was wearing a drab-brown suit that didn't fit him very well, and a head with so much messy hair, that she thought that rats had lived in it. But then, there he was wearing a midnight-black suit that fit him perfectly, and more importantly, instead of hiding his body, it showed it off without even flashing it. As for his once-unruly hair, it was now cut and styled to show all his facial features that were not too bad to look at. Going back to the whole superhero scenario, Jason looked like the conversation that she and her sister had had the other day. The only one that came to mind, knowing his actual appearance, was Thor from Ragnarok. Lila knew if her sister was there with them, and saw Jason—Lily would be rubbing all over him, like a cat in heat.

While Ronnie and Lila were going over the dramatic change of Jason, Kitty, on the other hand, was appraising her john for the evening. In Kitty's line of work, it helped to know what kind of man you were dealing with, and at that moment, she could not make heads or tails on Jason. She knew that Jason had some money, but he wasn't wearing it. She had seen men that came into money and they ideally squandered it away, showing people that they had the money. Fancy gold watches, jewelry, fancy suits, fancy shoes, and anything else that screamed, 'Look at me, I have money.' They wanted people to know that they had money and would do everything to show that they fit in. With Jason, he was not showing it. Kitty knew that his suit cost about ten thousand, but it didn't scream rich man walking. Seeing that intrigued her, and as an added bonus, she was pleased by his appearance. Then, she was wondering if she had to work hard to fake the pleasure.

"Baby, I hope you are not mad if I try and make a pass at him," Eric said to Dominic, breaking all three women out of their spell.

“Babe, I think you need to get in line," Dominic said, gesturing to the three women. "And besides he is one hundred percent straight."

"Oh poo, oh well. But I must say, we did a fine job turning Mr. Beast into Prince Charming. Well, with those scars, maybe a more-dangerous-but-even-hotter Prince Charming," Eric said, to which it got a chuckle from Dominic.

As Eric was talking, Jason walked all the way to his party, still taken by the fact that all three women were drop-dead gorgeous. When he gave them his credit card, he had no idea that they would go all out to dress up for him. To him, it would seem that it was money well spent. From the dresses to the shoes, and everything in between, it all looked good.

"Well, you all look good," Jason said, as he finally reached his group. He saw the hungry eyes that Dominic and Eric were throwing at him. He didn't mind, he knew nothing would ever happen. As for Ronnie, his lawyer, she was looking like she was trying to make a big decision. Jason also noticed that Lila had these wide-open eyes, like she was surprised by his appearance. He couldn't blame her. He knew that when they first met, he looked like a homeless person. It was mostly by choice, on his part. After his last appeal was denied, Jason just didn't care about how he looked. If the world thought of him as a beast, then he might as well have looked like one.

The one girl he was most concerned with, was the blonde girl, Kitty. He knew that she was appraising him, with those eyes of hers. It was the same way when walking into prison for the first time. All eyes are on the new guy, to see if he's weak, or is he a threat. He remembered all those eyes well. Because to Jason, it was as if he was walking through the mouth of hell himself, and all the demons had come out to watch.

"You must be Kitty. It's lovely to meet you," Jason said, in his usual monotone voice. He wasn't going to be rude to her, but he wasn't going to change who he was, either—a convict that spent two decades in hell.

"It's good to meet you, Mr. Archer. I hope you approve of the dress?" Kitty asked, as she gave herself a little twirl.

"Yes. It suits you. I hope these two didn't give you a hard time," Jason said, pointing to Lila and Ronnie.

That gave them a few raised eyebrows, but Ronnie and Lila said nothing.

"Oh no. They were polite and well-mannered. Even Ronnie helped me pick out this dress," Kitty said, thinking that Lila and Ronnie were Jason's playthings. It was a safe bet for Kitty, since she didn't know the nature of their relationship. Jason was acting like an alpha dog, and to Kitty, it could be that Ronnie and Lila were his bitches. Of course, she was way off on her assumption.

With that, the girls said goodbye to Dominic and Eric, and the rest of the group went to the restaurant. It was only a couple of blocks away, but Ronnie arranged an Uber to pick them up. At the restaurant, the trade took Jason and the women to the corner room of the restaurant, where they would have the most privacy. La Bonne Nuit was a small French-style restaurant that had an enormous wine collection, and a personal five-star chef, with menu options that Jason would never have dreamed of before. He was definitely out of his wheelhouse when it came to high society sophistication, but he really didn't care. If they had a problem with it, then, they could tell them to their face. As the waiter came up to them with their menus, he began speaking to them in French. Jason couldn't understand why restaurants had to be done in French.

Figuring that Jason had no idea what he was saying, Ronnie was about to step in, but was interrupted by Jason. She was shocked that Jason not only understood the waiter, but he replied back in perfect French. After he ordered the wine, everyone ordered their meals, to which Kitty replied in perfect French. Ronnie had to ask.

"Archer, when did you learn how to speak French?" she asked, remembering Jason's alias.

"While I was locked up. Plenty of time to learn a language, or two."

"Really, what other languages do you know?" This time it was Kitty who asked, remembering that she was Jason's escort tonight.

Jason thought for a moment, then he said, "Including French, six different languages."

"My, that's impressive. For me, I only know two personally, English and French," Kitty said.

"And you, Ronnie?" Jason asked, to which she was surprised since it was the first time he used her nickname.

“Oh, three mostly. English, French, and Spanish, but French is my best language. I must say, Archer, you speak it quite fluently. One may say you grew up in France," Ronnie said, not even realizing that she was flirting with Jason.

"What about you, Lila, do you speak any languages?" Kitty asked, trying to include everyone in the conversation. When her Madam picked her up from the strip club, Kitty used to work at, one of the first things she taught her was table etiquette and manners. One was that if you were in a group of people for dinner, you engaged with everyone.

“Oh, well in truth, just English, and a bit of French, but nothing at your level," Lila replied.

"Oh, if you want I could help you learn, if you want," Ronnie said to her friend.

From there they spent the next two hours discussing languages, with Ronnie and Kitty giving a few pointers on Lila's French. They also told Jason all the things that had changed since he went to prison in 2014. Mainly, all the new cellphones, that they come out with every year. Jason told them that before he went to prison, he had the Galaxy S3; currently, it was the Galaxy S30. They ate in moderate slices, with light conversation shared between party members. Jason was a bit more reserved, but he did make an effort to be engaging. With everyone’s satisfaction from their meal experience, Jason paid for the bill, which turned out to be a six hundred dollars. He personally was wounded, that even though the meal was good, he believed that it didn't warrant that high a three-figure check. All in all, he paid for the bill, and they all left the restaurant with full stomachs and a bit of a smile.

Just before they left, Lila had to freshen up in the ladies' room, while the bill was being paid. While there she ran into someone she wasn't expecting.

“Lila, is that you?" Ellice said, as Lila exited the restroom.

"Oh hi, Ellice, it's good to see you. How's your mother?" Lila asked, glad to see Mrs. Carlile's daughter.

“Sadly, her health is declining. It's only a matter of time before she passes," Ellice said, with a bit of a somber tone.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. She is a wonderful woman. I'm sad to see her go, but she lived a long and fulfilling life."

"Yes, she has. Anyway, you look fantastic. Are you here on a hot date?" Ellice asked.

That caused Lila to blush a little. "Not exactly. I'm here with Mr. Solace. He wanted to go out for dinner at a nice restaurant."

"Oh… How is he? I mean is he brutish, or is he decent? Is he treating you well?" Ellice asked, concerned for her mother's former assistant.

"He's okay. He hasn't done anything to me. He still has that chilly demeanor, but he keeps to himself."

"Well, that's good. You let me know if he gets out of line. I would hate to see anything happen to you. Anyway, have you thought about what to do after your contract is done with him?"

“Actually, I was wondering if maybe you are looking for a new secretary or a personal assistant. I hope I am not imposing or anything."

“Oh, not at all. Once you are done, please contact me, and I'll see what I can do. Now, I think I have taken too much of your time," Ellice said, before parting ways.

"Okay. I hope you have a wonderful evening. I'll try and stop by and see your mother when I can," Lila said, then she left to meet up with Jason and the rest of her party.

Ellice stood by the restroom door, dreading going back to her table. It was a business dinner, with various investors, but in truth, most of them were hitting on her, hoping to sway her to get into her pants, and her company. Growing up, she had met guys that only wanted to be with her because of her family's company. The only reason she was eating out with those men, was to help secure investors for her company since Reyes International was playing hardball.

Meeting Lila was a breath of fresh air. Deciding to have her curiosity piqued, and to kill a little time, she wondered what Jason would look like in the upscale restaurant. Ellice looked around, trying to find the wild-haired man that showed up at Carlile's manor. Try as she might, she couldn't find the man, but she did notice red-haired Lila, then from there, she saw her mother's previous lawyer, Ronnie. She saw that they were standing behind a short blonde woman in a black dress, and a well-dressed man at the front of the trade. Ellice had to admit to herself, that the man did look good, in his black suit, and from the back and side profile of his face, she believed that he was quite handsome, and somehow familiar. Then when he turned around and addressed the blonde woman, she saw that the man was quite handsome. A small part of her just wanted to leave her business dinner and go up to the man and ask if he wanted to go somewhere for a chat. If things went well for her, then they would head back to her place in the city, and spend a wild night of debauchery. Even though she wanted to do that, she reluctantly went back to her table, and finished her dinner meeting. While she sat there, as the men obscenely hit on her, she wondered what her fantasy would be like with that well-dressed man, not knowing that she was thinking of Jason between her legs.

Chapter 5

It was a little after ten at night, and while it would have been safer to take a car-ride service, it would be faster to just walk a couple of blocks back to their hotel. The street was almost empty, with a few couples walking on either side of the street. Not much was exchanged, as they walked down the streets. It was mostly Ronnie and Lila exchanging words in French to help Lila's fluency in the language. Everything was looking to be a good night, that was until a voice in the night came out at them, waving a shining metal gun.

"Halt, you all stay right there. Don't try anything funny," said a man, who was in an alleyway, waiting for his next victim to rob. "You four come walk right in here," he said, loud enough to hear his authority, but not too loud to be heard by anyone passing by.

Doing as they were told, they slowly made their way into the alley. He kept himself close to the wall, trying to keep himself hidden in the shadows of the buildings. But in the end, that would be his undoing.

"You all stay right there. Now all of you hand me over all your phones, jewelry, wallets, everything. And you, no playing hero, now," the robber said, as he looked at Jason.

As frantically, as they could, all the women took off all their new jewelry, and stuffed them in their clutches, but before they could hand them over, Jason stepped in.

"What are you doing!" the man yelled, as Jason took all the purses in his hands.

In his best acting-fearful, wimpy voice, Jason said, "Nothing sir. I don't want any trouble. Please don't hurt me."

As he said that, Jason was studying the man to try to find an opening. Mainly, though, he needed to know what kind of gun he had. Once he saw that he had a handgun rather than a revolver, and from there Jason came up with a quick plan. While he had the purses in his hand, he discreetly lifted the envelope that had Kitty's money from Ronnie's purse and hid it from view.

"Hand them over. NOW!" the man demanded, to which Jason complied. In an outstretched hand, Jason handed the clutches in a jumbled mess. The robber did manage to hold onto them, but he kept them close to his chest so they didn't fall from his grasp. Then at that exact moment, Jason dropped the envelope of cash onto the ground.

"What is that!" the robber yelled, as he took a step back, closer to the wall behind him.

Still using that fake, wimpy voice of his, Jason said, “Please, sir, don't hurt us. You see these are prostitutes that I picked up for some nightly entertainment, if you know what I mean. That's the money I was going to pay them, tonight. Look," Jason reached down and grabbed the envelope. All the while, he was closing the gap between them. "See, it's about ten grand there. Take it please, just don't hurt me," Jason said, flashing the robber the money, to which the man's eyes lit up with greed.

"Hand it over!" the man said, all too eager to steal ten grand from a guy, he thinks is a chump.

“Okay, here," Jason said, and he tossed the envelope in the air, and just like he expected, the robber lost eye contact with him and was focusing on the floating envelope of cash. Because the robber's hands were full, he instinctively curled his arms in trying to catch it like he was catching a football. With his eyes elsewhere, and the gun no longer pointing at him, Jason attacked like a snake, with one hand grabbing the gun and the other grabbing the robber's head. With the gun in hand, he pulled back on the slide which in turn rendered the robber's gun inoperable for firing. Then in one fell swoop, Jason drove his other hand and the robber's head back into the wall behind him, caving his skull in. Then, just as quickly as it started, it was over. The robber slumped down onto the ground, unconscious but not dead.

Jason looked back at the girls to see if they were okay. They were shaken up, but they were okay. Then moving as fast as he could, Jason reached down and searched the robber for anything hidden, like an extra gun or knife. Upon inspection, he found no guns or knives, but he did find other cell phones, wallets, and rolled-up cash. Jason assumed that they were not his first victims of the night, but he would make sure that they would be his last. The first thing he did, was take the bullets out of the robber's gun, then for added flair, he took the rolled-up money, but left the jewelry. Then after wiping the robber's face and gun for fingerprints, he picked up all of the girls' purses and the money envelope, but also brought back one of the stolen cell phones that the robber had. He handed all their stuff back, and then he looked at Kitty. Figuring that she was an escort, that she might make a convincing actor. Jason told Kitty what to say, and how to say it. Then using the stolen phone he called 911.

"911 what's your emergency."

"Oh good, someone is chasing me... pant, pant... someone is about to rob me. Please send help…" Kitty acted out

"Ma'am, ma'am, please stay on the line, and help is on the way. Just ple—" but Jason didn't bother finishing hearing the 911 operator.

He left the phone on the unconscious robber, still connected to 911, and the gun clear in view for all to see. Jason could have stayed there, but he really didn't want to deal with cops. If everything went well, when the cops arrive at the scene, they would assume the man tried to rob the woman of the phone, but someone had intervened, or the robber got robbed, himself. With the gun in the open, and all the robbers' loot in hand, he would be going to jail. As they rounded the block, sirens could be heard in the distance, and with a trash can in sight, Jason disposed of the bullets. Then from there, they made their way back into the hotel, only this time, Ronnie, Lila, and Kitty walked a little bit closer to Jason.

On the top floor, Jason entered his room with Kitty, while Ronnie and Lila went to theirs. He made his way to the minibar and poured himself, and Kitty, a drink. He handed it to her, to see if she was shaken up by the ordeal.

"First time being mugged?" Jason asked.

"Believe it or not, no it wasn't. But it was the first time one of my johns actually fought back. Usually, they just cave and give them their money. Or one time, one of them offered me instead. Lucky the guy only wanted money, and let's just say I dropped him from my client list."

"Good," Jason said, then he sat down on one of the chairs, still nursing his drink.

"Why didn't you give him the money, I mean you have plenty of money from what I heard, that you could have just bought us matching replacement jewelry, and more. So why take the risk?" Kitty asked.

"Let's just say I made a vow. A vow that I would never be run over by anyone ever again."

"Sounds like you've been in a few fights. Might I ask how many?"

Taking one last sip, Jason got up from his chair to get a refill, "I think it's better if I showed you, but that's for later. Now let's discuss what we do next."

He hands her the envelope with the stack of bills.

"That is what we agreed upon, for you to be here tonight, five thousand. Is that correct?"

Kitty blinked at this, surprised that he would give her the money then. “Yes, that's correct, but you know that you are supposed to give this at the end of the night, right?"

"I know, but I figured that I pay you to now so that when you hear what I have to say, you could leave if you don't like the proposition that I am offering."

Sounding intrigued, Kitty sat down on the sofa and listened to Jason’s proposition.

"As of right now, I am looking for someone to be my confidante. Someone I could talk to and would not repeat what I say to anyone else. Someone who would laugh at my jokes, and could enjoy the pleasure of my company. Someone who isn't afraid to be near me. And when we are together, I want you to fuck me like it is the end of the world. The Tyrion Lannister experience, so to speak," Jason said, trying to convey what he was looking to get out of this.

"I'm still a little confused, why do all this, you could've just told me what you want," Kitty assumed.

"I wanted to see if you would be someone good to talk to. Someone who could listen, but also carry on a conversation. To see how you would be around me. An audition of sorts, to see if you are a good fit."

"Audition? Did I pass?" Kitty mused at that.

"Yeah, I say you did, and frankly I'm glad because I don't want to go out looking for another one."

"Okay, but it wouldn't be easier to just meet someone and date?" Kitty asked.

"Not really, for the mere fact that I am a convict. No matter how much I try, that will always be a part of me, and most women won't go near that kind of baggage. This is much simpler and faster. I pay for you to be here, and you listen, we fuck. Simple, clean, and everybody knows where we stand. So here is the proposition—you will be available to me whenever I ask; I will pay that allotted amount your manager or Madam, asked for upfront; and I would pay you extra for the pleasure of your company. Something to encourage you to stick around, but if you don't like it, well you already have the original asked amount. So you could just leave, and no harm done. You would also do what I say, but I promise that I won't push you too far. I am paying you for sex, after all."

"Okay, so am I to assume that you don't want me to answer to any johns. If so, then that's a deal-breaker," Kitty said.

“No, you are free to see any of your clients. All I ask is that you will be available to me. I know that in your line of work, you have a limited shelf life. Past that, either you are doing discounted rates to lower-end clients, or you become the Madam. Hence why the extra money I am using as an incentive. As I said, I have more money than I know what to do with. I don't mind spending extra just so you don't lose any money because you spend a few days with me."

Kitty thought this over. On paper, it was a great proposition. She would be paid, plus extra for spending a few nights with Jason, effectively doubling her weekly income. The only problem was that she would be at his beck and call. It was a tough call to make, but in the grand scheme of things, Kitty knew what she should do.

"Okay, how are we going to do this?" Kitty asked, already agreeing to the deal.

"We'll start off the night by giving you the full amount that your manager asked for. From there, the longer you stay the more money you make. Simple, right. All you have to do is do what I say, listen to me, and just interact with me. Oh, and you can keep the clothes and accessories, I have no use for them. Besides they look better on you than they do on me," Jason said, in his dry, humorless voice.

"Okay, what do you want me to do?" Kitty asked, already standing up.

“Tonight, you will be my servant. Will that be all right with you."

"Yes, that's fine. I just ask that no anal, no BDSM, and no bareback. Cross those lines, then I walk, money or no money."

Jason agreed to her restrictions, and so he gave out his first request.

"Take off my shirt," he said, in a placated gruff voice.

Kitty walked over to Jason's back, and helped lower his jacket. It felt soft in her hands, and she wondered what material it was made of. She neatly folded it, and placed it on the dresser in the lounge area of the suite. Then she made her way to the front of him, even in her heels, which were a staggering six-inch set, she still had to look up at him. With delicate and precise movements, she unbuttoned his crisp white shirt. With the last unbutton undone, she pushed the flaps to the side, exposing his bare torso to her. Her eyes went wide, not because she saw how firm his muscles were, but for the scars that marred his body. She looked up at him, and what she saw were trying eyes. Not the eyes of someone who is bored, or is sleepy, but of an old warrior who is tired of fighting, and needs the comfort of a woman to ease his pain.

"You asked how many fights I've been in. These are the marks of my survival in those fights," he said, in a soft tone.

Kitty studied them, and wondered if what Jason said was true, then went through a crucible and managed to make it to the other side, but before they made their marks on him.

"Can I touch them?" Kitty asked, to which Jason nodded.

She slowly traced her fingertips over the scars on his torso. She noted that Jason was extremely firm; not a single ounce of fat was left on his body, and his muscles were taut and strong. She also noticed that some of the scars looked faded, but some of them were not. It showed that Jason has been fighting for a long time, and all of those scars told a story of a brutal journey.

"You've been through a lot, haven't you?" she said, in a whisper.

"More than you know."

Kitty continued on by pulling off his shirt, to which she saw more scars lining his back, but what drew her attention was the scar tissue on his lower back. By impulse, she slowly reached out to it, but as soon as she laid one finger on that spot, Jason reached back and grabbed her wrist.

"Not that one, that's off-limits," he said, in a tone that wasn't up for discussion.

Kitty nodded to this, and in turn, Jason released her wrist.

"You must have gone through a tremendous amount of pain. I can't imagine surviving what you went through."

"I did, but for tonight, you are going to help me forget that pain, even for just a moment."

"Then let me help you forget," Kitty said, as she moved in front of Jason.

She knelt down, right in front of him, unbuckling his belt, and slowly sliding down his pants. She saw that even his legs bore some scars, as well. Then came the final barrier, his Old Navy boxer briefs. In one slow pull, Jason's cock was revealed in front of her eyes. She saw it, too, had a scar that had long since faded, but seeing it almost made her choke up.

'God, what did this man go through?' she asked herself, knowing that she would not like the answer. Still, she had a job to do, but this time, she wasn't doing it for the money. She was going to do this for this man in front of her. A man who suffered trials that he shouldn't have gone through in the first place. A man who should not know pain, but only pleasure, and pleasure was what Jason was going to feel.

She daintily lifted his flaccid cock with her small hands and began to plant tender kisses on it. She noticed that the cock was unusually heavy, but she pressed on ahead. Starting on the base, she slowly rose, tasting the body wash on his skin, plus his natural musk. With each kiss, his cock grew from the wonderful feeling of Kitty's lips. Then when it came time to his cockhead, Kitty looked up at Jason. As he waited for her, to see what she was about to do next, she leaned in and planted a sensual kiss on top of its head, then proceeded to swallow it up, embracing it in the warm wet confines of her mouth.

When it came to blowjobs, Kitty always did what she had to do, to make her clients hard, or cum. With Jason, on the other hand, she was trying to find the best way to make him feel good. Feeling the tension of his body, the way he flinched if her tongue rubbed one area compared to another, seeing if he liked a firm grip on his shaft or a feather's touch. She put every ounce of concentration into her technique, and with each passing bob of her head, his cock grew stiffer. All the way until it stood erect at a proud eight inches—the perfect length for Kitty. She kept up her gentle assault on his cock, then she felt something change inside of Jason. His body relaxed, as if he didn't know it was tightened in the first place. It was as if a coil that was wound up so tight for so long, had finally begun to loosen. Kitty couldn't help but delight in the fact that she was bringing Jason pleasure, and in return, she upped her pace on his cock. She never thought that she would derive such pleasure from sucking cock, but with the way she was sucking him, and how he felt, her pussy was starting to moisten. A new tension was starting to form inside of Jason, but this time, it was something that Kitty was all too familiar with.

She felt more of his pre-cum flowing out, and his once stiff cock was even stiffer, expanding for what was to come next. It felt like she was sucking on a large lead pipe. Then in a low groan that vibrated through Jason's body, a torrent of cum flooded into Kitty's waiting mouth. Normally, she wouldn't allow her clients to cum in her mouth; she would usually perform a facial, or a body shot, but never swallow. Jason thought she would make an exception, but what she was not prepared for, was the amount of cum that flooded into her mouth. Kitty tried to swallow as much as she could, but several globules of it, escaped her lips. Once it was done, she looked up at Jason and saw the relaxed expression on his face. Deciding to play up the show, she slowly took her index finger and ran it on the side of her chin. With a finger covered in cum, she fed it to her wet mouth, making a humming sound, and made sure Jason was watching her. Even though the humming sound was for dramatic effect; to her, it did taste good; not sweet, but not unpleasant, either. It was a taste that she could get used to, and gladly swallow again and again.

Kitty finished wiping away every strand of cum from her chin and neck. Once clean, she thought that they would spend the next hour or so, talking until Jason was hard again, but when she looked down, Jason's cock was still standing erect.

"It looks like someone is ready to go again," Kitty mused, as she grabbed onto his shaft, feeling the firmness of it.

"Well, it has eighteen years of pent-up lust that needs to get out," Jason retorted, with a bit of a smile. Which in turn seemed to warm Kitty's heart.

"Well then, let's not keep him waiting any longer." Standing up, she pulled Jason from his chair and led him to the bedroom. She pushed him onto the king-size bed. Deciding to put on a little strip show, Kitty began to slowly lower her zipper, all the while, swaying her hips to an invisible beat. Then just before she dropped her dress to the floor, she gave Jason a wink. Her dress fell to the floor around her heels, revealing a black, merry-widow corset, and thigh-high stockings.

"Do you like it? Because you bought it." Kitty smiled at him.

"I must say it's money well spent," Jason replied, drinking in the sexual goddess right in front of him.

"Good," Kitty said, as she sauntered over to him.

She saw the box of condoms on the nightstand and decided to rip one open and place the condom around Jason's cock. It was a little snug fit, but it was firmly in place. Then she straddled his hips, keeping his cock right in front of her thong-covered pussy. Rubbing it, feeling the silkiness of the fabric already damp with her pussy juices. Raising to her knees, Kitty moved her panties to the side, baring her slightly-puffy pussy lips.

"You paid me to make you forget the pain you felt all those years. I am going to show you that I am worth every… single… penny," and as soon she said those last words, she impaled herself on Jason's stiff prick, moaning from the feeling of being stretched.

"Hmm. I must say, Mr. Archer, you have a fantastic cock," Kitty moaned, as she slowly rode his stiff pole. On every downstroke, she took more of Jason's cock deeper into her pussy, stretching herself to fit. Then just like that, she had the whole thing safely inside in her warm, wet sheath. She sat there for a moment; letting her body get used to his size. While she did have clients that were longer in length, what made Jason more pleasurable, was his girth. He had the thickness of a Red Bull can that seemed to stretch her in all the right places. For Kitty, she preferred girth over length. Some men who had long cocks would just jam them into someone's pussy, thinking that having a big cock would automatically be pleasurable. In truth, though, it would cause discomfort and pain. Kitty remembered that she had a client who was a father who paid her to help his son lose his virginity on his eighteenth birthday. The young boy did have a below-average length, but he made up for it with his tremendous girth. It was one of the few times, she actually didn't fake her orgasms. She hadn't seen the boy since that night, but with all the lessons she gave him, he would never have to worry about straying girlfriends.

After her pussy had adjusted itself to Jason's invading rod, she slowly rode him with slow deliberate movements, loving that every time she bottomed out, the sensation of being full was overwhelming.

"I could really get used to this," Kitty panted off, as she picked up the pace. All the while, Jason was grunting along. "What do you say, big man, can you handle this pussy." As she said that, she used the muscles inside her pussy to squeeze Jason's cock, making her pussy even tighter.

As a response to her statement, Jason only groaned louder and grabbed onto her hips. Looking straight at her, in a gruff, animalistic voice, he said, "The question is, could you handle me."

With his grip sincerely formed on her waist, he rolled her over until he was on top, whereby he was fully in control.

"Let's see how long you can last," Jason said, then he began his assault.

He started off with slow strokes, but he quickly escalated to a more-fevered pace. All Kitty could do at that moment, was hold on for dear life—totally at the whims of Jason. Kitty spread herself, even more, trying to get more of Jason's cock into her. Seeing this, Jason reached out and with his big strong hands, he grabbed at her ankles and lifted her feet into the air until her six-inch stiletto heels were pointing towards the ceiling. He spread her like a wishbone, all the while, he was drilling her depths. He got so deep that every once in a while he would tap at her cervix, which in turn caused pleasure to soar through Kitty's body.

"Oh god, I'm gonna cum. I'm really gonna cum," Kitty said in a whisper, as the wave of her climax was about to crest. Then Jason brought her legs together; crossing them, which in turn caused her pussy to be tightened up. It caused the sensation of being completely and totally full and made Jason's cock feel a lot bigger. That alone caused her a toe-curling climax. Her back arched, a loud moan filled the room, and her eyes began to roll in the back of her head.

'You can't fake that,' Jason said to himself, as he felt Kitty vibrate on top of his cock. Then the added sensation caused Jason to crest over as well, as he unloaded himself into the latex barrier.

"Wow, that was good," Kitty said, as she tried to steady her heart rate.

"Glad you can enjoy it," Jason said, as he slowly withdrew his cock from her wet snatch, and made sure the condom came along with him.

"My, you really have filled it," Kitty said, as she saw the tip of his cock balloon outwards, trying to keep the impressive load inside.

She saw that Jason was mentally trying to remove it without spilling the load that lay within. Then when he was about to dispose of it, Kitty spoke up, “Hey, hand me that," she said as she stuck out her hand.

Deciding to go along with it, he handed the open end to her, to which she took it. Then making a show of it, Kitty raised the condom above her head. Tilting her head back, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Then when she knew that she had Jason's attention, she turned over the condom with her other hand, causing a river of cum to spill out and land directly in her mouth. Once she got every last drop from inside the condom, she tilted her head down, showing the pool of white creamy goo. Then in one fluid motion, she closed her mouth and swallowed, smacking her lips for the desired effect.

"You taste good, Mr. Archer," Kitty purred, as she licked her lips. Then she looked down at Jason's crotch, "And it seems two times isn't enough for you. I guess I will have to try a little harder."

She got up from the bed and sauntered over to the wall that connects to the other room. She slowly bent down at the waist, while keeping her legs nice and straight. She placed her hands on the wall, and gave her ass a little shake.

"Why don't you come over here and relieve yourself… Master," Kitty said, with a giggle.

"Master?" Jason asked, confused by her remark.

"Yes, Master. You said tonight that I was supposed to be your servant. Servants must have a master to serve. Now, come over here and let me drain all the cum from your body, Master," she said, still giving her ass a little sway.

Jason looked at the sight in front of him. Standing in her six-inch heels, with her legs straight and bent at the waist. The seams of her stockings that ran at the back of her leg, ran up until they ended towards Kitty's plump little ass. It was as if it was showing him where to stick his cock. Deciding to not waste any time, Jason grabbed a new condom and rolled it onto his dick. Standing behind her, he grabbed onto her hips with one hand, and said, "Be careful what you wish for." Then, he drove his cock all the way home.

"FUCK!" Kitty yelled, from the initial pain from his insertion, feeling like she was being impaled by a billy club, due to his cock’s unusual heft. But the initial pain quickly faded into pleasure. Jason drove into her hard, showing who was in charge, and what would happen if you riled him up. His thrusting was so hard, that she was forced to go from her hands to her elbows. Kitty tried to stifle her moan by biting her lips, but that was rendered moot when Jason wrapped one of his hands around her lush blonde hair and pulled her head back, causing her mouth to be wide open. With her head pulled back, it caused her back to arch, giving Jason a better angle of attack, by grazing Kitty's G-spot.

To Kitty, that new position felt like Jason was hitting areas that she didn't know existed. Her body was humming from the onslaught, and the animalistic brutality of Jason's pounding. Then out of nowhere, a wave of euphoria swept through her body.

'OH FUCK! I'M CUMMING ALREADY!' Kitty screamed in her mind, the same time, a loud guttural moan came out of her lips; all the while, Jason kept up his assault, not even wavering for a second. But in the back of her mind, Kitty was wondering what the other girls could hear from the other side of the wall.

Chapter 6

*** Ronnie & Lila Room ***

After they got back from their walk, Lila and Ronnie decided to wash up and get ready for bed. They were a bit shaken up from the impromptu mugging on the way back from the restaurant, and Lila was considering going home, but Ronnie talked her out of it; saying that it was late and that they already had the room.

While Lila was in the shower, Ronnie was preparing her nightly ritual. Brushing her hair, rubbing lotion on her skin so that it would always feel silky smooth to the touch, and trying on the new camisole that she bought, or more importantly, Jason bought for her. It was a silk green camisole that barely reached her hips, which is why Ronnie bought it in the first place. She liked to sleep in the nude during the night, but since she was sharing a room with Lila for the night, she needed to make compromises. The silk fibers felt good on her skin, and with the added pair of her new thong panties, she was comfy and sexy all at the same time. She looked at herself in the mirror to see what she looked like, and while she was at the tender age of thirty-three, she had the body of a twenty-five-year-old. She hefted her big and firm double-D-size breasts that her former doctor husband bought for her, on their third anniversary. Even though they were fake, her surgeon had done a marvelous job in making them look, and feel real. Ronnie liked them, and she thought her husband did, too—but it didn't stop him from cheating on her with a nurse at the hospital where he worked.

Ever since the affair came to light, Ronnie took him to the cleaners, since her law firm didn't just have the best estate attorneys, but also the best divorce attorneys, as well. Not only did he have nothing to his name, but his reputation was tarnished, and he was forced to move to a different city, in a different state. That all happened about five years ago, and Ronnie hadn't had a single relationship since then. She was just mainly focusing on her work. She did have the occasional hook-up from those dating apps, but mostly, her biggest supporter was Bob, (Battery Operated Boyfriend) but even that, was lacking.

Thinking about Bob, somehow made Ronnie think about Jason. For Ronnie, he was the total opposite of her ex-husband, Johnathon or John, as he was called. While John was loud and full of himself, Jason was quiet and reserved. Where John was ignorant, Jason was clever.

She thought back through the night and compared what would happen if Jason was replaced by John, especially when they were being mugged. She knew what would have happened. John would have handed the robber his money and begged him not to hurt them. But what Jason did, and how he handled it; Ronnie had never been more turned on in her life. So much so, that she contemplated dismissing Kitty for the night, and taking her place when they got back. For Ronnie, the way Jason acted, to how he showed the robber the money to distract the robber, then the single blow to knock him out, really got her juices flowing. Then she saw how he handled the situation afterward, to where when the police arrived, there was no way for the robber to get out of it. She always loved having a big strong man who could take care of himself, and after the forty-eight hours she'd been with Jason, she knew that he could definitely take care of himself.

Ronnie heard the door to the shower room open and was a bit excited to see what her friend wore to sleep. She was a bit disappointed that all that Lila had on was an oversized t-shirt that wasn't very flattering.

"Lu, what are you wearing?" Ronnie asked.

"What, this is my nightshirt."

"I know that, but why are you wearing it, don't you have anything more flattering."

"No, V, I don't, why do I need to look sexy when I sleep," Lila retorted. "Because when you have a man over for the night, you would want to look downright sexy, even when you sleep."

"Ah, please, with my cramped apartment, a daughter in high school, and a brutish employer; when do I have time for men? Plus, I will be spending nights at his house, and the last thing I want is to be sexy for Jason," Lila said, as she made her way to the wet bar, and poured herself a drink to steady her nerves.

“Hey, Lu, are you okay, you know after tonight?" Ronnie asked.

“Yeah, I will be fine. It's just that the moment I met him, I have been in more danger in the last two days than I have in the last two decades. Everywhere he goes, trouble seems to follow."

"You can't blame him for that, Lu. They were just random acts of violence that could have happened, even if he wasn't there. But I'll tell you one thing I'm glad that he was."

"You're glad!?" Lila yelled, shocked by what her friend just said.

“Yes, Lu, I'm grateful he was there. When those three guys showed up, they could have dragged us to some dirty alley and had their way with us, if Jason hadn't stopped them."

"The cashier was the one who stopped them, V, not Jason," Lila corrected.

“Yes, he did, but you and I both know that if he hadn't then Jason would have. You saw how he took down that big guy, and you saw how he handled the mugger. Why are you making him the bad guy, Lu?"

"Because he is. You saw what he did. No good man wouldn't look at drug dealers and not bat an eye, and he would most currently not leave after taking out the robber for the cops. Jason Solace is not a good man."

"Well yeah, Lu, you're right, a good man wouldn't do those things, but that doesn't make him the bad guy. Lu, he spent eighteen years in prison for something he didn't do. That is the same age as Jennifer. Imagine being in there, locked up with the worst of the worst, and you're all alone. He only had himself to rely on, to survive. I don't know what Jason had to do to survive, and frankly, I don't want to know. But something like that changes people. You saw the scars, they are a testament to the hardship he had to face."

"You sound like you are defending him," Lila chucked at that.

"Well yeah, I am. After all, I am his legal counsel," Ronnie smiled at her own joke.

Then they heard a loud bang against the wall and a muffled yell. It wasn't a yell that warranted calling the police, but it was enough to pique their curiosity. They both made their way to the wall, trying to hear what was happening. Only the sound of thudding could be heard, and nothing else.

"Oh my god, they're having sex," Lila said in a whisper, even though the walls of the room were thick.

"Well yeah, she is a prostitute. It would have been weird if they didn't," Ronnie replied, trying to hear more of what's going on from the other side.

Then in a fit of brilliance, Ronnie rushed to the wet bar and grabbed a pair of glass tumblers. She rushed back to the wall and handed Lila one of the glasses.

"What is this?" Lila asked.

"Just watch," Ronnie replied. Then proceeded to place the glass against the wall, and placed her ear at the other end. It was something she used to do as a kid during her set-master phase. And there, as a full-grown adult, she was doing it again, but instead of listening to her parents, she was listening to people having sex. It took her a moment for her ear to adjust to the impromptu listening device, but when she did, she was not disappointed.

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming," a faint voice said, followed by a low moan. Ronnie knew it was Kitty, but she also knew that she wasn't faking that orgasm. During the last years of Ronnie's marriage, she had become an expert at faking it. In doing so, she could tell if someone's moan was fake, or not. From the sound Kitty was making, she knew one hundred percent that it was real. Which made her wonder how Jason was in bed. Hearing Kitty moan was driving her once-slumbering libido to soar. Then Ronnie looked over at Lila, and she saw that she was listening in. Her cheeks were flushed from the sound of muffled skin slapping and the occasional yelp from Kitty's moaning lips. Ronnie so desperately wanted to touch herself, but with Lila not two feet away, that was going to be impossible.

As the minutes wore on, all Ronnie wanted to do was rub her aching clit. It had been months since she slept with someone, and even longer for a decadent orgasm. The war between her just walking over and impaling herself on Jason's cock, or staying in her room was raging inside her. And the impaled scenario was slowly about to win.

"Well, I guess it's time to go to bed," Lila abruptly said, disrupting Ronnie’s lustful thoughts.

"Oh yeah, you're right, it's time for bed," Ronnie agreed.

As they made it to their bedroom, they realized that they might have a slight problem. When Lila was making the reservations for the rooms, she forgot to specify two queen-size beds, instead, there was only one king bed. They were going to have to share for the night.

"Where are you going?" Ronnie asked, as she saw Lila grabbing a pillow and a blanket.

"I'm going to sleep on the couch," Lila said.

"Don't be silly, there is more than enough room for us to sleep on, and besides you share a bed with your sister. This shouldn't be any different," Ronnie said, as she took one side of the bed.

"Well that's different, she is my sister, and you are, well… not," Lila said, giving out a lame excuse that she didn't even believe.

"Lila, we are two grown women sharing a bed. Women have been doing that for decades. Now come on, let's get some sleep. Who knows what tomorrow might bring."

Lila reluctantly agreed and sauntered over to the opposite side of the bed. Under the covers, they both said their goodnights and drifted off into the darkness, well, at least one of them did.

Try as she might, Ronnie could not fall asleep. She was still wound up from listening to Jason and Kitty’s fuck session. Her crotch felt like a swamp, and it was only getting wetter. Ronnie needed to come, but she couldn't do it in her bed; not with Lila right next to her. So, as quickly and as quietly as she could, Ronnie slid out of bed and made her way into the living room area of the suite. She put her ear to the wall, and could still hear the thumps of lovemaking on the other side.

"God, they've been at it for a while now," Ronnie said to herself.

She contemplated whether or not to listen in on them again, but went against it, since she might get caught by Lila. So she went into the bathroom by the suite door. Turning on the water, to help drown out the silence, she slowly pulled down her thong panties. A small trail of pussy juice could be seen connecting her lacy thong to her sensitive snatch. She reached down and slowly rubbed her slick vulva. Feeling the wetness of it, she couldn't seem to remember when the last time she was this tuned on. Running her finger up and down her slit, a wave of pleasure started to seep into her body, causing her to lose all inhibitions of herself. Then, she gently spread the folds of her lips, exposing her love button. As soon as her clit touched the cold air of the room, a shudder rose through her body.

"Jason, what have you done to me?" Ronnie sighed, as she took the next plunge and sank two of her fingers into her depths. She pumped her fingers in and out of her dripping pussy, all the while mashing the palm of her hand against her throbbing clit. Normally, Ronnie couldn't get off from fingers alone, that honor was reserved for her silicon friend she had back at home. Tonight though, it was going to be different. Every pump of her fingers, and rub of her clit, made her that much closer to the summit of orgasmic bliss. But then out of nowhere, she hit a wall. She could not seem to get to that final hurdle. She tried moving her fingers faster, pinching her nipples, and even adding a third finger; even though it brought her tremendous pleasure, it still wasn't the climax she so desperately wanted. Out of pure desperation, the only thing that might have pushed her over the edge, was to create a fantasy about herself and Jason.

For several moments, Ronnie went through several different scenarios, trying to find the right one to get her off. She thought about trying to seduce Jason while he was at home, trying to keep him as a client. Then she thought about Jason barging into her office and fucking her right on her desk. She even thought about cuckolding her ex, showing him that she had found a new and better man that could satisfy her. They were all great and thrilling fantasies, but only one managed to consume her.

She found herself strapped to a chair, arms bound, but legs free. She had no idea how she got there, or who tied her up. Sitting there, wearing the same dress she was wearing that night, only this time her skirt was riding above her hips. Then a shadowy figure approached her.

“Jason, what's going on, why am I here?" Ronnie asked.

“Well, Ronnie, I've noticed you looking at me. Looking like you want me," Jason said, as he was circling her.

"No, I'm not, it's just your imagination," Ronnie panicked in her voice.

Then he grabbed her chin and forced her to look into his eyes. “No, it's not, Ronnie, those eyes of yours are full of lust. Don't lie to me, you wouldn't like it if you lied," Jason spoke, but in Ronnie's fantasy, his voice took a more monstrous tone.

"No, I'm not. It's just.. Ahh!" Ronnie gasped, as monster Jason reached down and jammed two fingers into her pussy. In the real world, with closed eyes, Ronnie does the same thing, acting out what is in her mind.

Back in the fantasy, Jason spoke back to Ronnie, telling her what he found between her legs. "Then tell me. Why does your pussy get wet?" he asked rhetorically, as he brought up his soaked fingers. "You are wetter than the Nile."

"No, I'm not, you're making things up," Ronnie pleaded with him. Trying to hide the fact that her pussy was gushing at this point in the fantasy. She loved the fact that Jason was tormenting her.

“Really? Then let us get a second opinion," Jason said, then pulled by invisible chains, Ronnie’s legs were spread wide in the air.

"What are you doing!" Ronnie yelled, all the while her pussy began to weep even more juices.

"Showing the others and asking them if you are a horny little bitch," Jason spoke and with a wave of his hands, lights cast down and people that Ronnie knew, came into existence.

"No, please look away!" Ronnie pleaded, but even if she said no, her pussy was gushing more fluid, which made the chair very wet.

She looked around and saw all her friends; she saw Lila and Lily, she saw Dominic and Eric, she saw Ellice, and she even saw Jennifer standing there, asking if Aunt Ronnie was a pervert. In the room, they were all discussing the state of her pussy. And with each passing word, it only made Ronnie's cheeks blush even more, and a waterfall of her love juices spilled out even more.

"You like that. You like showing your friends how much of a pervert you are," Jason said, taking on a more monstrous voice. A voice that had such a growl, that it vibrated the area around her, and into her pussy.

"No, I'm not a pervert," Ronnie pleaded out, all the while her pussy was spasming with excitement.

"Your mouth says one thing, but your pussy says something else," Jason said, as he gave her pussy a few slaps. The same slaps Ronnie was doing in the real world with her own pussy.

Then in her fantasy, Ronnie's body was hoisted in the air; legs still wide, and her head remained upright.

"What are you doing?" she panicked, as she was then suspended in mid-air.

"Showing all of them how much of a pervert you are. By fucking you right in front of them," Jason said, and in Ronnie's fantasy, Jason's cock was something of epic proportions. Then in one hard thrust, Jason sank his monster of a cock, deep inside her.

"OHHH FUUUUCK!" Ronnie moaned in the real world, as she stuffed her pussy with four of her fingers.

Ronnie was on the floor of the bathroom, completely immersed in her fantasy. Legs spread, pussy stuffed; it was as if she was that pervert in her fantasy. Then, just as she was about to reach her peak once again, her fantasy took a drastic turn.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, I WAS SO CLOSE!" Ronnie screamed in her fantasy, as Jason withdrew his cock from her snatch.

"You will have to wait for that," Jason said, "Now…" then a clicking sound could be heard all around Ronnie's fantasy, then a collar appeared around her neck. "Let's go for a walk." The collar around Ronnie’s neck had a leash leading to Jason's hand. "Let us show your dear old friend what kind of pervert you are. Now on your knees, and try to keep up," Jason ordered, and Ronnie complied. As she crawled on all fours like a common dog, all she could feel was the burning sensation on her cheeks, and on her pussy.

Ronnie didn't know why she would dream up that kind of fantasy, but for some reason, it was making her hotter than she had ever been in her life, and that final climax she was chasing was in her arm's reach. All she needed was a little push.

"Now my poor dear, Ronnie, for the crime of being a pervert, you will be my bitch, and you will do so right in front of everyone," Jason declared, then he screwed her with his mighty cock.

"FUUUUCKK!" Ronnie screamed, and was pounded into sweet oblivion. All the while, Ronnie in the real world, was lying face down, ass in the air, and a pussy stuffed with her fingers.

"Fuck me, Jason, fuck me. Make me your bitch," Ronnie whispered, while laying on the floor.

Back in her fantasy, Jason was relentless with his thrusting. Stirring up her insides and driving Ronnie to a near delirious state.

"So tell me, Ronnie, how it feels to be taken like a bitch," Jason said, with words full of lust.

"It's… It's… It's sooo good. Fuck me Jason, just keep fucking me. For the love of God, don't ever stop. I never felt like this before. Please don't stop."

“Really? Not even with your ex-husband?" Jason mushed.

"NO! He was a weak man, he could never satisfy me!" Ronnie screamed out, as she approached her climax.

"Well then, why don't you tell him," Jason bellowed out, then he grabbed onto Ronnie's hair and forced her to look up at John. Tied up and gagged, being forced to watch his former wife being fucked to oblivion. Without missing a beat, Ronnie shouted to the heavens.

“JOHN, YOU PATHETIC EXCUSE OF A MAN. LOOK AT WHAT YOU HAVE THROWN AWAY. DON'T WORRY I FOUND MYSELF A NEW MAN, A BETTER MAN. HE SATISFIES ME IN A WAY THAT YOU WOULD NEVER DO. HE BROKE ME, JOHN, HE BROKE THIS BROODMARE, AND KNOW I AM HIS. I'M HISSSSS."

And just like that, that final hurdle for Ronnie's climax had finally been crossed, shattering her fantasy, and leaving her with pure, unadulterated pleasure. In the bathroom, Ronnie was a quivering mess. The only reason why no one was awake was that Ronnie had stuffed a towel in her mouth, to silence her screams.

'Holy shit, where did that come from?' Ronnie asked herself, as she finally recovered from her private session. Never once in her life, had she ever had a depraved fantasy like that, but she could not deny the sheer ecstasy that it caused. Ronnie looked down between her legs and saw a sticky mess. Droplets of clear liquid peppered around Ronnie’s inner thigh, and her once-pristine vulva was now puffed and red.

"Damn, I really made a mess of things,'' Ronnie whispered to herself.

She tried to stand up, but immediately her legs gave out, and fell right back on her supple ass. "Ow! Looks like my legs aren’t working like they used to," Ronnie mused, knowing full well why her legs weren't working. It had been years since Ronnie ever felt an orgasm of that magnetite.

Ronnie did manage to stand on her own two feet and was about to clear herself off until she heard a knock at the door. Panic started to sweep over the disheveled brunette, and she hoped that the visitor would just go away. But they didn't, so as quickly as she could, Ronnie quickly patted her thighs dry, and made her way to the door, hoping that Lila had not woken up.

*** Jason's Room ***

'OH SHIT, NOT AGAIN!' Kitty yelled out in her mind, as she moaned when another wave of bliss washed over her. Kitty was suspended in midair, while Jason was thrusting his cock deep inside of her. Jason was relentless when it came to his sexual appetites. With 216 months of repressed sexual tension—he was making up for the lost time. In the process, Kitty expressed not one, not two, but three exquisite climaxes. Then she felt Jason was on the verge of spilling his load.

His cock was getting bigger, he was losing his pace, and the sheer determination on his face, told her that he was about to blow. Kitty wanted to do something special to end this fuckfest. She couldn't call it lovemaking, seeing as they were rutting like a couple of crazed animals.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Jason moaned, through gritted teeth.

Hearing this, Kitty had the perfect idea where that last load should end up.

"Put me down, put me down," Kitty panted out, while trying to dislodge herself from Jason's orgasmic cock.

Jason did what he was told, and lifted her off his cock and placed her back on her feet. Madly afterward, Kitty dropped to her knees and ripped the condom off of Jason's cock. She began to furiously pump his hard prick until she felt a shudder run down Jason's body. They were looking at each other, right up until white cum shot forth and plastered itself on Kitty's sweaty face. She closed her eyes so that it wouldn't get into them, but she kept her mouth wide open. Some strands did manage to land within her mouth, but most of it was on her face.

Kitty smacked her lips together, "Hmm, you taste good, and look, you covered me like a glazed donut," Kitty purred.

Jason fell back onto the bed, excited from the physical exercise he had just gone through, “Yeah, well I needed some relief," Jason blurted out.

"And the relief you got. I hope I was worth every penny?" Kitty giggled, as she tried to stand up.

"Yes, you were. Speaking of a penny, your other payment is in the drawer. You could stay as long as you want, just try and not make too much noise," Jason spoke, as he rolled onto the bed, trying to get comfortable.

"Oh, and will I be expecting your call soon?" Kitty asked.

"Most definitely," Jason replied, as his eyes began to get heavy, then he drifted off into that deep dark abyss.

After Jason fell asleep, on wobbly legs, Kitty made her way to the drawer and picked up another envelope. Her eyes went wide when she saw how much was in there. It was another five thousand dollars. Kitty couldn't believe what she was seeing. Normally, her clients would pay their Amazon, and would throw in a bit extra, but never double the allotted price—it was unheard of. Kitty did have clients that would splurge on her, or pay her extra, but they only did that to show off that they could. Like they were big shots, and that they could afford nice things. Jason did that, but he never once bragged about it; he never showed it, he just did. Kitty thought back on the entire day, from the mall to dinner, and the sex. Jason had spent close to fifteen thousand dollars in one day, and he didn't even bat an eye. That alone shocked Kitty, then a smile formed on her face.

'Hot guy who pays well, and is great in bed, this is the start of a beautiful friendship,' Kitty thought to herself. Then her mind went somber as she looked upon Jason's scar-ridden body. When they talked, she could tell that he was in a lot of pain. He was far different than what Kitty had ever encountered, but he was also housing some deep darkness. A darkness that no one could possibly understand.

Shaking her head at the thought, Kitty made her way to the bathroom, so she could clean up, but when she got there, she realized that her bag was in the other room. She needed that bag since it had her to clean-up supplies, and the clothes that she wore that day, including the original dress she was going to wear. They were items that she couldn't leave without. Kitty was about to reach for the robe to cover herself, but she stopped midway. A wicked idea formed in her head. She was going to walk down the hallway still in her sexy lingerie and heels, and knock on the room where Ronnie and Lila were sleeping. Kitty figured that since she was planning on seeing Jason in the foreseeable future, that the other women should get used to seeing her in various states of undress, and post-coital appearances. Kitty took one last look in the mirror, glad to see a good amount of Jason's cum was still on her face. And with that, Kitty made her way to the door.

While exiting Jason's room, she made sure to prop the door open so that she wouldn't be locked out. She felt a little weird walking in the hallway half-naked, but she also felt the thrill of it. She sauntered her way to Ronnie and Lila's door and gave it a good knock. It took a while, but someone did open the door, it was Ronnie. She was surprised to see Kitty at that late hour.

"Kitty. What are you doing here?" Ronnie asked, trying her best to hide the fact that she forgot to put her panties back on.

“Well, you see, I left my bag in the room, and it has all of my stuff. Could I get it? Please," Kitty asked, in her most innocent voice.

Ronnie blinked for a moment, then she said yes and let Kitty in. Kitty made her way to the back of the room where she last saw her bag, but partway through she stumbled, but luckily there was a table that she could hold onto.

"Are you all right?" Ronnie asked, but not too loud to wake up Lila.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just trying to regain some strength back in my legs. You know for a man his age, Mr. Archer is quite vibrant. He has a sexual drive that would put men half his age to shame."

"Really?" Ronnie asked, all the while, a tingling sensation started to form on her naked mound.

"Oh yeah, I had to drain his snake three times to bring it down," Kitty said, as she found her bag.

Hearing that, made Ronnie bite her lower lip, ‘God, three times. I wonder what that would feel like,' Ronnie thought, as Kitty made her way back to her. Then that was when she saw a glint on Kitty's face. It took her a moment, but she finally realized that it was Jason's spunk, draped on her face.

“Ah, Kitty, you have something…" Ronnie said, as she tapped her own chin with her finger.

Kitty brought her finger to her own chin and started to run her finger over the white goo. She brought it to her lips and sucked on the tip of her finger. She, “mmm’d,” as a way to mess with Ronnie, but also the fact that she was starting to like Jason's flavor.

"Looks like I missed a spot; sorry about that," Kitty giggled, not missing the fact that Ronnie was still looking at the spot she didn't clean up, and noticed that Ronnie was biting her lower lip—a universal sign that she wanted to do something she knew that she shouldn't do.

Kitty sauntered her way towards Ronnie, and in one swift motion, she handed her a card. "Here's my number, Mr. Archer would like to continue seeing me. Use this to set up a time and a place and I'll be there," Kitty said. Then she added, "We are going to see a lot more of each other."

With that said and done, Kitty made her way back to Jason's room to clean herself up, and get ready to leave. As soon as the door closed to her room, Ronnie spoke up in a whisper, "Three times."

As soon as she said that, her hand lazily made contact with her naked mound. She could still feel the heat coming off it; like it was a blast furnace. As the thoughts of what Jason could do to her. The realization swept in, as she realized that she was naked from the waist down, and was wondering if Kitty saw that she was. Despite all the worrying that went on in her head, Ronnie was too tired to think about anything. So she made her way back to the bathroom and found her mostly-dried panties. She slipped them on, and as soon as the still-wet crotch touched her sensitive mound, she let out a shudder. She knew that she needed to rub one out, but sleep was more important. So, she slipped into bed with her closest friend, and as she looked at Lila, a quick thought stuck in her mind, 'How would Lila's pussy feel?' Ronnie quickly dismissed that thought, saying it was her horny mind working against her. Then she got into a comfortable position in bed, and sleep immediately swallowed Ronnie, but instead of innocent sheep running in the field, it was more of those depraved lustful fantasies of Jason.

It took her a lot longer than normal to get ready, but thanks to her past experiences, Kitty knew how to use a sink as a shower; cleaning herself off, and making herself look presentable for her next client. When she was done, she stuffed her new dress and lingerie into her bag. Unfortunately, her heels were a little too big for the confined space, so she decided to wear them with her cut-off jeans. She always loved wearing high heels. Being a small person, she needed every inch she could get, plus she always thought it made her toned legs look sexier.

As she sat in the living room area, she pulled up her phone and was about to call for a pickup. Her Madam had runners driving around town at night, to pick up her girls, and to rough up clients if they were being unruly, or refusing to pay. She was about to hit the call button until she heard a thump coming from Jason's room. She thought it was nothing, but then she heard it again. Curiosity getting the better of her, she made her way towards the room. She looked inside and was shocked to see an empty bed, but there was a noise filling the room. Following the noise, she found that it was from the corner of the room, and that's where she saw him.

Jason was laying on the ground in a sweaty heap of blankets and a lone pillow. He was moaning, and moving around the floor, while whatever plagued his mind, tormented him. Kitty knew that he was having a strong nightmare, when she saw how soaked his blankets were. Seeing this, Kitty was debating whether or not she should leave. She had the money, he gave her permission to leave, but something kept her rooted. Jason paid for her to comfort him, to be there for him when most women would just turn away. Kitty couldn't make up her mind, then she heard Jason grudgingly spout ‘no’, and started to move around on the floor like he was trying to fight or get away from what was plaguing his mind. Seeing that made her decision all the more clear. She quickly got out of her heels, and oh so slowly approached Jason; afraid that if she made the wrong move, then he would strike her down. Kitty was slow, and methodical, in her approach. Then, once she was in arms reach, she ever so slowly reached her hand towards his head. He flinched at the first sign of contact, but he didn't bat her hand away. Taking it as a good sign, Kitty, with a featherweight touch, caressed Jason's sweat-soaked face.

"God, he's burning up," Kitty said in a whisper.

She scooted closer to him, seeing the answers on his face. Seeing that, made Kitty's heart almost ache. It was then, she knew that she needed to comfort him, to help soothe the war within his soul. Kitty repositioned herself so that her knees were on top of his head. Then with both hands on his side, she gently started to caress his face. He flinched at the touch, but after a while, he began to settle down. At the sight of that, Kitty began to gently hum a tune that her mother used to, when she was having nightmares. With every passing hum, Jason's body began to slowly stop moving, and his breath became more deep and soothing. Then, just like that, he was sound asleep, all the while, Kitty maintained watch over him.

Jason woke up early in the morning from his night's sleep, he found Kitty gently laying on the floor next to him, slightly snoring. She told him what happened and that she spent the night comforting him. He made a kind gesture and was willing to pay for her service, but much to Kitty's surprise, she turned down the offer. She said that the money he paid earlier was more than enough. She left early in the morning before Ronnie and Lila got up, but not before she slipped Jason her card, and a peck on the cheek. The only time her lips ever touched his skin, besides his cock. After Kitty left, it wasn't long before Ronnie and Lila both woke up. From there, they all got dressed, in the clothes they came to the hotel in, the first time. After a quick breakfast in the hotel dining room, Ronnie drove them all back to Jason's house; all the while, she was trying to steal glances at Jason.

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