My Guardian Angel(47)

“You are mine. I will talk to you the way I see fit if it means making sure you’re all right. Fine! You’re older than me, but that doesn’t change the fact that I'm your fuckin’ boyfriend and I will be fuckin’ damned if anything happens to my girl,” He seethed. “Now lock the fuckin’ door and call me every fuckin’ hour!”

He marched away from me, picked up his bag and walked out, slamming the front door in the process. I hung my head and sighed heavily as I made my way to my door, arming the alarm and locking the door with the deadbolt.

I had called the cops who were in charge of my case. My agent and editor put a lot of pressure on them and they decided to start investigating it. They understood what was going on and its severity. But unless something happened, they’d have a hard time trying to come up with any evidence and an even harder time trying to figure out who it could be.

I did what I was told, but I didn’t call Jason, rather I texted him every hour. The ass made me angry. I was trying to keep him safe, but he didn’t understand. He had a twelve-hour shift so I texted him twelve I’m safe messages. My phone chimed, I thought it was him so I didn’t bother looking until it chimed again.

Genna: Whats up bitch?

Genna: Hello? Haven’t seen u in ages!!

It was Genna. It was true, I hadn’t seen her in a while and I really missed her.

Me: Nothing much bitch just writing. U?

Genna: Finished a major promo for a club, super rich and super sexy

The owner’s Yum!!! I seriously want a lick of his dick!

I laughed reading her text.

Genna: The clubs opening up this weekend. U and Tara are a must. U know the rules. Both of u have to come.

I remembered when we were young. We made a pact that whenever one of us had something major all three had to attend, no questions asked. We were there for each other, when no one else was. It wasn’t necessary for us to call each other every day. It was enough just to know you had friends who gave a shit about you.

Me: U know ill be there. Time & place

Genna texted me the specifics and I was left to wonder how the hell was I going to go without Jason. I didn’t want to bring him for a few reasons. First off, he was my boyfriend and I didn’t want him exposed to Genna or Tara. I knew they would tell him all the crazy shit we did when we were younger. Plus, the onslaught of teasing from both of them wasn’t something I was looking forward too. Genna would tell me I was a cougar and that I loved young dick and Tara would want details about everything. The thing was, they didn’t know how serious I was about Jason, and if I did tell them, would they understand me? I knew deep down they would, but I was still hung up on the age thing. He was seven years younger for fuck’s sake.

There was a knock on the front door. I froze as I sat on the couch waiting.

“It’s me, Kass.” Jason had finally come back, not that I was happy about it. I ran to the door and opened it, letting him in.

“Didn’t I tell you I didn’t want you here anymore?” I bit out.

“I'm going to take a shower,” he said, ignoring me.

I watched as he made his merry little way up my spiral staircase. Once he was on the top spiral of the stairs I yelled out. “Genna texted me, she’s promoting a club on Saturday and I'm going.”

I watched as he stopped and turned his head down to see me.

“No! You’re not,” he said in a serious tone.

“Jason, you might be my boyfriend,” I said in air quotes. “But I'm thirty-three-years-old. So yes, I'm going!” I said curtly.

I walked away, not waiting for his reaction. We barely spoke about yesterday and when I tried the man shot me down cold. He ran down the stairs, every step he took was louder than the next.

“Kass, for fuck’s sake, there is a stalker who is pissed at you. You’re not going anywhere,” he barked.

“Well, the stalker isn’t going to stop me from going on with my life,” I huffed.

“Kass.” He gritted his teeth. “I need for you to be safe. I need to protect you and I won’t be able to do that in a fuckin’ nightclub!” he shouted.

“Well you won’t need to. You’re not invited,” I retorted bitterly.

“What?” he asked gruffly.

“I said, you’re not invited,” I repeated myself.

“Are you embarrassed of me?” he accused. I shook my head, exhausted by him. I didn’t bother answering when I walked away needing a shower.

“Kass?” he yelled.

“No!” I fired back. “I'm not embarrassed of you, but I am tired of you treating me like a child. I'm fuckin’ older than you. You don’t even know half of the things I have done and the things I’ve done happened when you were in elementary school,” I yelled. “So, stop ignoring me and what I want to say.” I watched as Jason tried his hardest not to lose his temper. “Enough, I need to work.” I went up the stairs and walked into my office. I guess I was going to pull an all-nighter.