The Fake Boyfriend Gambit - Chapter 12: Chapter 12

I thought we'd have more time.
But the separation came too soon—brutally sudden.
That day, stepping out of the supermarket, a craving for milk tea hit me. I sent Lucas to fetch the car from the garage.
He'd barely been gone a minute.
Then a black Panamera rolled to a stop in front of me.
I knew that car. Jason's.
I spun around and ran.
Two bodyguards lunged out, seized me, and shoved me into the backseat. The driver floored it before the door even closed.
The partition slid up, sealing me in.
"Jason, have you lost your mind? Let me go!"
"Jess," his voice was a dark caress, "after finally finding you? Never."
A shadow loomed over me, pressing me into the corner. Just as my back hit the door, his hand snaked around me, yanking me against his chest. His fingers—icy even through my clothes—traced my waist.
He was insane.
What now?
Another stint in the psych ward?
No.
Memories of my past imprisonment slithered under my skin. My breath came in jagged bursts, my body shaking so hard I could barely think. I folded in on myself, hands tucked behind my back, blindly tapping my phone screen—Lucas, I need you—
Jason's arm shot past me. He wrenched the phone from my grip.
I scrambled for it. "Jason! Stop!"
One hand pinned me in place. The other rolled down the window.
Then—as I screamed—he tossed my phone into the street.
No!
Satisfaction curled through his embrace as he pressed a kiss to my hair. "Jess, you never listen." His sigh was almost tender. "My fault, really. Shouldn't have let you wander off."
A chuckle, soft and dangerous.
"Won't happen again."