Free Taking Chances by M Andrews

fault we fell in love,” I bark back.
    “Ha, love. That’s rich. Jason, I’ve been your publicist for twelve years and I know you don't do love. So drop the act,” she scoffs. “Thanks to you, and your inability to keep your dick in your pants, my company is out sixty grand and one of my best assistants. I’m sorry Nina, but you’re fired.”
    “You can’t fire me. I need this job.” The tears start streaming down Nina’s cheeks.
    “I’m sorry, sweetheart, you should have thought about that before you decided to screw your boss,” Susan replies callously.
    I drop to my knees in front of Nina, cupping her face in my hands. “You don’t need this job, Nina. I’ll take care of you.”
    “Jason, I can’t let you do that.”
    “You can and you will, Nina. I love you and I want to do this,” I plead.
    “You really love her, don’t you?” Susan looks down at us, her hardened expression begins to soften.
    “I want to marry this woman if she will have me.” I look lovingly into Nina’s tear stained eyes. “Will you marry me, Nina?”
    The sadness in Nina’s eyes gives way to joy and a tiny smile begins to pull at her lips while I wait with bated breath for her response.
    “This is completely crazy and you’re insane, but I must be, too. Because, yes Jason, I will marry you.”

 
    My hand slams against the leather seat of the limo, bracing myself as Jason pounds into me from behind. I glance up at my hand spying my new three-carat diamond engagement ring. I told Jason it was too much while we were at the jewelry store, but in typical Jason fashion, he bought it anyway. But that’s Jason for you, once he sees something he wants he stops at nothing until he gets it. Me being a prime example of that.
    I never could have imagined a month ago when I got on that plane to Vancouver that my life would change so drastically. I was happy living out my boring little life, working at a job I loved and going home alone every night. At least, I thought I was happy. I never knew what true happiness was until I finally let myself succumb to my feelings for Jason. The emptiness I had always felt is now gone. It’s been replaced with the love of the man I adore. God, do I love Jason. I’ve loved him since the day we met. He fulfills me in so many ways, not just in the bedroom. He treats me like a queen, something I’m still trying to get used to. I’ve spent my entire adult life taking care of myself it’s hard to hand the reins over to someone else. But I’m willing to try with him.
    I can feel myself on the verge of losing all control when I feel Jason's hand slide over my mouth, muffling my screams as I come. And just in the nick of time too, our limo now pulling up to the theater where there are thousands of screaming fans waiting to catch a glimpse of my man.
    "Are you feeling relaxed now?" I ask, sliding my panties back into place.
    Jason tucks himself back into his slacks and runs his hand through his hair. One of the things I've learned while working with Jason is that he suffers from anxiety when it comes to public events or speaking to large groups, which makes sense why he shows up to interviews and premieres late and why he’s so fidgety. Before, I’d have him doing deep breathing exercises or if he was in really bad shape, he’d take medication for it. So I’m hoping plowing me in the back of the limo will keep him relaxed enough to make it through this premiere.
    “That was so much better than those stupid breathing exercises.” He leans over and kisses my cheek. “Thanks, babe.”
    “It was my pleasure.”
    The driver opens our door and Jason steps out. The screams going wild when the girls see him come into view. Scream all you want girls, that beautiful man is mine. I readjust my dress then slide out and hide behind Jason as the flashes of cameras begin bursting in the night sky. Little do they know Jason just fucked his PA, scratch that, he just fucked his fiancée in the back of his