Deadly Perception

Nick's birthday? Tomorrow? No wait, that's today since it's early in the morning. Surprise? One that he'll never forget? I wonder what exactly that meant. Maybe Jack would finally let me go back to him. Considering Jack, it was a huge stretch, but a girl can dream, right?

"What type of present?" I demanded as the door opened and Blaze came down the stairs. I glared up at him and he returned the gesture flipping me off with his middle finger at the same time. Bastard! In his hand, he had a large black bag, which looked much too big for the contents it contained. Blaze outstretched his arm offering the bag to Jack, who took it with a smirk. What's in there?

Blaze left, but not before tossing me an amused glance. Jack turned to me and smiled evilly thinking over my question. "Do you know the other reason why you're here?" He answered my question with his own. I shook my head. "You're here because ever since the day I met you, I knew I had to have you. In every way possible." Translation: He wants my virginity. Just the thought made me shudder. He noticed, but only continued what he was saying.

"So, I figured why can't I have it both ways. The money and you." He put extra emphasis on the 'you'. "Of course, if I wanted to get the money Nick owes, I'd have to do something big." He outstretched his arms to prove his point. "But, I don't want to kill you before I get a chance to play with you." Play? I don't want to play! "So, after careful deliberation I had a plan, a way to sidestep your death, but still get my point across to Nick." I didn't like the sound of that/

I watched closely as Jack reached into the black bag and pulled out a pair of clothes. If I thought that what I was wearing now was hardly enough, this outfit was downright prostitute worthy. It was crumbled up in his hands, but I could see several pieces of clothing. Several pieces that looked like they had the amount of fabric of a bikini top.

"No!" I said forcefully. Jack growled at me and produced a hand gun from his pocket. I shrunk back in fear as he pressed it between my eyes.

"Look, princess," he snarled. "This gun has seen a lot of blood and guts. It's seen James Middleton's, Michael Grant's, and so much more. And soon, it's going to see yours if you don't put on that god damn outfit. It's six in the morning and Nick will be here soon. I don't have time for your stubborn shit." My mouth was dry and I nodded in compliance as I went cross-eyed in order to watch the barrel of the gun. "Good girl," Jack said smirking as he unchained me and I fell to the floor. He picked up the clothes and kept the gun aimed at my head. "Strip," he demanded.

"In front of you?" I asked dumbly. The threatening glare of the gun was enough to frighten me out of my normal strong attitude.

"Yes," he clicked the gun. "Now," he growled. As much as I didn't want to, I obliged. Thankfully, I had a bra and underwear on underneath it so that I wasn't completely naked. Once my shirt and shorts were off, Jack kicked the first item of clothing toward me and he raised an eyebrow daring me to object. It was a dark red sports bra. I pulled it on. It was too small and tight as hell. I guess that's what Jack was going for- the tighter it was, the more it showed.

Then he handed me the next item. It was a short sleeved little black jacket. At first I was grateful because I thought it covered my exposed stomach and midriff. Unluckily, it didn't. It only reached the middle of my ribs and buttoned at the bottom. Lastly, was the black skirt. No better than a little cheap piece of fabric that covered my butt. When I was done, I sat back against the wall with my knees pulled to my chest and my arms around them. I felt like a whore, and I could feel the last of my dignity slowly slipping away.

"So. Incredibly. Sexy," Jack murmured as he came toward me. I shrunk back into the wall. I didn't want him to touch me, or look at me. "You're lucky we're on a tight schedule, or else I'd take you right here, right now." No, no, no. This is a nightmare! "But..." He cupped my chin and rubbed his thumb affectionately over my cheek. Wait! Scratch that. Jack isn't capable of affection. "Soon enough," was all he said, more to himself than me. That statement left me rather confused. What's soon enough?

Jack took hold of my arm and began to drag me away from the wall and up the stairs. I tried my hardest to prevent my skirt from slipping up my hips, but it didn't do much good. When we got to the living room, I saw all the guys standing around a big blue box. It was large enough for a human being to fit in. I wonder what went in there.

Not only that, but they were all staring at me like they expected something.