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After spying her fiancé cheating on her, Evangeline Williamson, soon to be Alcazar, goes a little wild and Jason Morgan is just the man to accept the challenge. However, they have no idea how far Lorenzo will go to get her back nor who will sell them out to ultimately get what they want.
A/N - Warning, this fic will not be kind to Lorenzo. I'll try to update this once or twice a week.
Evangeline ran out of her fiancé's warehouse and slipped into her car. It had never crossed her mind that he would ever cheat on her. They have a great sex life and genuinely love each other. Never once had he indicated that he was unhappy, or that she didn't satisfy his needs. Tears pricked her eyes as she took off. Her guards were still back at the house, unaware that she wasn't in bed sleeping. She had put on something sexy and showed up to seduce him and instead; she found a woman already bouncing on his dick as he coaxed her along. "Asshole!" she yelled as she drove to the airport. Luckily, she always had a small suitcase packed in case they had to go on the run. Being engaged to an international arms dealer has its plusses and minuses. They had met when her law firm took one of his cases and had never looked back. He is the epitome of sexiness and brains and the lust was immediately felt. When he sought after her when he could have had anyone he wanted, spoiling her with gifts and words that would melt off her clothes, she fell for it hook, line, and sinker, ignoring any warning signs.
She made two phone calls and then pulled in front of a swanky hotel, taking her ring off and putting it in the ashtray before handing the keys to the valet and then grabbing her bag, grateful that she is paranoid and had purchased a new suitcase and routinely scanned it to make sure there were no bugs. Her watch seconds as a tracking device, so it is sitting on her dresser. She also has a credit card no one can trace and a fake name and ID that Lorenzo is not privy too. After talking to some other wives, she knows things can go south quickly and refuses to rely on anyone else for her safety. As a lawyer to some unsavory characters, they were pretty eager to help her get what she needed because she had saved them from life in prison.
"Can I get that for you?" a man asked.
"No, it's okay. I'm waiting for a cab. I'll be back later." The vehicle pulled up to the curb and she slipped inside.
"Where to?"
"Teterboro…"
He turned on his meter and only then did she let the tears flow and then quickly pulled it together and fixed her makeup. He'll eventually find her, but he'll probably look internationally first when she only plans to go about five hours away by car. When they finally arrived, she headed to the ticket counter.
"Hello, how can I help you?"
"I called and you said you can take me to Port Charles." From there, if she needs to go to Canada, it's close.
"Oh, yes. Hello, Ms. Summerville. The pilot is ready to go and waiting."
Evangeline handed her a credit card and then signed the slip once the woman finished the transaction. When she was given directions, she headed towards the plane while an employee followed with her bag. Only when she finally took a seat and buckled in did she feel safe again. There is only one other passenger, a very handsome man who is very quiet. He is muscular and has the most beautiful blue eyes she has ever seen.
The pilot moved towards them. "All right folks, this is a short flight, so you're on your own. Any questions?"
"No," Evangeline said with a warm smile.
"No, thanks," Jason said.
"Alright, we will be taxing in a few minutes and then we'll be on our way."
He disappeared and she snuck a look at Jason who is catty-corner from her but facing towards her.
Their gazes meet and she smiles before turning her attention to the magazine on her lap.
He studies her for a moment. She's beautiful. Her hair is luscious and her mocha skin is perfect, not to mention the gorgeous almond-shaped eyes. When she smiles, it lights up her face. Yeah, he would definitely be interested in her. His gaze traveled to her finger, relieved when there is no ring present.
About ten minutes after they had leveled off, they hit a bump of turbulence and her eyes shot to him.
Seeing her fear, he cleared his throat before responding. "You okay?"
"I just—I hate flying."
"We'll be fine, the pilot would have probably said something if not."
"You're right."
"Besides, I was in a plane crash once before, so the odds of me being in another one are like one in sixty million."
Her face contorts a little, forcing a smile to his lips. "I guess I'll just have to trust you on that."
"I don't lie."
"My name is Kaela Summerville."
"Jason Morgan."
In the back of her mind, she tried to place the name and wonders if he is associated with her fiancé.
"It's nice to meet you."
He nods. Usually, he would remove himself from the conversation, but he's intrigued by her. "Do you know someone in Port Charles?"
"No. I'm just trying to get away. Do you live there?"
"Yes."
"Is there any place I can get a drink and just relax?"
"Yeah. It depends on what crowd you're looking for. There's the Metro Court hotel bar and also Jake's, but that's a little more kick back."
"Jake's sounds good."
"Where are you staying?"
"I'll be at the Metro Court." She had done her research beforehand, so she is aware of the hotel and also the layout in case she needs to make a hasty exit.
"It's nice. I'll probably be at Jake's later." Unfortunately, Sonny required an update first and then he and Johnny are going to head over there.
"Well, maybe we'll see each other again then."
Jason softly smiled and then her attention returned to the magazine.
After they had finally landed, they debarked and he disappeared into a black SUV and she got into a cab, both hoping they'd see each other again.
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Evangeline selected a few outfits from the boutique along with some jeans and other accessories and then made her way back upstairs. It is 11:05 P.M., so she quickly changes and checks herself out in the mirror before smiling. Her ID, a tube of lipstick, and some money are stashed in her front pocket and then she heads downstairs and takes a cab to Jake's.
"You sure you want to go here?" the driver asks. She looks way too classy for that hole in the wall.
"Yes."
"Okay…"
She frowns, wondering what he was inferring and then hands him some money and gets out. A few bikers go inside and then she moves towards the entrance and takes a deep breath before stepping through the doorway and then smiles when she sees the crowd. It's a mix between professionals, students, and the bikers. She is immediately noticed and Johnny follows Jason's gaze. There is a smoking hot woman standing at the bar wearing tight jeans, wedges, and a halter top that exposes her flawless back. "Damn," he mutters. "I'd love to untie those bows."
Jason shakes his head and Johnny is shocked when the woman turns and locks gazes with Jason and smiles.
He returns it and then glances at his friend. "What?"
"Son of a bitch, you know her?"
"We were on the same plane."
"She's gorgeous."
"I know."
Grabbing her Cosmo, she heads towards the pool table.
"Hey," she says softly.
"Hi. I'm glad you showed up."
"Me too."
"Hi, I'm Johnny," he said before extending his hand.
She smiles and shakes it. "Kaela."
"That's a beautiful name."
"Thank you."
She took a sip of her drink. "Mind if I watch?"
"No," Jason said.
She sat on a stool off to the side and observed them. It wasn't long before someone edged towards her.
"Hi," Patrick said. "You look lonely."
Jason rolled his eyes as he lined up his shot.
"I've got company."
"I'm Patrick."
"Kaela."
"It's nice to meet you."
Johnny walked by Jason and whispered. "Since you seem very interested, what's her full name?"
"Kaela Summerville."
He types it into his phone and sends it to Stan to ask for a background check. It's standard in their business.
"He'll have it by the morning."
Jason glances at her as Patrick tries to put his moves on her, but he's not worried because he knows if she'll be going home with anyone, it will be him.
"Why don't you come over to my table and meet my friends."
"I would love to, but I came here to meet with someone."
"Who?"
"He's standing behind you."
He looks over his shoulder and groans when he spots Jason's glare. "Seriously?"
"What's wrong with him?"
"Uh, he kills people for a living and is not much of a talker."
If Eva is surprised, she doesn't show it.
"I think I can handle that."
"It's your funeral, but if you change your mind, I work at General Hospital and my full name is Patrick Drake."
"Thanks for your concern, but I'll be just fine." The information does give her pause because now she is sure that he is either one of Lorenzo's enemies or business associates. If he kills people, then he's an enforcer and he would have a need for guns.
Jason moves to her side. "You okay?"
"Yeah."
"How did you get him to leave so fast?" He took a swig of his beer.
"I told him that I was here meeting you and he told me that you kill people for a living."
Jason froze.
She smirked. "Relax, you can tell me about that later. I like this song. Will you dance with me?"
While he hates dancing, holding her in his arms is trumping his distaste for it. Taking her hand, he leads her into the area in front of the jukebox and pulls her closer and they begin to sway.
She wraps her arms around his neck and then softly sings along and Jason is mesmerized by her beautiful voice, his body following the sultry rhythm of her hips.
Emily chuckles. "Don't pout."
Patrick sticks out his lip. "I don't know how your brother does it."
"He's fucking gorgeous, that's how," Kelly said.
"He's a killer."
"From what I hear, he slays in bed too."
Emily almost spits out her drink, making everyone laugh and then she curiously gazes at the couple. Oh, her brother is definitely interested and she wonders who the stranger is and how they met.
"When you get the scoop, you better tell me," Kelly said.
Emily smiled. Jason is a very private, so it won't be one she'll be sharing.
Jason's thumb barely traces her back as it moves back and forth, causing her to tingle. While he has to wonder why she didn't trip about him killing people for a living, his lust for her supersedes his need to dig for information.
"Come home with me." His sexy, raspy voice is making her stomach do cartwheels.
"You think you've got it like that?" God, he so sexy and from the feel of his body rubbing sensually against hers, he won't disappoint.
"I think we'd be good together. You're not married, right?" She is strong, but he could also see her vulnerability, not to mention she is gorgeous from the smoothness of her velvety skin to the tips of her toes which are painted red.
A flicker of pain flashes in her eyes and he wonders if he wants to know why.
"I—I was engaged, but earlier today, I saw him with another woman and took off."
He tightens his grip. "I'm sorry. Did you say anything to him?"
"No. I just left."
"He'll probably try to find you." There is no way in hell that any man with a brain would let her walk away.
"He can try."
His brow shot up. That means that Kaela probably isn't her real name and the fact that she would have a fake ID is a huge red flag, but he ignored it for now and pressed on. "I can protect you."
They stopped moving and she bit her lip before saying, "You have no idea what you just agreed to. Take me home, Jason."
He almost groaned before letting her go and didn't even bother saying anything to Johnny before grabbing her hand and striding towards the exit. Quickly, they closed the distance to the SUV and right before opening the door, he pushed her up against it and roughly kissed her.
Evangeline is seeing stars as he kisses her torridly. She meets his intensity, grabbing his ass and squeezing as he held her face and dueled with her tongue.
"Get a room," someone yelled.
Reluctantly, he pulled back, his eyes are stormy and he is breathing a little heavier. "If I take you home, I don't think I can let you go." Just a little taste of her is driving him crazy with want.
Her tongue swipes against her lips. Her nipples are unbearably hard and she knows she's already wet. "We'll figure it out." This was not at all expected. Her heart is still reeling from the betrayal, but somehow this man had turned her world upside again. It probably wasn't the smartest thing she has ever done, but she couldn't stop herself. He thoroughly intrigued her and she needed to get to know him more. She had met a few enforcers before, but they were so cold and while she can tell he could go there, underneath his layers of protection, there is a deepness about him when he stared into her eyes, that made her toes curl.
He opens the door and she slips inside and Jason gets in and reaches the Towers in record time. They make out against the car before hurrying inside the elevator where he almost loses his patience when she takes his hand and places it on her breast.
Stumbling inside the penthouse as they kissed, he pushed the door closed and then lifted her up and her legs snaked around his waist. The bows are undone and he grabs the top and tosses it aside before removing some sort of contraption under her boobs and then sucks a nipple into his mouth. She gasps as he alternatively bites and sucks. "Jason…"
He turns and takes her upstairs and places her on his bed before ripping his shirt off. She kicked off her shoes and pushed her jeans off as he did the same.
Smiling devilishly, she yanked down his boxers and is a little shocked when she gets an eyeful of his straining cock, but it only lasted a second before it ended up in her mouth.
Jason groans as she sucks and licks him as she grips his base and then proceeds to drive him crazy. Unable to take any more when she starts to take him down her throat, he pulls away and pushes her backward, before edging her back farther as he wantonly kisses her.
"Kaela…" he breathes out.
When she freezes, he stops.
"What's wrong?"
"That's—I don't want to lie to you."
"Talk to me."
She hopes that she can really trust him because she's about to lay it on the line. "Kaela isn't my real name."
He presses his finger against her lips. "If you aren't ready to tell me, then don't. I'm not going anywhere. If it makes you feel safer, it can wait." He kisses her soulfully before coming up for air.
"Call me Eva, it's short for Evangeline."
"I will call you that when we're together, but when we are out, I'll call you Kaela. No one else has to know."
"Why are you doing this?"
"I don't know. There's just something about you—promise me that you won't leave without telling me."
His intensity is overwhelming her.
"Okay."
A/N – Let me know what you think!