"You needed me, sir?" I asked walking into Jason's office and he smirked looking up at me.

"So it's 'sir' now?"

"Did you need something?" I asked standing by the door.

I know that if he touches me, I will lose it. And forget everything. And I have been doing good these past few days.

He stood up and moved even closer.

"I sent my secretary. Why did you send her away?"

"Because I wanted to talk to you." He said moving even closer.

I went even closer to the door with my hand on the knob.

"What do you want?" I gulped slightly tightening my hold on the knob.

"You."

Before he can move even closer, I turned to knob to get out but be grabbed me, pulling me back before slamming the door shut.

I groaned when he turned me around and I tried to get out of his arms.

"Jason, let go of me."

"No."

"Let go." I said loudly and he tightened his hold on me.

"Come on. Stop that." He whispered pulling me closer to him. "I told you I was sorry. Don't be mad because of that. I'm sorry." He said pulling further inside the office. He stopped in front of his desk.

"And I told you that I forgave you."

"Not the way I want you to."

"That's too bad." I pushed him off and turned again.

I ignored the rolling of his chair that followed, which was wrong of me because he was in front of the door in seconds. I looked at him like the crazy man he was when he stretched out his legs and looked up at me without saying a word.

"Are you crazy?" I asked looking at him.

"Yes."

"Move away from the door." I said and he just locked the door and made himself more comfortable.

"Talk to me."

"I am talking to you." I furrowed holding my things to my chest.

"Not the way I like."

"You broke up with me." I said, knowing it would annoy him.

"I did NOT b-" He paused and clenched his jaw tightly. "Just forgive me."

"I forga-"

"Victoria!" he took a deep trying to control his temper.

Well that's new.

I looked at him and shrugged. "I told you what I wanted. You can't do those things and leave me out of it. How else will you learn?" I asked and ran to the other side of the office as he stood up and started making his way toward me.

"Get over here." He hissed, glaring at me as I stood on the other side of desk, and I stood my ground.

"I don't want to. I want to go back to my office and finish my work."

"We are not getting out of this office until I get what I want." He said walking around the desk and I went to the other side.

"Victoria, stop this."

I bit my lip placing my things on the desk. If he was a child, I'm sure he would be pouting, which made me want to laugh. Instead I just looked at him.

He kept looking at me waiting and when I didn't say anything

"Have it your way." He shrugged and grabbed his computer before going back to the chair in front of the door.

He sat down and started working.

"Are you serious right now?" I asked in disbelief.

"Very." He replied without looking up from his work.

I huffed and stomped to the couch and sat down. I can't believe this.

"You can't be keep me here."

"Yes I can. I want you to take back what you said."

"What did I say?" I said exasperated.

"That you were single." His eyes bored into mine in all seriousness. "You're not single because I'm not letting you. But I want you to take it back."

"You're crazy."

He nodded. "Take it back."

"No."

"Then you'll know that I am way more stubborn than you. You are not going anywhere."

I crossed my arms over my chest glaring at him, as he just went back to his work.

"You know me being single is not your choice."

He scoffed looking at me intently. "You think you can be with me, tell me you love me, and break up. It doesn't work like that. You and I are not breaking up. The sooner you understand it, the easier it will be."

I just turned resting my legs on the couch as I looked at the view. If he gets tired, he will let me leave. We will have to leave at some point.

Right.

We are not breaking up?Does he even know if his feelings for me are deep enough to talk that way? How can you be sure of that if you're not sure about how you feel?

"Are you even in love with me?" I blurted out before I could stop myself.

If there was a time to talk about it. Now was a good time, right? Since we apparently not going anywhere.

"I am."

I turned my head so quick that I thought I was going to break it. I just furrowed my eyebrows, maybe waiting for him to repeat what he said.

"I am." He repeated, probably guessing my thoughts. "I just don't need to sing it right and left, to make it obvious. You should know by now."

My mouth just opened and closed, not knowing what to say because I wasn't expecting that answer.

At all.

That's hilarious. I have been waiting for this for years. And now that he's said it, I can't even open my mouth. I don't even know to make it move.

I was expecting him to give me some indirect answers like he always does. But then again, Jason is unpredictable.

"Oh." Was all I could say and he let out a chuckle.

"That's all you got. I thought you were deeper than that, Victoria."

I just opened my mouth and closed it once more just looking at him, completely lost. I'm sure I looked like an idiot right now, because he was just sitting looking at me amused while I looked completely lost.

"Victoria."

"Huh." I answered and he laughed again standing up.

I didn't move an inch when we moved closer. He grabbed my legs and sat down before placing them back on his lap.

"I've never seen you so quiet. Do you want me to say it?"

I'm glad you find me amusing. Idiot. I wanted to say but I just kept quiet, suddenly being afraid to use my voice.

I shook my head.

"I love you." He said and I tensed slightly when I felt electricity all over my body.

God. Please let this not be a dream.

And at this moment, everything I was mad about went out of the window. I honestly didn't even know what I was mad about.

He's in love with me. I'm not crazy.

"I told you I wanted to marry you in Italy. And you didn't say no."

I went from shock to confusion.

What on earth is he talking about? We were just playing.

His hand went in his pocket and I tensed more than I thought possible when he pulled out a small box. His hand grabbed mine and he placed it on it. He opened it and I don't definitely thought that my heart wouldn't make it at the sight of the ring.

"I want you to be my wife."

My eyes felt hot and just stayed wide as they stayed glued on the ring.

"You were the one who always said that you didn't want those one knee proposal, because you would feel awkward and just like seeing them on TV. Which is good, because I hate them too." He continued and I blinked as I felt tears begin tickling my cheeks.

I couldn't say anything so I just kept my eyes on the same spot.

"But I want to annoy the shit out of you until I grow old and handsome." He said and I smiled lightly. "An why are you crying?"

I sniffed lightly and placed my hand on my cheek to wipe tears away.

"So do you want it?" He asked and I laughed lightly.

What kind of man is that?

I smiled and looked at him. "I do have the choice, right?"

"You did before. But my dad said to never leave you the choice, so_" He grabbed the ring and my hand before placing it on my finger.

Yeah he's lucky that's what I want.