The Girl in the Hoodie is Mine Chapter 184: Consummating The Contract Marriage

Ella’s POV:

Waking up naked—yes, completely freaking naked—cuddling with Jason on the damn living room floor was not how I expected my life to go.

What the hell did we do?!

I blinked up at the ceiling, my mind foggy, my body sore in places I didn’t even want to think about, and my limbs tangled with Jason’s like we had been glued together in so unholy, sinful ss.

Wait. Wait.

Rewind.

I slept with Jason.

I. FREAKING. SLEPT. WITH. JASON.

What the actual hell?!

Panic slamd into my chest so hard I almost choked on air.

Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.

My heart pounded as mories started flooding back.

The drug. The heat. The overwhelming need.

The way Jason had fought against it at first. The way I had clung to him, begging for relief.

And then...

The mont we both lost control.

Oh. My. God.

I buried my face in my hands, mortified.

I needed to get out of here. Now.

But just as I tried to move, the heavy weight of Jason’s arm tightened around my waist, pulling closer.

Oh, you’ve got to be kidding .

I stilled. Held my breath.

Maybe—just maybe—he was still asleep, and I could sneak out before he woke up.

But no.

Of course not.

Because life hated .

Jason groaned, his voice deep and raspy, his grip tightening around as he buried his face in my hair.

Oh, hell no.

I shoved at his chest, trying to untangle myself.

Big mistake.

Huge mistake.

Because the mont my hands pushed against his bare chest, my traitorous brain had the audacity to remind how firm and warm his body was.

Damn it!

"Stop moving," Jason grumbled, his voice husky with sleep. "Too early."

"Too early for what?" I snapped. "For to have a complete ltdown?! Because that’s already happening!"

He groaned again, blinking half-awake, his grip on still solid.

And then, as if the universe wasn’t already cruel enough, he shifted—and I felt him.

ALL. OF. HIM.

I froze.

He froze.

Silence.

A long, awkward, tension-thick silence.

Jason sucked in a slow breath.

Then—

"Oh, fuck."

Exactly, asshole.

I yanked the blanket over my chest and practically yeeted myself out of his grip, scrambling away as if my life depended on it.

Jason sat up, his hair an absolute ss, his expression shifting from confused to horrified in real-ti.

It would’ve been hilarious if I wasn’t also freaking the hell out.

He looked around. Took in the ss of clothes scattered across the living room floor.

His gaze landed on .

My very, very naked self.

His lips parted.

Then—

"Holy. Shit."

"Yeah," I deadpanned, clutching the clothes like it was my last line of defense. "Holy shit indeed."

Jason ran both hands down his face, exhaling sharply. "Tell we didn’t—"

"Oh, we did," I cut in, my voice shrill. "We so freaking did."

He paled. "But we were—"

"Drugged? Yeah. And still managed to have an entire goddamn porn scene in our freaking living room."

Jason groaned, tilting his head back like he wanted to scream at the universe.

Sa, Jason. Sa.

I clenched my jaw, my heart pounding out of my chest.

I needed to fix this.

We needed to fix this.

Before it got worse.

I took a deep breath, squared my shoulders, and looked Jason dead in the eye.

"Listen," I said, voice firm. "This never happened."

Jason blinked. "Excuse ?"

"You heard . It. Never. Happened."

Jason scoffed, running a hand through his already ssy hair. "Ella, we literally—"

"Nope! Nope! We do not talk about it. Ever."

"But—"

"EVER, JASON."

His jaw worked. Then he exhaled, rubbing his temples.

"Fine," he muttered. "Never happened."

"Good."

"Great."

"Perfect."

Another silence.

I swallowed hard, gripping the blanket even tighter.

But then, because life apparently wasn’t done ruining , Jason smirked.

A slow, knowing, downright infuriating smirk.

"Although..." he drawled, tilting his head. "If it had happened—hypothetically, of course—it would’ve been really, really good."

I threw a pillow at his face.

"Shut up, Jason!"

I clutched the clothes to my chest like my life depended on it, but it wasn’t doing a damn good job of covering . Why the hell were blankets so small when you actually needed them?!

I needed to get out of here. Fast.

But there was one big, glaring problem.

I was naked.

And Jason was very much awake.

And he wouldn’t stop staring.

I scowled at him, my body burning in embarrassnt. "Get up, Jason. Go to your room first so I can leave."

Instead of obeying like a decent human being, the asshole snickered and smirked, propping himself up on one elbow like he was enjoying the show.

Oh, he was absolutely loving this.

"What are you scared of, really?" Jason drawled, his voice obnoxiously smug.

Oh, I don’t know, Jason. Maybe the fact that I’M BUTT-NAKED IN FRONT OF YOU?!

Before I could spit out a retort, he smirked even wider, his eyes dipping way too low for my liking.

"I’ve already seen it, touched it, and even tasted it," he mused, pure amusent dripping from his voice.

Oh. My. God.

I turned bright red in an instant, my brain short-circuiting from the sheer audacity of this man.

Without thinking, I grabbed the nearest pillow and launched it at his face with the force of all my mortification.

He ducked.

Of course, he ducked.

Cocky bastard.

But in my stupid mont of pillow-throwing rage, I made a fatal mistake.

The clothes I was clutching? Yeah. It slipped.

And before I could scramble to cover myself, Jason’s sharp inhale filled the room.

I froze.

Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.

His eyes were locked on my chest, his jaw clenching so hard I could see the muscle tick.

I quickly yanked the blanket back up, my hands shaking, my face probably on fire at this point.

Jason exhaled slowly through his nose, dragging his hand over his face as if that would erase whatever the hell he just saw.

Too bad for him, his eyes still looked dangerously dark when they flickered back to mine.

"I swear to God, Jason," I hissed, gripping the blanket like it was the last thread of my dignity, "if you say one word—"

Jason grinned, oh so smugly, before casually stretching his arms over his head—which, by the way, only highlighted his ridiculously toned body and made hate myself even more.

Why the hell did he have to be so hot?!

Focus, Ella! This is not the ti for hormones!

Jason tilted his head, his eyes shalessly raking over again.

"You know," he mused, his voice low and teasing, "for soone who’s so embarrassed about being naked, you weren’t exactly shy about it last night."

I gasped, completely scandalized. "JASON!"

He just chuckled, completely unbothered, like he wasn’t playing with fire right now.

"Just saying," he shrugged, his smirk downright sinful at this point.

I was going to murder him.

Right after I figured out how to escape this situation with my dignity intact.

Oh. My. God.

Jason was naked.

Like, completely, shalessly, gloriously naked.

And instead of having the decency to at least grab a shirt like a normal human being, he just stood up in all his naked glory like he was in a damn perfu comrcial.

I scread and slapped my hands over my eyes so fast I nearly poked myself in the process.

"AARGH!"

Jason, the absolute nace, chuckled.

CHUCKLED.

"Relax, wifey. It’s not like you haven’t seen it before," he said casually, stretching his arms like he wasn’t standing there butt-ass naked, looking like sin incarnate.

I peeked through my fingers, just a tiny bit.

Mistake.

Jason caught .

And he knew it.

His lips curled into that infuriatingly smug smirk as he tilted his head, looking way too pleased with himself.

"You know, you’re free to look, wifey," he teased, his voice dropping just enough to make my stomach flip.

My entire face went up in flas as I quickly slamd my hands back over my eyes.

I hated him.

I hated myself more for actually being tempted.

I heard his footsteps as he finally started heading toward the stairs.

Thank God.

I was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he suddenly paused mid-step.

I frowned, peeking through my fingers again, but this ti, his expression wasn’t teasing anymore.

His face had gone dark.

"You know," he said slowly, his voice losing its usual playfulness, "Jake was the one who drugged you."

I blinked.

The air in the room shifted.

"And I don’t think it was you were supposed to have slept with," Jason added, his tone unreadable.

My stomach dropped.

The realization hit like a ton of bricks.

Jake.

I had been so stupid.

So blind.

I thought he was a good guy.

I thought he was my friend.

Jason let the words sink in, his eyes locked onto mine, as if waiting for to connect the dots.

Then, without another word, he turned around and walked off, leaving there stunned, furious, and utterly humiliated.

But despite the absolute rage boiling in my veins...

I still couldn’t help but admire the view.

I groaned, dropping my head into my hands.

I was so screwed.