Jace

Jace ran his hand through his hair before leading Colette inside. His home, his- used to be home. He couldn't stare at it and let memories swell back within him. So many memories, some heartfelt, loving, some traumatic, jaw clenching. He could feel his mothers soft skin against him as he hugged her before she sent him onto the bus. His first day of school. Then he could feel her cold, pale skin of her lifeless hand. Jace could feel his body tense as he tried to draw away from the memories. His eyes snapped to his father suddenly walking inside the room. "Father." He greeted, coldly but recieved the same, "Jace." His fathers eyes were a deep forest green alike to his... He hated how he was just alike to his father. Like they say, Father like son. His teeth greeted at how much he hated genes and dna. "Well, should we sit down and talk about nothing or head our way to the bar?" Morgan budded in his thinking. Jace stared at Colette for a second, searching her eyes before speaking, "Give us a second I need to talk to my wife-to be." He murmered before taking her to the side. Jace tilted her chin up and quietly muttered something, "If you feel the need to leave, you tell me okay?" He stared into her eyes with a serious so cold yet warm at the same time. Once she nodded and agreed he smile letting relief and a warmth to pulse off him. He led her back to them, "Alright we can go." Jace hummed as his father gave a toothy smile and headed out to the car followed by Morgan. He slipped into place behind them and saw the limo pull up into the drive way. They had to get a limo for some aparent reason... Sighing he held the door for Colette then slid beside her shutting the door behind him. His father and Morgan sat across from him. Jace rubbed his temple with his hand as his other hand tightened around hers. His irritation, nervousness, and.. The tensity pulsing off him. He was already not enjoying this. Jace turned his head out towards the window as he father and Morgan began a conversation with Colette. He drowned them out in the back of his mind but he never let his focus fall from her. If he sensed something wrong he'd stop it instantly.

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Jace could feel the tension rise and grow off Colette and he was more than happy to stop it. His teeth gritted as Morgan kept stealing glances off her like she was a piece of meat. Growling his grip tightened a bit too harsh as he spoke up, "Morgan would you keep your eyes off my wife?" He snarled as Morgan sneered and hs father rubbed his temples. His father had listened to all their quarrels and was throughly tired of them. "Aw someone upset?" Morgan had the audacity to tease. Any second now Jace was going to lurch forward and punch his brother into a pulp. His fist bawled at the thought of proving his brother wrong. He felt more protective over Colette than any of his previous lovers and he was not going to let Morgan ruin that. "Morgan I don't want to listen to your foolish, boyish acts. Now shut up, keep your eyes off her, and actually listen for once!" Jaces voice got slighty louder and agrier than a wild animal protecting what was its. And it was true, Colette was his and he would not settle for less. Morgan glared and rolled his eyes before compling. Jace let out a sigh of relief and let Colette sink into his arms. "I'm sorry if your uneasy, scared, or yknow just tense..." He whispered into her ear giving her the most sinsere of his heart. His temper was not going to allow this any longer. She was his and if Morgan was going to try to break that he'd break Morgan first in more ways than one. His mind quickly lingered back to Colette. He stared into her eyes with a love so warm and sweet it would change your whole view on him. His eyes didn't draw anywhere else did she replied.

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Jace remained focused on Colette the rest of the ride making sure to bat off any conversation with Morgan. His eyes met the window as they arrived. A flicker of relief at last swims his dark forest eyes. Once the driver stopped Jace slipped out opening the door for Colette. The bar was relitively fancy. What you would expect for slums to hide at and millionares to drown at. Nothing too shabby at the same time. His mind drifted back to Colette as she slipped out the car. A comforting smile drifted along his lips as she caught his gaze. Though he may feel tense and uneasy he wasn't going to worry her with his burdens. His father and Morgan came out from behind her. Closing the door behind them all he walked alongside Colette. Once they reached inside he felt slightly nervous again. People, there was people swarming the many bar tables and counters. Near the end of the room was the other entrance to the more resturant area. He now closely led Colette into the room yet when Morgan saw he let out a shrill laugh, "Awhh not going to grab a drink??" Jace gritted his teeth, "Shes 19 if you don't remember, oh wait you don't because this is all one little game to you right?" He snapped at Morgan, his father for once stood between them, "Just keep going I don't feel the need to drink tonight anyways." And like that Morgan rolled his eyes and followed Jace. Finding a well looking booth he let Colette sit first then he slipped in beside her. His dad was across from her and Morgan across from Jace. "Perfect, I have to sit by the idiot brother, better than him staring down Colette though." He thought to himself before his attention darted up to the most revealing waitress he had ever seen. Her eyes softly darkened as his eyes met her outfit. He could feel the guilt and shame pulsing off her. Probably didn't want to wear such- dark clothing. Her skirt so short and tight you could see red lines on her waist when she adjusted it and her crop-top so tight it looked hard to breathe in. Being a better person than most he tried not to look or bring any attention towards it but ohh Morgan was basking in it. Jace sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, "I'll take a sweet tea." He muttered to the girl before letting Colette order. Then his father and Morgan ordered.

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Jace tilted his head back staring up at the celing as his father and Morgan began to talk about the company. He gritted teeth is frustration, when the company was mentioned he was mentioned and within seconds his father used his name, "Jace, you've been doing that book work correct? Transferring all the new sales together with the other company?" With a nod he straightened up and sat for the long haul, "Good, Morgan is working on our shops and getting word out all our stores and what not." Then as father continued to yap he drowned them out. He sighed before realizing they were still at a resturant. His eyes searched the menu, grazing past all the "drinks" god a shot did sound good to deal with these two but wasn't going to do that, not today, not with Colette, maybe not ever. Searching more he finnaly came to a conclusion he'd be getting the fried pickles and some cheese enchiladas. Sighing he spoke up to breake the twos rambles, "Have y'all decided what to get?" Jace asked remotely calm, but there was a bitter tang of cold hiss to it. "I'll be having the fried shrimp and the tater tots." Replied his father, "Uh, think ill get the hush puppies and fish." Followed by Morgan. He was grateful he wasn't like them. Both liking fish. Then his gaze rested to Colette as to include her. Before he got an answer out her the poor waiter slipped by our table dropping off drinks of ours. "Okay everybodi' ready?" The girl had a southern accent and once everyone gave a reletive yes she ushered us on, "Okay, uh Ill be getting the fish hon with the hush puppies." His teeth gritted at Morgan spat that out, teasing and hitting on the waitress. "Enough Morgan, I'll have the cheese enchilada dinner." Jace shooed Morgan off from hitting on her and answered. "Well, I'll have the fried shrimp and tater tots." The waiter nodded with a relitively calm smile. His gaze fell to Colette rubbing her hand in circles as she answered last.