Erotica:

Rated: R

Chapter Two


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Elizabeth had gotten off work early, just to see him sooner then expected. She was in a good mood that day, and had bought a whole new outfit that cost half her paycheck; just to surprise what she believed was her boyfriend. Coleman, the bartender, said he hadn’t seen him leave anytime soon, so she decided to walk up to his room upstairs. She hated that he lived in a dingy bar, with half-dressed women walking around, but she knew he wasn’t like that.

Her hand raised and she knocked on the door, softly. “Jason? It’s me, Elizabeth.”


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Of course, she would’ve gotten there earlier then what he thought. He was hoping that Courtney would’ve been gone by the time she showed up, not for him but for her. He knew that AJ could easily find out what was going on if someone caught her in his room. Not that he cared, though, it would be an honor to see the look on AJ’s face when he found out he had been screwing his wife, but if it was important to keep it a secret to Courtney, then it was important to him. After all, he wasn’t sleeping with her because she was married to his “half brother” he was sleeping with her because she was everything he craved; she satisfied him.


Courtney cursed and rubbed her forehead to keep a headache from coming. It was just her luck for someone to show up, and interrupt them. She sighed as she quickly fixed her hair, and then grabbed her purse and jacket which had been thrown to the floor. “I’ll go wait in the bathroom. Tell me when she’s gone.”


With a quick kiss to his lips, she was gone, and walking towards the small bathroom and closing the door, with the lights off.


Jason watched, and made sure it was safe before pulling the door open. He managed a weak, fake smile, hoping she didn’t see past him. “Elizabeth, what are you doing here…I thought you were going to be here at 7:00?”


Elizabeth smiled brightly and shrugged, “I thought I’d cut my shift early and come by and see you…” her words faded, and her gaze registered on his body, clad only in a bath towel. “Oh, I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?”


“I was in the middle of a shower, that’s all.”


“Oh.”


He felt her arms go around him, and he was forced into her hug. He wrapped his arms loosely around her small body and took in a deep breath. How was he going to get rid of her, long enough to get rid of Courtney?


The brunette pulled back and breezed past him, into the small room. She let her eyes wander around briefly, before turning to him with the bottle of cheap Champagne she had picked up for the night, in hand. “I thought we could use a little wine, no?”


“Elizabeth, what’s this about? I know you wanted to meet me…but why for dinner?”


“I thought we needed to talk about a few things, that’s all.” She grabbed some glasses and then made her way back over to him, grabbing the bottle and popping the cork.


Jason’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “What about?”


Elizabeth turned to him, handing him a glass filled with a generous amount and one for her. “Us.”


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Courtney glanced down at her wrist, doing her best to read the numbers on the silver watch. She really didn’t want to be in this bathroom all night, listening to Elizabeth flaunt herself at Jason over and over again, and Jason doing nothing to stop it. Although, she shouldn’t be jealous. She was having an affair herself, being a married woman and all. She wasn’t proud of it…she just couldn’t stay away from Jason for some reason.

She told herself it was just sex; he was reckless in bed and that’s what she liked. He drove her fast and hard, and that’s what she needed. Someone that was worth her while, and during that time, she can be getting the dough in from husband Quartermaine. Sure, it sounded messed up but he has treated her badly ever since he first tricked her into marriage. Treating her like a piece of shit he picked up from the streets and brought into his mansion.


If it was anyone else, well almost anyone else, except Elizabeth Courtney wouldn’t be hiding right now. But she knew AJ went into Kelly’s a lot, and from time-to-time would make small talk with that Elizabeth Weber person. That pissed her off; she knew that woman wouldn’t think twice about ratting to her husband about being in Jason Morgan’s apartment.


She also knew that she lived at the Penthouse on and off. That was Jason’s other place, the one across the hall from Sonny Corinthos, his partner/boss. She wondered why he wouldn’t stay in the penthouse, instead of a rundown apartment at Jakes. He was simple; maybe that was why. But she liked it.



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A few minutes later, Jason walked out of the bedroom area dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt that drew tight across his wide chest and broad shoulders. He stared at Elizabeth for a moment, standing a few feet across from her. “Okay, I’m dressed; now we can talk.”

She nodded and sat down at the table, running her finger around the rim of the glass. “Actually, I thought we can skip ahead with the talking.”


“Okay, where do you want to go eat? We can talk there about ‘us’.”


“No talking.”


Jason sighed; he was getting frustrating with her short answers and just wanted her to be straight with him. “What do you want, Elizabeth?”


Although, she still didn’t answer. She stood up from her place at the small table and walked over to him, running her hands down to her hips. “Do I look nice tonight, Jason?”


He was bewildered and wondering why she was acting like this. This wasn’t the waitress he knew, and seriously wondered if she was on something. “Um…yeah, I guess.”


She laughed and put her hands around his neck, running them down his back and to his chest. “You guess?” Before he can get another word out, she had pulled his head down and kissed him.


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Courtney was against the door, listening the best she could. She had heard the words Elizabeth was trying to whisper “seductively” to Jason and she almost gagged. It was disgusting and she had to think twice about going out there, and making her presence known. She trusted Jason to get her out of there, being unseen.


She heard the talking, and then suddenly, everything went silent. Their probably was many reasons on why that happened, but she could only think of one. Elizabeth had kissed him, or he kissed her.


He better not have enjoyed it.


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Jason pulled back from the kiss she had started, and stared down at her face. She began to lean up towards him, and he backed away just as the phone went off. He glanced around for it, finally finding it fallen carelessly on the couch.


“Hello?” Jason rubbed his forehead and sighed into the phone, hearing Sonny’s angry voice. He nodded his head to himself, silently thanking his boss for the interruption. “Alright, I’ll be right over.”


He ended the call and looked towards Elizabeth. “I’ve gotta go.”


“I heard.” She sounded disappointed, and Jason suddenly felt guilty.


“We’ll do this another time?”


“Yeah.”


She stood up on her tip-toes to kiss his cheek softly, before taking her bag and walking out the apartment. Jason watched her leave, and waited a moment after the door was closed to call out to Courtney. “It’s safe to come out.”


A second later, the bathroom door opened and Courtney walked out, making her way over towards him. “Thank God, I thought she’d never leave.”


The light in the room finally let her read the time on her watch and she cursed to herself, seeing how late she was. She’d told AJ she’d only be gone an hour, and that was almost well over three hours ago.


“Do you have a hot date or something?” He joked sarcastically.


She nodded and reached into her bag, grabbing her phone out. “I told AJ I’d be home a while ago. He’s probably worried.”


“Yeah, to worried. Probably already hitting the bottle as we speak.”


She gave him a stern look. “Very funny.”


“I’m just telling the truth.”


She ignored his comments and dialed the familiar number on her cell, waiting for answer. After the first few rings, someone picked up. “AJ?”


“Courtney, where the hell are you?!”


“I’m at Kelly’s, baby, having some coffee with my mom.” She lied to him easily, almost feeling shameful.


Jason stood behind her, smirking at her excuse. She could make anything, sound real. Her mother was probably downstairs at the bar, getting drunk as they spoke.


He leaned down and pressed his lips against her neck, his hands reaching around her small body to cup her full breasts in his hands. He slid one of his hands up and slipped it inside her top where the V-neck was.


She sighed quietly and tilted her head back onto his shoulder, the phone still attached to her ear. “I’ll be home in a few minutes, okay?”


“Please, Courtney, I need you here. This is important to my family.”


“Bye,” She hung up and shoved her phone back in her purse, before turning around and looking at Jason. “I have to go.” She playfully poked his chest, “And so do you. I heard your phone call.”


“Yeah.”


He watched her walk past him, towards the door. She was going a little fast, anxious to get home and he called out to her, reaching his hand out. “Wait.”


Courtney turned back to him, confused by the demand. She stared at his face for a second before crossing the two feet between them and pressing her mouth against his, firmly. He went to pull back and let her leave, but her arms snaked around his neck, her right hand still clutching her purse. He moaned softly, and opened his mouth slightly, meeting her tongue halfway.


Her tongue wrapped around his, and they scrambled for purchase. A little while later, she wrenched her mouth away from his, when they both needed air and turned her face into his shoulder for a moment.


She pulled back and cleared her throat. “Just something to make you forget those kisses Elizabeth had given you.” She ran her thumb across his bottom lip and titled her head back slightly. “Your mine.”


With that said, she pulled away and blew him one more kiss, before walking out, closing the door behind her.


Jason watched her leave, too, and couldn’t help the smirk that touched his mouth. She sure was something, too.



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After only fifteen minutes of being home, Courtney just about lost her mind. She had walked in on the family arguing, as usual, over who was going to take over all of ELQ’s profits and businesses. AJ had been “grateful” to her for coming home right after she called, and sitting quietly through the meeting with him.


She knew he wanted ELQ. He wanted to be in charge again, and she also knew he was looking for her support but she wasn’t up to give it. Now, she was sitting on the over stuffed couch, her legs crossed, thinking about how she wanted to be anywhere but there.


Before she knew it, the room was slowly beginning to clear out and she was left alone with AJ. She watched as he paced back in forth in front of the wet bar, with a scowling look on his face. They had all practically teamed up on him, calling him sad pathetic names like drunk and low life and she knew he was fighting a war within himself over having a nice, cold glass of Vodka.


“Well…that was something.”


AJ nodded his head in agreement, “They think they can win over me.” He laughed sarcastically and stopped pacing, to turn and look at his wife. “They have another thing coming to them.”


She smiled a smile that said she knew better. “Really? When has that ever happened?”


He sighed and ran his hand over his face, “Why can’t you ever just have faith in me?”


Courtney shrugged, her eyebrows furrowed and a stern look washed over her face. “When have you ever given me a reason too?”


“Typical, cold Courtney,” He spat at her, harshly. “A real wife would take care of her husband, instead of running around town doing god knows what.”


She stood up from the couch and made her way over towards the wet bar where he stood. She breezed by him and picked up one of the Crystal bottles filling up a glass to the top. “Here, AJ, have a drink.” She held it out to him, her eyes gazing at him with a grin. “I think we both know this is what you really want, right?”


In seconds later, the glass that once had her slender fingers curled around it was stolen from her grasp and thrown across the room, shattering against the wall. It shocked her, and made her actually jump. “Jesus, AJ!”


Just as the words were out of her mouth, his hand had grabbed her arm, tightly and pulled her closer to him, “I’ve had enough of your smart ass comments, Courtney. And it’s going to stop here and now. For now on, you do as I say. You don’t leave this house without me knowing and you sure as hell don’t disrespect me in front of my family, ever again.”


“Get your hands off her, AJ.”

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Erotica

Chapter Three:

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“Get your hands off her, AJ.”


Courtney turned her head at the voice, and was surprised to see Emily standing there. Ever since she had married AJ, they never really spoke to each other. She was decent enough, didn’t put her down like the rest of them, but…still. A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth and she looked at AJ, and then Emily.


“It’s okay, Emily, where fine. AJ and I were just debating whether he should go for the bottle or not.” She paused. “Guaranteed he’s going to be drunk by the nights over. All thanks to this stupid ‘election’ over ELQ.”


“Shut the fuck up, Courtney.” He hissed at her. His eyes were wide, almost testing her to say another word. “This doesn’t concern you, Em. So why don’t you go elsewhere. Grandmother isn’t here.”


“I don’t want to leave Courtney. Obviously you guys are disagreeing about something, but being physical doesn’t-“


“Oh, don’t be so naïve, Emily!” He snapped defensively, outraged at the fact she was sticking up for his useless wife. “I’m sure, Courtney can handle herself.”


When his grasp loosened at the distraction, Courtney used that to her advantage and ripped her arm away, out of his reach. “Don’t you ever put your hands on me, again.” Her eyes were cold as she rubbed the red spot on her arm that was probably going to turn into a bruise by morning. “Or there could be a problem.”


“What’s that supposed to mean?”


When she didn’t answer, he continued.


“I’ve had enough of you in my face, right now.” He waved his hand hastily in the air at her, and turned around towards the wet bar. “Why don’t you go see what your alcoholic mother is up too?”


She laughed, rather chuckled sarcastically and placed her hands on her hips, staring at him. “Where the hell do you get off calling anyone and alcoholic when surely you’ve had some problems yourself in that department.”


“You know, now that I’ve thought about it, I now know where you get your “easy” ways from. That drunken, loser ass mother of yours.”


“You son of a bitch!” She screamed, swinging herself at him. She had got a hit or two at him, but heard Emily screaming enough, and decided it wasn’t worth it.


She watched AJ curse at her, and rub his cheek carefully. She turned her back to him, and brushed by Emily, out the door and into the foyer. She felt a headache coming on; the Advil was usually in the kitchen, and it was good that it was, because on her way in there she could see if the cook was making anything good for dinner.


The only good thing about living the Quartermaine home was the food. That, and when you have the name, you have access to the bank accounts.


She could still hear AJ and Emily screaming at each other in the other room.


AJ, sometimes made her want to hurl. He was so ignorant. He didn’t have any power in his family, and he was usually so boring in bed she hardly slept with him. Well, she wondered if it was because he didn’t push her pleasure buttons to the high she wanted to go, or if it was because she’d rather be sleeping with Jason, then AJ.


AJ had his potential, if she taught him how to work it.


Now, Jason on the other hand, didn’t need any teaching. He knows it all on his own. And he has been the best lover she knew, in her book so far.


Something on the brown wooden table that sat in the center of the hall caught her eye as she made her way past it, and she stopped walking over to the pile of mail.


Looking through the thick stack, she found an envelope addressed to Mr. Alan Quartermaine Jr. She read the return address and furrowed her eyebrows suspiciously. It was from the PI Corporation and without a second thought; she ripped open the envelope with her newly polished nail.


Dear Mr. Alan Quartermaine Jr.,


We received your phone call over Labor Day weekend and unfortunately, our company was closed for the holiday. We couldn’t get a hold of you via phone. Mr. Sanchez would like to set up an appointment with you for Friday, September 14th at the Port Charles grill to conduct business. Please notify us if the date we wrote down is not convenient for your schedule…



Her eyes widened in surprise; what the hell did that stupid bastard need a private investigator for?



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Jason sat in Sonny’s penthouse, going over some paperwork for the coffee warehouse with him. Things at the meeting didn’t go as planned, though. They were supposed to go over the shipments, and the Roscoe problem that had occurred recently.


A few years back, Jason was assigned to kill a man named ‘Roscoe’. However, they were both unaware of the fact that his wife would’ve been taking over his business and that Roscoe would’ve been leaving it to her in the first place.

A few years back, Jason was assigned to kill a man named ‘Roscoe’. However, they were both unaware of the fact that his wife would’ve been taking over his business and that Roscoe would’ve been leaving it to her in the first place.


A few weeks ago, this spunky blonde arrived in town going by the name Faith Roscoe. She was craving revenge, and they both knew that was going to end up a problem if they didn’t handle it fast.


“The shipments arrive at Pier 52 at eight, tonight.” Sonny announced, sitting back on the overstuffed leather chair and taking a long sip of his hot coffee. “I want you there with Max and Marco, just incase things don’t go smoothly.”


Jason stood up from his spot on the couch. “Done,” He said goodbye to Michael who had been sitting on the floor, playing with his new train set and headed towards the door.


“And Jason,” He called.


He held onto the knob, but didn’t open it. “Yeah?”


“Watch your back.”


He didn’t respond, only nodded with a small smile, an understanding one and walked out, closing the door behind him.



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Janine Matthews wasn’t happy when she ran into her old flame from AC in the local bar. She wasn’t surprised to meet him again at one though; they always had the same taste in drinking joints. Cheap. Now, she sat on the stool directly next to him, wondering how to bring up the conversation. Obviously, if he recognized her, he would’ve noticed her as soon as he walked in, but he hadn’t.


She didn’t like that.


She remembered him perfectly. He hadn’t changed a bit. Except, maybe he looked a little older, but that was about it.


She was wearing a red number to kill that night; it came to about the knees, high necked, low back. It was nice mixture. Her short blonde hair was done in a bob hair due, coming down till about her mid neck. She thought she looked good. And her motto always was, “if ya got it, flaunt it” so that’s what she was doing.


“Mike?” She blurted it out, not even knowing why. Maybe tonight was her lucky night.


The man turned his head slightly, and his gaze ran down her body, already deciding she was worth his time. “Yeah.”


“Atlantic City.” She grinned. “Janine Matthews.”


There was a moment of silence. “Janine…? Janine! I remember you.” He smirked, leaning on his elbow slightly. “The cocktail waitress for ‘21’.”


“Right,” she nodded and took a sip of her Vodka.


“So, what have you been up too?” His tone was pushy, and she wasn’t sure why.


Janine debated whether telling him about the daughter, he never knew he had. Then again, as she thought about it, she had kept the secret for twenty-two years so what was the point of talking about it now?

So, she shrugged. “Nothing, really. Just living life. What about you?”


Mike didn’t answer; instead he leaned forward on the bar, calling out to the young male bartender on call. “Get this lady another drink of whatever she is having.” When he received a nod, he turned back to her.


“So, what’s your pleasure tonight, Janine?”


Surprised by his question, she was silent.

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Things on the Pier went as planned. Surprisingly, Faith hadn’t sent any of her men to destroy the shipments like they suspected. And that worried them even more. She was learning. Jason had put Max and Marco on guard at the warehouse for the night, just to make sure she didn’t try anything. As of now, they weren’t sure what was going on in that mind of hers.


On the way back to the penthouse, he had decided he needed a drink. It had been a long night and he just wanted to relax, maybe see a little of Courtney if she showed up. Which, he knew most likely she would.


So after reporting back to Sonny, he left and now was on his way to Jakes.


He wondered if she was already there. He liked that about her. Lately things haven’t been going to well, and she’s been going to him for someone to lean on. Even though their relationship was just sex, it was nice that she depended on him.


He parked his bike away from the other cars. He started to get in that habit a few years back when he bought his bike, just so no idiot ran into it. It was his prized possession. He killed the engine and then kicked the stand down so it can stand on its own before climbing off. Glancing around, he didn’t see Courtney’s car. It was a nice one that would’ve stood out when he first arrived. She wasn’t there.


He shrugged it off and walked across the parking lot and walked into the small bar. Jason noticed it wasn’t very crowded. A few people scattered at the pool tables, a small group at one of the booths and three people at the bar.


Taking a look, he noticed two of those people were to people he knew. One was Mike, Sonny’s father and the other was Janine, Courtney’s mother. Furrowing his brows, he wondered why the two of them were together.


He walked over to the bar and leaned his hands on it, looking straight at the bartender. “Can I get a beer? Budweiser, bottle.”


Janine had seen him come in. This was the man Courtney had told her about. The one that she had developed some sort of relationship with in the past few weeks. She didn’t like that. Courtney had a handsome, loving, and possessive husband at home that actually cared when she went out or not. And that wasn’t the best thing. He was rich; he had money so it wouldn’t have mattered if he was handsome and loving or not. All that mattered was that her daughter got everything she wanted.


And Jason was the last man that could give that to her. Sure he had money but he worked for Sonny Corinthos. He was a hit man and she didn’t want Courtney near that. It wouldn’t do her good any. He was just like Mike. A gambler in his own way and look where that got him.


“Jason,” She said his name in a sarcastic drawl. “Pleasure to see you.”


“As always, Janine.” Jason grinned at her, before accepting his beer from the bartender and pulling out a small wad of cash. “Where’s your daughter?”


She glared at him, “Probably at home, with her husband. You know, your brother.” She pointed out to him.


He nodded and pushed himself off the counter where he was leaning against it, “If you happen to run into her…”


“I’ll tell her you stopped by.”


Janine watched him walk away towards the stairs. What did Courtney see in him? Sure he was good looking, but looks weren’t everything. She needed a man way older then Jason. She always told Courtney to marry a man that had only a little while left to live, so when he died and left her alone, she had his money. Of course he’d have to be rich though. It wouldn’t work if he was middle-class.


Mike nudged her arm a little, his gray eyes twinkling, “So you have a kid, huh?” He paused and took a swig of his drink, “How old? Eighteen? Nineteen?”


She stared at him. He had no idea.


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Fifteen minutes into a game of pool with Mike, Janine saw Courtney walk into Jakes with a stern look on her angelic face. She didn’t even notice her mother as she breezed by, going straight towards the steps. There was trouble, Janine knew it. “Courtney,”


Courtney heard the call and saw her mother leaning against one of the pool tables with what looked another drunken loser. She sighed. She wasn’t in the mood for her mother and continued walking, holding onto the banister as she rushed up the steps.


Less than an hour ago she over heard a conversation between AJ and who she believed was Mr. Sanchez. AJ was indeed having her followed. He was telling him how he didn’t trust her lately and knew she was up to something. She didn’t confront him yet. Instead she left and somehow wound up here.


She finally made it up the two flights and rounded the corner, going to the first room on the right. Without even knocking, she pushed the door open, the knob banging against the wall from the force.


Jason jumped up from the couch, surprised at the sudden invasion and his blue eyes registered on the blonde standing in his door step. “Courtney,”


She crossed the room, slowly, and when she was at arms reach she flung herself into his grasp, her arms wrapped around his neck as her face was buried into his neck. He ran his hand through her hair, and then let it drape down her back. “What happened?” He held onto her softly and guided her towards the couch. She sat down slowly, him kneeling in between her legs and his hands were holding onto her arms.


“AJ’s having me followed,”


He raised his hand and stroked her cheek, wiping the tears away with the pads of his thumbs.


The first time he had seen her cry.


“What?” He was surprised at her words, the least thing he expected to hear. AJ wasn’t smart enough for that. “Why?”


“Why do you think Jason?” she snapped suddenly. She pushed his hands away and leaned into the cushions of the couch. “I hate him,”


Jason smiled, “He’s your husband. You’re not supposed to like him.”


She laughed, rubbing her eyes. “Shut up,”


“Okay.” He leaned in, kissing her lips softly. “I’ll handle it, okay? I’ll make sure this PI doesn’t follow you anymore.” Her hand trailed over his face, taking in his classic features. He had the prettiest blue eyes; bright, full of something she couldn’t quite put her finger on.


Then they were kissing. She had her arms wrapped around him as their kiss deepened, her tongue thrusting out towards his. His hands held onto her face, tilting her head and pushing his tongue inside her mouth, wrapping around hers. She let out a throaty moan, leaning into him.


A few seconds later Courtney had pulled away, their foreheads leaning against each others and they were panting breathlessly. “I want him dead,” she breathed out, heavily. “And you’re the perfect man for the job.”


“Wha-?” He didn’t even get to make out a full word, and was confused as she kissed him again making him loose his train of thoughts. He stood up slightly, climbing on top of her, their mouths still joined as one. He had come to realize within the passed few weeks he’d do anything for her.


But kill his own brother? He had to think about that one.


Right now he was enjoying being with, enjoying being the man she came to and his arms slid down and wrapped around her waist, picking her up as he stood to his feet. Her legs went around his waist and he walked them to the bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him.

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