Chapter Eight- Kisses Don't Mean Anything

                                    

                                          
Can you come round mine? 
-JM x
                          
I glanced at the new text I had received from Jim.
                          
I would if I had any idea where the hell you lived.
-CD x
                          
Limo's outside.
-JM x
                          
And don't think I didn't notice that 'x' you sent me. I'm getting closer by the minute... ;) 
-JM x <3 
                          
I put my phone into my side pocket and made my way downstairs and out of the apartment. I spotted the limo outside (obviously. Well, how can you not spot a limo?) and got in. I turned around to shut the door to me left and jumped when I heard the familiar Irish accent.
                          
"Hello, sweetheart", Jim said and he was extremely close to me.
                          
"Jim!" I gasped, "I didn't know you'd be here. I thought I'd be dropped off or something".
                          
"Well, here I am", Jim smiled.
                          
"So it seems", I raised my eyebrows.
                          
My phone buzzed and I got it out to see the newly sent message.
                          
You look nice in that blue, silk top.
-AS
                          
I stared at the text and suddenly shot my head to the back window to try and see anyone watching me. What? How could Aaron see me?
                          
"Hey, what's wrong?" Jim asked.
                          
I showed him the text.
                          
"He's just trying to scare you", Jim reassured me.
                          
"But, how can he see me?" I asked worriedly.
                          
Jim just stared at me for a few seconds with what looked like worry too but he didn't say anything. I sighed frustratedly and leant back into the seat.
                          
"Don't let him bother you", Jim said, slinging his arm around my neck.
                          
At that moment, my phone started ringing. I looked at the caller ID which read 'Sherlock'.
                          
"Hello?" I said to the phone.
                          
"Claire, can you please come in here and tell Mycroft to go and do one?" Sherlock whined.
                          
"I'm busy", I said, half laughing, "But I'd love to see your brotherly love".
                          
"He's being annoying", Sherlock moaned.
                          
"Well, good luck with him", I said before hanging up.
                          
"Was that Sherlock?" Jim asked.
                          
"Yeah", I replied, "He-"
                          
My phone started ringing again. I rolled my eyes when it said 'Sherlock' and picked up.
                          
"What do you want now?" I asked with annoyance in my tone.
                          
"Come over!" Sherlock said loudly.
                          
"No!" I snapped, "Like I said, I'm busy! Okay?"
                          
I hung up yet again.
                          
"For goodness sake", I sighed, "He's such a-"
                          
Yet again, my damn phone started ringing. Without even looking at it, I angrily answered.
                          
"I swear to God, I will RIP YOUR FACE OFF!" I shouted through the phone at who I thought was Sherlock.
                          
"Claire Daniels!" I heard a whimpering voice and I soon realised that it was poor Mrs Hudson, "There's no need to be so rude!"
                          
"Sorry, Mrs Hudson", I apologised, feeling embarrassed, "I thought you were Sherlock".
                          
"I was only calling to tell you that you'd left your dirty clothes on the floor", Mrs Hudson ranted, "It started with Sherlock, then John and now you making a mess in here. I'm your landlady, not your housekeeper, dear".
                          
"I know", I sympathised, "I promise, I'll clean up when I get back".
                          
"Thank you, dear", Mrs Hudson thanked me, "You're much more polite than, Sherlock".
                          
"I'm really not but thank you anyway", I laughed, "Right, see you when I get back, okay? Bye".
                          
I hung up and turned my phone completely off so that I wouldn't get anymore calls. 
                          
"Wow, someone's popular", Jim laughed.
                          
"Normally, I'm not", I sighed, "It's just that the world wants to punish me for some reason".
                          
Ironically, Jim's phone buzzed then. We both laughed at the same time because the phones were taking over today.
                          
"Ah, it's from lover boy", Jim smirked.
                          
"What?" I asked, a little bit surprised.
                          
Jim saw my expression and quickly replied.
                          
"No!" Jim said immediately, "No, no, no. Not like that. I'm not gay, otherwise I wouldn't be flirting with you, would I? Wait, that sounded much better in my head than it did out loud. No, I meant your lover boy-ex lover boy"
                          
"Oh", I realised what he meant, "Our lovely Aaron?"
                          
"Yep", Jim replied, "Ooh, look. He says, and I quote, 'I will make sure that you get what's coming to you, Moriarty'".
                          
I laughed at Aaron's attempt, yet again, to be scary.
                          
"I have literally never been so scared in my life", Jim said sarcastically then an evil smile appeared on his face, "Wanna make him jealous!"
                          
"Do I want to piss of my lousy ex?" I asked myself, "Hell yeah!"
                          
Unexpectedly, Jim grabbed my face, leant over me and intensely kissed me deeply on the lips. I heard the sound of the camera shutters on Jim's phone taking a picture but, even after the picture had been taken, Jim kept kissing me. After finally coming to my senses, I pulled away.
                          
"Alright, now let's watch Aaron have a temper tantrum", Jim smiled and sent the picture to him. 
                          
Moments later, Jim got a text back and we both read it.
                          
You son of a bitch. YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS! Watch your back, Moriarty because Claire didn't. 
-AS
                          
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.
                          
"Has he already done something to you?" Jim asked suspiciously, "It sounds like he's implying he's done something without you knowing".
                          
Jim sent Aaron a text back.
                          
What do you mean 'Claire didn't'? 
-JM
                          
Let's just say that your so called 'date' today won't last very long.
-AS