Page 92 of Giving In

“I haven’t told anything to the Bakers. I told them everything was fine because I believed your theft was justified. That was before you started putting your nose in my business. Now, I’m happy to go back to them with the truth.”

He’s talking like he’s a million miles away from feeling anything and that’s when he scares me the most.

Panic is completely taking over me and I squirm under his gaze, shifting from one foot to another. “Please, Jake…”

“You know you only do what I want you to, right?”

My stomach twists at his words but I don’t want to drag this out. I just want him to take it down. My whole damn life depends on it.

“I know…”

“If I asked you to undress right in front of this projector, would you?”

My breath stops in my throat. “Please...don’t do this to me.”

I run a hand on my forehead as I can feel cold sweat forming.

He gets up and walks towards me until we’re only three rows apart. “Be honest with me and I’ll turn it off.”

“What do you want? I promise I’ll be honest.” I reply instantly.

“Did you enjoy your night at mine?” he asks.

It takes me a second to understand what he means. “Yes, I did,” I say in complete honesty.

“Do you regret it? Any of it?” He digs his ocean blue eyes in mine, and I have no choice but to tell him the truth, no matter how ashamed I am of it.

“No.”

A small smile tugs at his lips. “Do you like me, Angel?”

“I despise you,” I snarl.

“Well, that sounds very much like the truth. Too bad your body completely disagrees with you.”

I know that, you bastard.

“What do you want from me, Jake?” I sigh. “Do you really know any girl who would stay stoic to your advances? Has it happened to you before? I might react to what you do but I don’t want it and I’m not asking for it. The further away you are from me, the better.”

He chuckles at my statement and I can feel the heat coming to my cheeks. A mix of anger and shame. “I like your honesty, Angel.”

“Please take this thing down.”

He comes closer and this time we’re only separated by a desk and chair. His deep scent is overtaking my nostrils and bringing back with it all the memories of the times he’s been close to me. My insides clench at the flashbacks.

“I broke up with Camila for you.”

My heart drops to my stomach. Did I just hear this right? “What are you on about now?”

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re doing to me, Jamie, but I can’t stop thinking of you. I’m pretty sure I dreamed about you every single night this week. You’ve become an unhealthy obsession and I think I’m starting to get addicted to your moans.” He runs a hand through his hair. “Your moans are a fucking drug, you know that?”

I take a step back; his deep voice and scent are overpowering my rational thoughts.

“And you know the best thing about all that? It’s that you’re addicted to me too. Your body already knows it, your mind only needs to catch up.”

“You’re wrong,” I blurt out too quickly and too low for it to sound credible. “You’re wrong,” I repeat a little louder.

“Who cares what you think, really? I’ve got your unexciting little life in the palm of my hand, Angel. One bad move from you and the Bakers are taking your family to court. Trust me, Luke’s dad doesn’t joke around when it comes to business. You don’t become a powerful man like him by being nice with insignificant people like you.”

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