Page 71 of When love and Hate Collide

The elevator slows and stops at my floor. Jeyla looks at me as the doors open and I can’t fucking take it anymore. I reach out, curl my fingers around her forearm and pull her out of the elevator with me. Jeyla gasps, surprised when I pull her in front of me forcing her out into the corridor.

“Hey! Whoa, what the hell—” I hear Julian pipe up behind me and take a step toward us to get to Jeyla, but I spin and square up to him glaring forebodingly.

“Back the fuck off arsehole or I’ll fucking bury you right here.” I threaten him grimly.

“Dean!” Jeyla exclaims trying to free her arm out of my hold. “What are you doing, let go of me!”

“Dean, what the hell is going on? Who the hell is that girl?” Nicshe questions, eyeing Jeyla from behind me while she holds the elevator door open, I ignore her and keep my attention on Julian who is glowering at me.

“You heard her, she said let her go,” he voices firmly.

I inch closer, my eyes narrowed. “Yeah? Well, that’s not what she was saying last night when I had her on her knees fucking that pretty little mouth.”

“Dean!” Jeyla shouts furiously, hitting my back with her free hand while still trying to rip her other arm out of my hold. Julian’s eyes flitter over my shoulder to look at her and I tut. “Get your filthy hands off me, you stupid twerp!”

“Did you get a good taste of me, mate?” I sneer, licking my lips and Julian shakes his head and holds his hands up, backing away. “Yeah, that’s exactly what I thought.”

Jeyla gapes at him and shakes her head in disbelief when I turn to face her.

“Jeyla, I’m sorry, I think you’re amazing and I had a great time with you tonight but it’s very clear there’s some unfinished business between the two of you and I have no interest getting involved in something so messy and frankly this dynamic is far too dramatic for my taste.”

“As if you ever stood a chance.” I utter with a roll of my eyes when he steps back into the elevator. When I turn back to Jeyla again, she is seething and judging by the murderous look in her eyes she’s weighing her options on the best and most painful way to kill me.

Jeyla crosses her arms over her chest and fixes me with an acerbic look. What is wrong with me? I had a girl sucking on my neck and whispering lewd things in my ear and felt nothing, but one disdainful look from Jeyla and my body is aflame with need.

The elevator doors close behind me taking Julian and Nicshe away, leaving just the two of us standing in the otherwise empty corridor. Jeyla turns to walk off in the opposite direction toward the stairs, but I grab her arm, stopping her before she can take two steps.

“Let go of me, Dean!” She shoves me away from her irately. “What the hell is wrong with you? What do you want from me? What?!”

“We’re going to talk.” I go to pull her with me toward my room, but she digs her heels into the ground and pulls her arm out of my hold.

Jeyla shakes her head slowly, a look of despair flashes in her eyes but it disappears just as quickly. “Talk?” She intones scornfully, “Since when do we fucking talk, Dean? And you’ve lost your mind if you think I’m going anywhere with you.”

We’ll see about that. “Oh no?” I take a step into her space, place my hands at her waist and hoist her over my shoulder.

“Hey!” She flails, slapping my back while I carry her down the corridor toward my room. “Dean, you better put me the fuck down right now or I swear to god I will scream for help as loud as my lungs allow.” She threatens and I smirk.

“Go ahead, scream for me, baby.”

“I’m not your baby, you dipshit!” she hollers, kicking her legs trying to straighten but I tighten my arm around her legs to keep her still while I swipe my card to unlock the door. “Put me down, right now, I am not playing with you.” Pushing the door open I walk in and kick it shut behind me before I set her back down on her feet. Jeyla pushes her wavy hair out of her face and lours at me. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? What is it you want from me Dean, what?!”

The words ‘I want you’ almost come flying out of my mouth but I quickly swallow them and rub the back of my neck with agitation.

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out, JJ!” I shout back and she blinks up at me. “I want…” I bite my lower lip so hard I taste blood, and she shakes her head.

“What?” She snaps irritably, looking up at me, waiting for an answer. “Let me tell you what you want Dean, shall I? You want a fuck, you want a plaything that excites you, because those girls you pick up don’t cut it anymore, right? You want the heat and passion that we have, but you can’t seem to find it with anyone else and it’s driving you crazy. Am I right?” I stare at her mutely and she nods as if she’s already certain she’s got her answer.

“Partially right, yeah.” I concur, keeping my eyes locked on hers while I take a step toward her lessening the space between us. “I can’t stand that I want you, but I fucking do.” I take another step, and she retreats. “I hate that I lay in this bed night after night when I’m not with you, fisting my cock tight and beating off twice, sometimes three times a night to the thought of all the things I long to do to you but can’t.” I voice hoarsely, slowly inching toward her until she’s wedged between me and the wall. “Tell me how I can still hate you as fiercely as I do, but at the same time burn inside at the thought of another man touching you.” Jeyla stares up at me, her eyes searching mine. I lift my arms and place my hands against the wall on either side of her head and bow my head so I’m at eye level with her. “Make it make sense to me JJ, because however hard I try I can’t and it’s making me crazy.”

Jeyla licks her lips and lowers her gaze from mine fleetingly as if she’s sifting through her thoughts trying to find the right thing to say. I watch her for a long moment, silently observing her.

“Well, you might want to figure it out,” she replies, her tone mousy with no trace of the anger she held in her tone moments ago.

Jeyla’s eyes lift to mine again, only this time they’re swimming with tears. My chest goes all tight when I notice the despair behind her gaze and lower my hand to caress her cheek.

“I’m pregnant, Dean.”

And then she says that, and my world stills and for a full minute I don’t blink nor breathe.

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