It's been a few weeks since the celebration party. I have been avoiding Jacob like he is COVID-19. I know we've seen each other only a few times since he came back into my life, and it may seem like I'm worrying too much, but I am not. Jacob only touched me through my panties, and I was dripping wet. I can't even imagine what would happen if he touches my bare core. Plus, Jacob and I have history, making it easy for me to fall for him if we were intimate. What am I even saying? He's only touched me three times, and my body practically wants the man to fuck her already. She clearly has no shame when it comes to him, and I know it wouldn't be hard for me to fall for him again, so to prevent that from happening I am keeping my distance.As an investor in my company, Jacob inspects the houses we use his investment to build. I am supposed to go with him, but I've been asking Rebecca to go in my place. Today was supposed to be the same, but Rebecca had to visit her mom. She isn't doing so w
A few hours have gone by since I got back from the store and made Jacob lunch. It's nighttime, and I should be on the way home, but I'm worried about Jacob being alone. I am finding it hard to leave him. The hundreds of ways that his situation could become worse have been floating around in my head all day. I just can't bring myself to leave him."Sarah?""Yes?" I turn away from the TV to look at Jacob."Why are you still here?""No reason." The last thing I want to do is tell him I'm worried about him. He'd make such a big deal about it." It's not because you're worried about me?""No.""Hmm." Jacob places his hand on his chin and stares at me, with an amused glint swimming in his eyes."What?""It amazes me how you think just because you can lie about being worried about me that I will believe you.""I am not lying; it's the truth. I'm not worried about you.""It's funny how you think I can't tell you are.""Okay!" I finally say, exasperated. "Maybe I am worried about you, but I be
It's later that night when I get into my car and drive to the hospital like a woman with a death wish. Jacob's driver, James, just called and told me that Jacob is in the hospital. He couldn't tell me why because he doesn't know any of the details. All he told me was Jacob had called asking James if he could pick him up from the hospital, but James is stuck in traffic, so he asked me to help get Jacob. I've been trying to call Jacob as I drive to the hospital, but he hasn't answered. It's making me worry that something horrible has happened to him.I finally get there and rush into the emergency ward, my eyes searching everywhere for Jacob. I am a little out of breath from running into the hospital from the parking lot. Aren't I pathetic? The man broke my heart just a few hours ago, and now I'm in the hospital looking all over for him while my heart beats louder than a drum. I had considered sitting at home and pretending I didn't receive the call from James, but I couldn't. Jacob doe
We finally make it back to Jacob's place, and after an incredibly awkward walk up the stairs, I get him in bed. I'm trying to pretend I didn't just have an orgasm a few minutes ago while Jacob wears the fact on his face with satisfaction. I want to say something, but I know it would only make things worse. His ego has already grown enough. I don't understand why I can't resist him. It's like when he touches me, I forget everything else in the world, and the only thing I can think of at that moment is what his hands are doing to me. It's so frustrating because it makes me look weak. And I hate that. I need to be strong; I need to resist him."Is there anything you want to do?" I ask, standing up straight after getting him settled."I would love to change for bed, but I would need your help, if you don't mind.""I don't; let me get you something to change into." I walk to his closet to get his pajamas.I come back once I find a set and help him remove his shirt before trying to help him
"Will you get away from me?" I scream, trying to close my legs but only succeeding in locking his head there. "Jacob," I say, grabbing his hair and pulling. "Get your mouth away from my pussy." What does he think he's doing? Jacob ignores me and licks. My eyes roll to the back of my head as he uses his tongue to spread me open. Oh my God, not again. Jacob uses his left hand to bring my pussy closer to his mouth. I shake my head as his tongue begins to move in and out of me. There is no way I am letting this happen again. I grab more of Jacob's hair, but as I'm trying to pull him away, he takes my whole pussy into his mouth and sucks. If I move his head, he pushes it back, so all I'm doing is helping him thrust in and out of me. Oh God, I can't, I can't. This is too much. How much longer can I resist him? Jacob is going to be the death of me. "Jacob," I moan, gripping his hair tighter. I know I shouldn't want it, but I do. I shouldn't love the way his mouth feels against me, but I can
JACOBMy hand scrubs over my face once Sarah is out the door. I have never felt more useless in my life than I do right now, which makes me angry. I could kill my cousin for calling my mother. This wouldn't be happening if Harvey hadn't found out I was investing in Sarah's company, which I still don't know how he did. Harvey came the night of the party hoping to talk me out of it-his presence was just as much a surprise to me as it was for Sarah-but it was already too late. Knowing Harvey, I bet he told my mother so she would come and ruin my plans for winning Sarah back. I punch the nearest wall as I realize all my progress from the past week is turning to dust as Sarah's scent fades away.Making my way back to the kitchen, the anger continues to course through my body. My mother and Harvey have ruined things for me again. I am pissed off beyond words. And what makes matters worse is I can't do anything to either of them.Mother gasps when she sees me. "Oh my God, son, why did you pu
A soft knock on my bedroom door awakens me from my sleep. I rub my eyes and drop my feet to the side of the bed, trying to find my slippers as the person at the door continues to knock. I succeed and drag myself over to the door. My eyes open wide once I see who is behind the door and, worse, the state she is in. "Rebecca," I say, shocked to see her. "What are you doing here? What happened? Why are you wet? Did you walk in the rain?" I fire questions at her without even giving her a second to answer. Rebecca looks up from the ground, and her bloodshot eyes stare back at me. My gaze softens as I realize she must have been crying. Rebecca begins to sob as I quickly pull her into a hug, not caring that she is drenched. Rebecca's legs give out, and I follow her to the ground. I don't ask her any new questions and let her cry it out. I say soothing words as big wails escape her. I don't know what happened, but I can guess it has something to do with the heart because of the way she is cry
A sigh leaves my lips as I sit up on my office couch. I can feel the wetness between my thighs. Closing my eyes briefly, I massage my temple before turning to face Rebecca. "Finally, you're up; we need to leave in the next few minutes. The meeting is at 2 p.m." She stands by the couch as she speaks to me. "Give me a few minutes to freshen up. I'll meet you downstairs." I stand up from the couch and walk to my restroom. "Alright, I'll meet you downstairs." She says, walking to the door. My reflection in the bathroom mirror glares out at me. I've lost count of how many times I've had those dreams. Since he kicked me out of his house two weeks ago, it's been nearly every time I close my eyes. I know why it's happening, but I don't want to admit it. The worst part is that I haven't heard from or seen him at all. Sometimes the dreams aren't even sexual. They're just plain, romantic dreams. It annoys the hell out of me. I am not supposed to be having those types of dreams. Yes, I'm attr