Chapter 6.

Emma.

“Emma Addison…”

The rumble in his voice drove my thumping chest over the edge. My name was smoothly pronounced in his fresh hot American accent. His coarse low tone vibrates through my senses making my legs feel like spaghetti.

I watched as his dark evergreen eyes penetrated my copper ones. The chartreuse color in them glowing, devouring me into clear nature.

“It's been so long, Emma.” He called again, tugging the right side of his lips into a smirk.

I felt my insides tremble, goosebumps finding their way to my right hand that he had clasped to the wall.

“I-I don't know what you're talking about.” I didn't break the stare, my gaze fighting with his.

My heart was left in a beating mess as I silently wished he would just let go and forget this whole encounter. The best way to get out of this was to deny me.

Should I have changed my identity before coming here? Why hadn't I checked the details of the application before applying? I'm slowly starting to regret ever signing up for this.

He dropped his smirk into an emotionless expression after hearing my words. His eyes impossibly turned dark and intimidating and it made my stomach do weird flip-flops.

He inched closer to my face, just a little bit more and our nose would be touching.

I held my breath immediately, averting my head to the side.

He scowled before grabbing my jaw with his strong grip and shifting my face to his so my eyes would clash with his again.

“Liar. You and I both know you're fibbing.” His hot minty breath fanned my face as his strong hand slipped down to clasp my neck.

I gasped at the sudden action. A blush crept across my cheeks as I held the hand that strangled my neck.

“Let go.” I glared spitefully at the arrogant bastard forgetting I worked for him.

“Why should I when you're just gonna run off denying yourself.” He tightened his grip.

I frowned, “You’re hurting me.”

“Well, it would be easier if you could just admit, Emma.” He constricted, making me gasp.

I struggled to breathe, feeling the air leave my lungs. He shouldn't be thinking I'm the same girl he used to taunt. He always gets what he wants and I'm certainly not gonna allow that.

Without thinking, I reached with my free hand to push Jax, shoving him off with all the power I could mobilize, but as unfortunate and jinxed as I am…

He didn't bulge.

“Sir… Please let go, this is inappropriate.”I squirmed under his hold.

He scoffed before grabbing both my hands, pinning them above my head with one solid grip.

I bit my lip at the sudden action meeting his eyes and writhing uncontrollably.

He drew dangerously close, “I like seeing you look so helpless underneath me.” He trailed his eyes downwards, staring at my chest before he met my gaze again.

I so much want to spit at his face. He made me feel like shit. His actions, words, and expressions. Everything about him made me feel like shit.

The pain around my wrist flooded memories into my head, recalling all the things he had done and made me do. He was still the same, he hadn't changed and never will.

And the painful thing back in high school was after he would quit his tormenting, I'll come home to receive beatings from my dad.

He was oblivious to my way of living and acted without thinking. 

Jax was horrible.

Bitter tears formed in my eyes, my lips trembling as I struggled not to release a whimper.

Jax flinched slightly at my sudden tears, glowering.

He released his hold on me before grabbing my collar and dragging me out of his bathroom.

Immediately we reached where the coffee was spilled, he pushed me to the floor making me hit my body harshly on the rough ground. I blubbered.

“Lick it.” He said.

“W-what?” I blinked with teary eyes slowly sitting up.

“Lick the coffee right off the floor then you can go.”

He bluntly said, staring at me with all seriousness. There’s no way he was joking, Jax was always earnest about his punishments.

With that deep look in his eyes, he could send a hundred men bowing at his feet.

“But sir…I…-” 

“Lick. It.” He growled, I felt myself gulp as I stared at the brown-like liquid on the floor.

Is he doing this because I didn't admit it myself? Does he have to go that far? I wish someone would just enter the room. Jax was truly the same and hadn't changed a bit. His ugly personality was still as present as day. I thought maybe if he grew up a little, he would change his ways.

Sadly, it's only his features that are modified, leaving his unsightly character behind.

Everything in me was screaming ‘lick it before he hurts you’ but I didn't want to listen. I listened to the opposite instead as I stared intensely at the fluid. 

And with the boldness that I had been trying to retain, I enunciated.

“No.”

Jax paused, his stare deepening with every beat of my heart. I could no longer see the bright nature in his eyes. 

He clenched his jaw, a vein popping by his forehead with his fist tightening. He chuckled deeply, lowering his head and making strands of his hair fall into his face.

My body quivered knowing what I had just gotten myself into.

“You're gonna regret that.” 

His voice was dangerously low.