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
It's been a few days since that weird moment in the mall between Jacob and me. I never got to find out what Jacob was doing in the jewelry store that day since I haven't heard from or seen him since then, and I'm grateful for that. Mainly because I'm not sure how to act around him right now. Before, I always felt angry whenever I saw him, but now I don't know how to feel. I am still hurt by what he did, but I am not as hurt as I was a few months before he came back into my life. My emotions are all over the place and seeing him would only worsen matters. For one reason, specifically. Jacob doesn't know how to keep his hands to himself, and the fact that my stupid body loves it is not a good thing. But my sex dreams have lessened a little lately, which is good. My shower head and hot water have had some time off these past few days at least, so thumbs up for me.I blow out a breath and try to push Jacob out of my mind as I check my reflection using the full-length mirror in my room bef
The following morning, I wake up early and head to the salon to meet Rebecca and Tamara. We're getting our hair done together."Sarah, over here," someone says as soon as I step inside. I look and see Tamara across the room. A hairdresser is already working on her hair."Hey, how are you?" I bend down to her level and place a kiss on her cheek."I'm good, you?""Good, too. Where is Rebecca? She left the house before me, so she should be here." I take the seat beside Tamara."She went to get something from my car.""Oh, alright," I say before asking the hairdresser attending to Tamara's hair to get someone to begin mine. I take one of the complimentary water bottles and have a sip.As I'm drinking, Tamara looks over at me. "How was the party last night? Did you enjoy yourself?" she asks, and I begin to choke. "Take it easy, sorry." She rubs my back as I catch my breath.Her question, "Did you enjoy yourself?" It was so unexpected. I haven't told the girls about the things Jacob has bee
"I think you should slow down with the drinks," Rebecca says, grabbing the tequila shot before it reaches my mouth."No!" I say with a little more force than I mean to. After realizing Jacob is engaged and crying my eyes out, I decided I needed to drown my sorrows with alcohol in the company of people to help me forget Jacob ever existed. So naturally, the girls and I came to the club."Let her drink, Rebecca. She needs it," Tamara says, collecting the shot from Rebecca and handing it back to me. I down it in one go and bite into a lime immediately after. The liquor burns my throat on the way down, but it's nothing compared to the pain in my shattered heart."You know it won't help her forget about him," Rebecca argues."For now, it will," Tamara quips back."Who wants to dance?" I ask, playing with the shot glasses littering the table. "Why are there so many?"Staring, I tilt my head to the side. I'm definitely wasted, because I'm seeing about fifty shots glasses currently.Both Tama
I wake up to feather-light kisses being showered across my neck and shoulders. My back is to Jacob. I squeeze my eyes shut, pretending to still be asleep as his arm comes up from behind and snakes around my waist. Hopefully he doesn't see through it. I can't face him after last night. I don't know what I was thinking asking him to sleep with me. Shame washes over me. How could I sleep with Jacob after everything that's happened and, worse, how could I say those words to him? Jacob doesn't deserve to hear me say that. I didn't even know I still felt that way until last night. It just slipped out. I'd convinced myself that what I felt for Jacob was purely attraction. But I was clearly lying to myself. I don't even want to imagine how big his ego must be now that he knows I still love him. God! I'm such an idiot.I'm pulled from my thoughts once I notice the absence of Jacob's warm lips against my skin. The covers rustle and I think he might be getting up but I still don't move, only ope
I shout Tamara's name for the tenth time tonight to come down, so we can leave for the party. I decided to take Tamara with me as back up. She was also surprised by the way Hannah behaved when she saw me. Neither of us can tell if she's pretending or not."I am so sorry; I had to change my shoes twice." She says, walking down the stairs."It's fine, let's go." We walk to the car outside, and I drive us to Hannah's house.Stepping out of the car, I walk towards her backyard, my heart beating fast against my chest. I don't know why but I've got this eerie feeling in my stomach.We enter the gardens, and the place is packed with people. I look around to try and find Hannah or a face I recognize, but I find none. I'm about to dial her number when I hear her voice call me from behind.I turn around, and my heart immediately twinges. Jacob is standing beside her with an arm wrapped around her waist. My heart tightens in my chest, seeing those hands I love on her. I knew Jacob would be here,
SARAHTamara has disappeared. When we arrived, she went to the bathroom, and I haven't seen her since. I managed to convince Hannah to let me leave her side a minute ago, and now I need to find Tamara so we can leave. I couldn't tell Hannah I wanted to leave, because then she would ask why, and I can't tell her. My heart was aching enough as I walked around with her and heard everyone telling her congratulations. There is no way Hannah doesn't know about Jacob and me. She probably invited me to shove it in my face that she is the woman who the whole world will know owns Jacob's heart.Walking inside the main house, I check the rooms one by one looking for Tamara. She's not picking up her phone, and I'm beginning to get worried. I'm about to turn a room doorknob when the person inside beats me to it."Sarah," Jacob says, stepping out of the room.I roll my eyes at him and turn to walk away, but Jacob halts my steps by grabbing my hand."Mon amour, I am so sorry she invited you tonight.
SARAHThe day after the party, I'm in my office attending to some work when someone barges in. I don't even bother to lift my eyes from the papers in front of me, because my secretary says the name of my unexpected visitor as she tries to block the door."Mrs. Smith! Miss Stephen is busy right now. You can't see her.""Young lady, I want to see Sarah now, and I will." Jenny pushes past her and marches to my desk. I wave to my secretary to leave; she tried her best."To what do I owe this unpleasant visit, Jenny?" Lifting my head up, I rest my chin on my interlocked fingers."Good day to you, too." She takes the seat on the other side of my desk."Wow, you're sitting down? You must have a lot to say today.""Sarah, I need you to come with me somewhere.""Where could you possibly need me to go with you?" I lean back in my seat, crossing my arms and staring at her as she gets comfortable."You will see when we get there.""I am not going anywhere with you, Jenny.""I believe it's in our