Hey guys! Here is chapter 7! As you can see, the battle of wills continue. Who will bow first? let me know what you think by SUBSCRIBING, COMMENTING, AND SHARING! Lots of ❤❤❤ -Tania.
Stephie crossed the threshold into her new bedroom and fought the urge to slam the door behind her. Pressing her arm between her teeth, Stephie bit down hard and grunted out her frustration in one long, stifled scream. Her eyes ran with tears, both from the pain she induced and the pain caused by her helpless situation. She could call the cops... But then say what? And even if she figured out what to say, Jacob and Carter would most likely pay off the entire case with a fancy lawyer, then she would really be in trouble. Stephie released her arm and sniffled, while closing her eyes. More tears ran down her cheeks. The indentation of her teeth on her arm pulsed with the now phantom-like feeling of the prior pain. The warm tears burned her eyeballs, and seeped through her closed eyelids. How did she end up a prisoner? The sad notion weighed on her shoulders, making her arms feel too heavy at their sockets. Her nostrils burned as she drew back a glob of mucus from it, then swallowing
Stephie stood in front of Jacob's door, breathing mutely while her eyes subtly studied the intricate natural lines found on the white coated wood. She had been standing at his door for quite some time now, stuck in a mental debate on whether she should even knock or return to her room.After Jacob had left her alone, Stephie returned to her room, and yet she found she couldn't lay or even dare to sit on the bed, feeling dirty and covered in sugar and crumbs and smelling like coffee. Unsure whether John would return later with her personal belongings or not, Stephie found herself in a conundrum. And of course, who else could help her in this situation if not the master of the house himself?So here she was, at his door, and yet not having the courage to knock.Sighing and deciding she'd rather sleep on the closet floor with towels for her bedding, Stephie turned to leave, just as the door swung open, and there she met Jacob, who now wore a short-sleeve shirt and gym shorts. A small hand
In the meantime, in the room, Stephie had devised a plan to live with what she had until the first paycheck. First things first, she avoided the bed entirely. Instead, she chose to turn the closet floor into her bed. Going to the furthest corner from the door, Stephie decided on the perfect spot. Placing multiple towels on the carpeted floor for more cushion, Stephie created her nest. using the bathrobe, she rolled it into a cozy sausage shape for a make-shift pillow. Leaving two extra large towels for her blankets, Stephie then sat on the floor. She removed her shoes, belt, and jacket, placing them next to her head. She also placed her purse, charger and phone next to her head.Taking down her hair from the tight restraint, she began to finger comb her curls, and placing them in large twists. Once that task was completed, she tucked the ends, and her hair was bed time ready. Seeing as she had no intentions on being friendly with Jacob, Stephie chose to call it night, even as her stoma
When Jacob made it to work, his phone dinged with a notification from the grocery app. The delivery driver was requesting permission for the elevator doors to open so he could place the items in the elevator per Jacob's request. Controlling the elevator with his phone, Jacob granted the request. The driver, having done this routine before, placed all the delivery bags into the elevator, and ensured the door was closed before pulling off. In the condo, Stephie was in for a surprise. Just as she wiped everything down and returned the kitchen to it's previous, pristine stage, she heard the elevator ding. Thinking Jacob had returned, Stephie poked her head around the corner, only to see the elevator doors open to reveal no body occupying the space inside. But on the elevator floor were paper grocery bags. On his phone, Jacob watched Stephie attentively. She stared at the elevator curiously, then looked around and even behind her. "What are you looking for?" Jacob wondered aloud, c
Stephie's ears buzzed as her eyes could focus on nothing more than the slight bounce of Jacob's pulse along the border of his neck. He swallowed softly, his Adam's apple bobbed, and suddenly her own throat felt parched. "Mmh?" Jacob hummed in question, and the baritone in his chest urged Stephie to grip the sink's edge even as her spine pushed against the metal, in an attempt to keep a modest amount of space between her person and his. What could she do? He was too close, and she couldn't move. In no way would this scenario end in her favor. Not if she added fuel to the fire. Jacob stared at Stephie's face, waiting patiently for her response. Being so close to her, he caught a faint trace of the dinner's aroma she had cook hanging on her hair, and his mouth was instantly salivated knowing that whatever she had cooked would be a treat. He also couldn't help but notice just how flawless the skin of her face was. Not one blemish in sight, except for a beauty mark just beneath her lef
The 2:00 AM street sounds below filled Stephie's room, as she laid on her back, wide awake.Breathing softly in and out, her chest moved up and down, her abdomen seemingly caved in, as though her organs too rushed to rest on the mattress beneath her spine.After the whole supper ordeal with Jacob, Stephie ate her meal and washed the dishes, leaving the kitchen and dining area clean. Then, returning to her room, Stephie played a few games on her phone to let the meal settle in her stomach, and when she felt comfortable to lie down, she found that sleep wanted nothing to do with her. In fact, sleep was so far away, that her brain was now too preoccupied with the most recent memory she shared with Jacob. This is what she had been afraid of. He always got too close; In the car, in the kitchen, in the dining room... who's too say how much further he could go next time? And what was it about him and her crying? Stephie frowned. Was Jacob so dense to realize that he often triggered her wit
When Jacob made it only a few minutes away from his condo, his phone dinged with a notification that the elevator to his place had been activated. Checking the notification, Jacob's pressures instantly rose, and with one harsh turn, Jacob rushed back to his building. And now, he found himself staring heavily at the one who he considered to be the most inconvenient troublemaker in the world, and she stared at the table. After being drained from the prolonged silence, Stephie rolled her eyes and crossed her arms while leaning back in her chair. Then she finally looked at Jacob. "So what do you have to say?" She asked with the most pompous tone ever. Jacob sighed. He was tired of her wit and tone, and yet it is the main thing which drew him to her. How could the most unattractive attribute of this girl be one of the main reasons why he smartly kept her close? "First, let's lose the attitude. This is going to be a civilized conversation. I'll start by saying I apologize for the
When Jacob entered his condo that evening, he found that Stephie had respected his rule. His dinner was on the table, but she was nowhere to be found. With the day having been spent in and out of meetings, and heavy reviews of the Swanson proposal in between, Jacob didn't have the energy to be upset that he couldn't see Stephie after such a long day. Instead, he saw to going for his evening run, and upon his return, he reheated his food, then headed to his room for the night. In her own bedroom, Stephie cautiously listened for Jacob's door to close for the night before making her way to the kitchen for a light supper. He had cleaned his dishes and left no extra work for her. Stephie sighed. This wasn't so bad. She would just pretend that she was feeding a shy ghost. After finishing her supper, Stephie cleaned up and headed to her room. But as she was about to enter, she noticed that Jacob's light was still on. It was getting really late. Why was he still up? Leaning her head
The remainder of the week vanished in the blink of an eye. By the weekend Carter came to pay Stephie a visit at lunchtime, while the young Barlowe wasn't home. This had been planned on purpose by Jacob himself."How have you been Stephanie? I'm sorry for taking so long to do a follow up visit." Carter asked then apologized after she served him a cup of warm milk, just the way he liked it.Stephie took a seat across from Carter, while they spoke in the dining area."It's fine. I'm fine." Stephie shrugged."Are you eating well? Sleeping well?" Carter then questioned. "It would better if I was sleeping in my own bed, at my own place, but hey, beggars can't be choosers." Stephie replied honestly. Carter nodded, "I understand, but this really is one of the best options we could offer. Especially after what happened the fist night you were here." Carter pointed out in notion of the burglary."I'm gonna assume you had the police investigate." Stephie expressed."No." Carter admitted."Oh?"
When Jacob entered his condo that evening, he found that Stephie had respected his rule. His dinner was on the table, but she was nowhere to be found. With the day having been spent in and out of meetings, and heavy reviews of the Swanson proposal in between, Jacob didn't have the energy to be upset that he couldn't see Stephie after such a long day. Instead, he saw to going for his evening run, and upon his return, he reheated his food, then headed to his room for the night. In her own bedroom, Stephie cautiously listened for Jacob's door to close for the night before making her way to the kitchen for a light supper. He had cleaned his dishes and left no extra work for her. Stephie sighed. This wasn't so bad. She would just pretend that she was feeding a shy ghost. After finishing her supper, Stephie cleaned up and headed to her room. But as she was about to enter, she noticed that Jacob's light was still on. It was getting really late. Why was he still up? Leaning her head
When Jacob made it only a few minutes away from his condo, his phone dinged with a notification that the elevator to his place had been activated. Checking the notification, Jacob's pressures instantly rose, and with one harsh turn, Jacob rushed back to his building. And now, he found himself staring heavily at the one who he considered to be the most inconvenient troublemaker in the world, and she stared at the table. After being drained from the prolonged silence, Stephie rolled her eyes and crossed her arms while leaning back in her chair. Then she finally looked at Jacob. "So what do you have to say?" She asked with the most pompous tone ever. Jacob sighed. He was tired of her wit and tone, and yet it is the main thing which drew him to her. How could the most unattractive attribute of this girl be one of the main reasons why he smartly kept her close? "First, let's lose the attitude. This is going to be a civilized conversation. I'll start by saying I apologize for the
The 2:00 AM street sounds below filled Stephie's room, as she laid on her back, wide awake.Breathing softly in and out, her chest moved up and down, her abdomen seemingly caved in, as though her organs too rushed to rest on the mattress beneath her spine.After the whole supper ordeal with Jacob, Stephie ate her meal and washed the dishes, leaving the kitchen and dining area clean. Then, returning to her room, Stephie played a few games on her phone to let the meal settle in her stomach, and when she felt comfortable to lie down, she found that sleep wanted nothing to do with her. In fact, sleep was so far away, that her brain was now too preoccupied with the most recent memory she shared with Jacob. This is what she had been afraid of. He always got too close; In the car, in the kitchen, in the dining room... who's too say how much further he could go next time? And what was it about him and her crying? Stephie frowned. Was Jacob so dense to realize that he often triggered her wit
Stephie's ears buzzed as her eyes could focus on nothing more than the slight bounce of Jacob's pulse along the border of his neck. He swallowed softly, his Adam's apple bobbed, and suddenly her own throat felt parched. "Mmh?" Jacob hummed in question, and the baritone in his chest urged Stephie to grip the sink's edge even as her spine pushed against the metal, in an attempt to keep a modest amount of space between her person and his. What could she do? He was too close, and she couldn't move. In no way would this scenario end in her favor. Not if she added fuel to the fire. Jacob stared at Stephie's face, waiting patiently for her response. Being so close to her, he caught a faint trace of the dinner's aroma she had cook hanging on her hair, and his mouth was instantly salivated knowing that whatever she had cooked would be a treat. He also couldn't help but notice just how flawless the skin of her face was. Not one blemish in sight, except for a beauty mark just beneath her lef
When Jacob made it to work, his phone dinged with a notification from the grocery app. The delivery driver was requesting permission for the elevator doors to open so he could place the items in the elevator per Jacob's request. Controlling the elevator with his phone, Jacob granted the request. The driver, having done this routine before, placed all the delivery bags into the elevator, and ensured the door was closed before pulling off. In the condo, Stephie was in for a surprise. Just as she wiped everything down and returned the kitchen to it's previous, pristine stage, she heard the elevator ding. Thinking Jacob had returned, Stephie poked her head around the corner, only to see the elevator doors open to reveal no body occupying the space inside. But on the elevator floor were paper grocery bags. On his phone, Jacob watched Stephie attentively. She stared at the elevator curiously, then looked around and even behind her. "What are you looking for?" Jacob wondered aloud, c
In the meantime, in the room, Stephie had devised a plan to live with what she had until the first paycheck. First things first, she avoided the bed entirely. Instead, she chose to turn the closet floor into her bed. Going to the furthest corner from the door, Stephie decided on the perfect spot. Placing multiple towels on the carpeted floor for more cushion, Stephie created her nest. using the bathrobe, she rolled it into a cozy sausage shape for a make-shift pillow. Leaving two extra large towels for her blankets, Stephie then sat on the floor. She removed her shoes, belt, and jacket, placing them next to her head. She also placed her purse, charger and phone next to her head.Taking down her hair from the tight restraint, she began to finger comb her curls, and placing them in large twists. Once that task was completed, she tucked the ends, and her hair was bed time ready. Seeing as she had no intentions on being friendly with Jacob, Stephie chose to call it night, even as her stoma
Stephie stood in front of Jacob's door, breathing mutely while her eyes subtly studied the intricate natural lines found on the white coated wood. She had been standing at his door for quite some time now, stuck in a mental debate on whether she should even knock or return to her room.After Jacob had left her alone, Stephie returned to her room, and yet she found she couldn't lay or even dare to sit on the bed, feeling dirty and covered in sugar and crumbs and smelling like coffee. Unsure whether John would return later with her personal belongings or not, Stephie found herself in a conundrum. And of course, who else could help her in this situation if not the master of the house himself?So here she was, at his door, and yet not having the courage to knock.Sighing and deciding she'd rather sleep on the closet floor with towels for her bedding, Stephie turned to leave, just as the door swung open, and there she met Jacob, who now wore a short-sleeve shirt and gym shorts. A small hand
Stephie crossed the threshold into her new bedroom and fought the urge to slam the door behind her. Pressing her arm between her teeth, Stephie bit down hard and grunted out her frustration in one long, stifled scream. Her eyes ran with tears, both from the pain she induced and the pain caused by her helpless situation. She could call the cops... But then say what? And even if she figured out what to say, Jacob and Carter would most likely pay off the entire case with a fancy lawyer, then she would really be in trouble. Stephie released her arm and sniffled, while closing her eyes. More tears ran down her cheeks. The indentation of her teeth on her arm pulsed with the now phantom-like feeling of the prior pain. The warm tears burned her eyeballs, and seeped through her closed eyelids. How did she end up a prisoner? The sad notion weighed on her shoulders, making her arms feel too heavy at their sockets. Her nostrils burned as she drew back a glob of mucus from it, then swallowing