“Who is that woman?” Anthony’s thunderous voice boomed in the room, making Maria flinch.
Jamie's eyes remained steady as he regarded his angry father, unfazed by his sudden outburst. They were currently in Anthony and Maria’s hotel room, where Jamie and Tom were summoned as soon as the couple finished their dinner. Jamie was already on his way to pick Emma up when his father called and demanded his presence immediately. He shot a quick text to Emma to wait for him in the lobby while he tended to some important work.
However, Jamie did not expect that the object of their discussion was none other than Emma herself.
“She has the blood of her parents on her hands, Jamie.” He said, “She is a cruel human. How could you let her
When Jamie and Tom finally stepped out of the hotel, Jamie’s fist went flying to the wall beside him. Tom widened his eyes in horror as a crack appeared in the cement wall, threatening to crumble down.“Jamie!” He screamed, “What the hell man!”“What do you expect me to do then, huh?” Jamie screamed back.Merciless rain poured on them, drenching the two men, but neither of them seemed to care. Tom looked at his friend with disquietude, desperately trying to enter his mind and read his thoughts. He knew his friend well, and he knew how much he valued his father’s word. Anything Anthony wished for was inadvertently Jamie’s command. He never went against his father, ever.
By the time they got home, Emma’s condition had barely improved. Kicking the door open, he rushed into his bedroom with her. Placing her on the mattress, he headed straight to his drawer to procure the antidote.As he made his way home, he realized that Emma had been bleeding from the side of her waist all this while, despite having the ability to heal within seconds. She must have sustained that laceration in the forest by a tree branch, laced with poison. As werewolves, certain plants contained venom that can almost instantly take their lives. Emma was obviously unaware of them, and inevitably fell prey.The poison also prevented her healing ability, causing her to bleed profusely. If he didn’t stop that, she would soon lose all her blood.Luckily,
Emma gulped in apprehension, acutely aware of his hand burning against her skin. Drawing her so close to him, Jamie was trying to eliminate any distance between them, physical or psychological. Although his touch was foreign to her, it was comforting nonetheless. Hence, she felt more protected then, unafraid of being vulnerable in front of him. “I don't think we should do this anymore.” She said, sighing. “Do what?” “Live together.” She said, “Your father hates me, Jamie. He thinks I killed my own parents.” Emma’s eyes lowered, unable to face him. “You must have heard what happened..” she mumbled, “And you must have believed them too.”
Long after Emma confessed, Jamie remained silent. To make matters worse for her, his expression remained completely unreadable, increasing her inner turmoil. After everything that had happened today, he was the only person Emma was fearful of losing. In its own twisted way, he managed to carve a space in her heart that nobody had filled before, and the mere thought of it becoming empty again frightened her. He needed to be on her side.But as things seemed to her, they weren’t working in her favor. Jamie refused to meet her eyes, and with every passing seconds, her hope shattered. Tears filled her eyes as she saw how even he refused to believe her truth, after she had mustered up the courage to tell him everything about her past.Wiping a stubborn tear that fell on her cheek, she mumbled, “You don’t beli
Before Emma realized it, she was hoisted up in the air and pulled onto his thighs. Now circling her limbs around his hips, she let him run his palm along the small of her back, pulling her even closer. The edge of her robe pooled above her thighs, and left her completely bare down there. As the cold rush of air hit her, she squirmed above him, and he took the sign to move his attention downward, all the while refusing to part with her lips.Emma gasped, momentarily letting go of his lips, as Jamie raked a hand over the skin of her knees, going all the way upwards. As she waited with alarm, his fingers skipped grazing her sensitive area between her legs, where she felt a throbbing like never before, and instead headed up to her waist, pulling at the sash of her robe. As the fabric came undone, Emma felt it loosen from around her shoulder, threatening to slip away from her body.
A week passed until she got to see Jamie again. Since he left rather abruptly that night, Emma didn’t have the chance to discuss so many important things with him. She didn’t expect him to disappear right after that night, and if he hadn’t assured her that he had to take care of something very important, she would have assumed he was ignoring her yet again. Moreover, Tom had also assured her that he was not trying to escape from her this time. “He has to take care of something important, nothing you should worry about.” He said over the rim of his coffee. They were seated by the counter in the kitchen where Tom had served her breakfast. Thank god for his cooking skills, she thought as she bit into the sandwich he made her. “Well, as long as he’s not ignoring me, I’m cool.”
Emma was shuffling through her clothes in her room when she heard the bolt unlock in the living room. She eyed the clock on the wall in puzzlement, as she knew Tom would not be arriving so soon. The first thought that entered her mind then was that if her uncle had managed to break into her house, having found out that she was seeking shelter there. But upon second thought, she realized that was highly unlikely, and her racing heart calmed down. That could only mean one other thing. With eager steps, she headed out of her room to find Jamie standing by the door. However, instead of rejoicing upon the sight of him, her heart clenched in shock as she found the state of him. Leaning back onto the door frame, his fingers struggled to lock the door. As he finally succeeded, his blood-soaked hands fell limp by his side, the
“How do you mean to do that?” She asked, looking into his eyes. “Well, it’s going to be a long ride.” he said, his other hand snaking around her waist. “But for now, I mean to do this.” As the words left his mouth, his lips descended on hers. Emma let out a gasp as she felt herself being pushed back against the headboard, her trembling hands hardly managing to sustain her. She hooked her arms around him to gain some support, and he took the chance to pull her down and rest her on the mattress instead. Once her head hit the pillow, he threw his limbs on either side of her, momentarily breaking away from each other. “Before I go ahead,” He breathed out, eyes full of lust. “I need your consent