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

"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

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

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

"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