The Perfect Storm 2

Chapter 127

"What about kiss and blow?" I hear Launa whine a few feet away as Jacob and I make our way up the stairs slowly but steadily. 

I feel my feet getting lighter with every step and it's almost miserable to climb up them. The only thing I can think of is how sick I feel that Miles is already dating someone else. 

The thought alone makes me want to throw up, and the more I think about it, the harder it is to hold back the tears knocking down my walls. 

I want to sit somewhere and cry, I want to lie down and cry, I want to cry until I can't breathe, but none of that will ever bring back the Miles I had in Ohio, the one who tried everything to be his best for me. Holding Jacob's hand feels odd, my hand doesn't fit into his as It does into Miles's hands. My whole body fits into Miles's hands—everything does.

"What are we doing?" Jacob asks, pulling me back into reality and away from my thoughts.

"I thought we could finally spend some time . . . alone." I blurt. My mind and mouth don't connect, It's like they're two separate things and I'm in the middle of it all, having no control over anything. 

Jacob stops in his tracks for a second before his blue eyes kindly smile at me and I smile at him back before opening a random door to an empty room. I give him a small smile before pushing him into the room and following right behind him. I close the door behind me and lean against the door for a few seconds.

"What are we really doing here, Madison?" He asks and I bite at my lip before pushing him slowly and carefully onto the swivel chair right behind him. 

His blue eyes look up at me confused. I don't know if it's the warmness in my body that's running with alcohol or that my brain can't communicate with me but before I know it, I slowly get on top of Jacob. 

His hands are slightly in the air and I can tell he's unsure of what to do with them but as I look into his eyes and he into mine, he rests his eyes slowly on my upper thighs. 

I remember I'm wearing a thong and that if my dress goes up a little higher, Jacob will see my underwear but somehow, I don't care. The only thing on my mind is Miles and how he's now with someone called 'Launa.'

"What are you doing?" He asks and my anger towards Jacob surfaces—the anger I didn't realize I had. He lied to me, tried to sabotage Miles, tried to get me back, and now, he's changed—he's not the Jacob I met on the train even though those blue eyes look the same.

"You played with my feelings, why can't I . . . play with yours?" My mouth speaks for me. 

It's almost like as soon as a thought begins to form in my brain, my mouth lets it out for me before I can decide if I want my mouth to speak or not. I bite my lips still unsure of what I'm really doing, but it feels good, it feels good to finally see Jacob paying for what he did.

"I don't think we should, you're drunk—" I put my finger on his lips to stop him.

"Isn't this what you wanted? Isn't this what you were trying so desperately to ruin Miles to have?" I ask.

"Now you can, Jacob." I breathe as my bare thighs rest on the sides of his swivel chair. I hear the door click open and Launa's face is giggly.

"Whops." She squeals, clearly drunk, and right after she opens the door, I hear footsteps approaching her. All I can do is hope it isn't Miles but when the door opens further and Launa's eyes shift from us to her side, Miles's face appears. 

He looks at us, takes us in then clenches his jaw and turns around, his eyes shifting away with no emotion. I hear his footsteps slowing down as he walks down the chairs.