the various chances

chapter thirty eight

Lily

It was 6 when I peeled open my eyes after a good and deep sleep. No shit because I slept like a solid rock who had nothing to do in its life other than either being a hurdle or being a sign to the people lost in their journey. Jeremy was still fast asleep like a baby. To say I ran my way to his house, ready to throw fits to the guards if they were to stop me from seeing him would be true because true as fuck I did that.

What was more surprising here was that the guards didn't waste a second in letting me in, as if I were given the VIP clearance to have personal access to Jeremy even in the midst of a life-threatening crisis.

It was such a relief to see him as healthy and as sound to life as he could be. Chad was no match to Jeremy when it came to power because to Jeremy it came naturally and for Chad, that complaining piece of shit had to stoop so low to get shit done. I had one thing clear in my mind; I was not going to bend to the ways Chad wanted me to and if he thinks dragging Jeremy into this was his golden ticket to power than he got it all wrong. I was gearing up, wearing shields, sharpening knives and spears and arrows, ready to call an open ground battle with Sanders if he lest thought about potentially meaning harm to Jeremy. I was going to ravage Sanders if he ever so does something minor like a scratch to Jeremy.

Sanders needed padding to his ass because one more shit show and I was going to break it.

Jeremy stirring in sleep makes me snap my head up to his handsome face. The usual furrow of his eyebrow disappeared, the pretty frown between his eyebrows and forehead gone too and here was the man who fires people of his company if they were to make the smallest mistakes of their career sleeping like his mother just sang his favourite lullaby making him sleep to oblivion.

I was going to protect him even if he didn't wanted me to because Sanders and I had something personal in which Jeremy didn't need to be dragged. I place a small kiss on his cheek and whisper to myself, "I will not let him use you to get whatever he wants from me. You are too precious for my personal mess, Jeremy Nicholas Langford." I close my eyes as a sign to seal the promise.

My eyes open to Jeremy trying to lift himself off the bed carefully but got caught. I shut my eyes tight and open them to see him looking down at me with such intensity that makes my face heat up to some degrees. The blues of his eyes darkening and deepening that makes a small shiver run down the skin of my limbs.

"Good Morning, Lizzie", he says in his deep husky morning voice and I swear to God I felt the tingle up from my spine down to my thighs. I was a puddle of hot mess even inside the blanket. The air-conditioning was on, the blanket was on yet my body was set on fire. Things this man does to me, I wonder!

It was too early to feel things but here I was!

"Good Morning, Boss", I reply trying to hide the flush of heat crawling up to every corner of my body. I stifle a yawn and sit upright, lean on the headboard. "You slept well?" he asks. I nod, "like a baby."

"Well" –he clears his throat- "baby, get up and shower so you can have breakfast."

I blush harder and he laughs. I chuck a pillow that directly lands on his face with a thump. It was my turn to laugh but my laugh slows down when I watch his lips morph turn into a smirk, "you, little flower", he says and his hands come up to me but I was quick to get up, untangle myself from the blanket and make a run for my life only to not being able to get out of the bed.

His hands were on my waist, pulling me down to the bed. They run up to my body, getting hold of my wrists and pinning them above my head. I duck my head down to see him towering above me with his knees on the bed between my legs. A dent forms on the right side of his cheek, "You think you can win any game when it's me on the other side?"