<Cool story bro. In what chapter do you shut the fuck up?>
|Jadesola|
"MISS JADESOLA, open the door. Please," Kian begged, tone soft. But I wasn't to be fooled again.
The curve of my back slid slowly across the door, palms secured to my ears to block him out.
"Jadesola."
"Leave me alone," I murmured in a tiny voice, unsure he heard but still saying it nonetheless.
"I'm sorry."
"Sorry doesn't make it go away. Just leave, I beg of you." I increased the pitch of my voice, goosebumps piercing the skin of my arms. He was present in my fucking apartment. Kian was really here!
"Please open the door. You're upset and I understand, but let me in. I need to make this right. Even if it takes everything in me, I have to make it right."
No no no, you can't. I shook my head in denial, another bout of tears drenching my cheeks as I glided close to the floor.
His tone became resolute, firm. "Jadesola, if it means I have to stand in front of this door all night and till eternity, I will gladly do so."
This time I couldn't help but hurl out, seething in anger, "Well, I hope you rot out there then because I am not opening the fucking door! Just leave me alone!!! Haven't you done enough damage??!!"
He didn't miss a beat. "I have and that's why I'm willing to rot here today."
I overheard the shuffling of shoes scuffling against the floor and I realized that he planned to actually sit down in front of my door. Stupid man. We'll see who'll quit first. To prove I would remain stubborn too, I followed suit, resting my aching head and back against the steel door.
For some minutes, golden silence prevailed until he slashed it, the words as clear as if he was saying it right without a door between us, "I know you're still there Jadesola. I heard you sit too."
No comment from me.
As if deeply troubled, Kian groaned. "You should realize by now that I hardly apologize unless I really really messed up. And I did. I messed up big time."
He paused, probably waiting for me to say something but I remained mute, damp eyes closed, inhaling slowly. With every hot breath I dragged in, I envisioned worry lines etched onto his forehead, the lights gone out of his azure eyes and lips pressed into a thin line.
"I could blame my actions on the alcohol, I could claim it's the way you taunted me. I won't. I'm going to let you know the truth. You deserve it. The moment I saw you at that casino, I was attracted to you, believe it or not. It was lust that made me hire you as my P.A. I wanted to sleep with you. It was an obsession and when I had you with me in that room, all alone, under my control. I—"
His voice trailed off.
Then, "I forced myself on you. While I know there's no way I can save you from the torment in your head, give me a chance to help out. Let me try because I know what it is to look for control and not find it. I've been there too."
Still immersed in that dark maze, his words pierced through the cracks and I found myself asking in a hoarse voice, "Been there too?"
"Yeah." He barked a dry laugh, without any mirth. "My ex-wife drugged and forced me to sleep with her."
The weight of his words, bitter and acrid, stung as my eyes flew open. Resentment dripping off my tone, I scoffed, "You must be mad if you believe telling me your own sob story makes any sense. Stinking, raving mad and foolish!!! You forced me to give you a blowjob—"
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On His Terms
Romance"You can have me, Kian," I whispered, elation that my plan was coming into play, making my voice low. "Are you sure? Because you don't know, Jade. You," a deep groan escaped him, the rumble of his words vibrating against the arch of my throat, "don...
