Forbidden from the start

chapter 64

When your dream becomes reality you feel like this is not true at all. I thought about it over a thousand times, but still nothing prepared me for the moment when he finally kisses me like that.

I kiss him hard, not even caring how desperate I seem for his lips, his skin that I'm grabbing or my body that's stuck on him in a need of more of him.

"We are going to regret this"

I'm not going to regret any of it. I'm gonna cherish it till I can't remember anymore. I'm gonna love it.

Jacob has his one hand planted deep in the roots of my hair, while grabbing my neck at the same time. He has me exactly where he wants me, and I don't wish to move an inch away. His other hand, wondering on my waist, and back.

Respectful king, I guess.

And I, on the other hand, have already explored his back muscles, biceps and whatever I can find at this point.

Without wanting, I can't dodge the question I've been trying not to bring up even to myself;

Does he want me like I want him?

Ive seen him make out with a big number of girls, and in none of this situation he seemed so soft. So, I think it's pretty obvious what's happening here.

"You're right" I brake the kiss, pulling the bandage off as soon as I can

His confused eyes filled with lust flicker on mine.

"We are going to regret this. It's wrong"

This isn't me who's talking, but the insecurities taking over me.

"Olivia I-" he starts but then I move my neck the other way, his hands falling magically off my body

I whine on the inside.

"You don't need to say anything, it's was just a hookup" i shake my shoulders, my face drained out of emotion

He suddenly stiffens and straightens his back, giving me a look of coldness.

"You're right" he nods his head and takes two big steps back

I am?

My stomach tightens but I chose not to brake character. If Jacob wanted this to continue nothing could ever stop him from doing so.

I don't even know what else to say, so I turn and go to the direction of the door.

"So you're just gonna leave? What now, you don't have the last word like you always do?"

I don't think that having the last word is something that will work in advantage of me.

"We're not arguing Jacob" i point out

"Then turn around and argue"

His remark throws me off guard, so I turn around while my one hand is on the knob of the huge metal door.

"You want to argue over," i point between us "this?"

"Not worthy, huh?"

"Exactly"

I can see in his eyes that he's offended . Maybe because I reject him now, and that he doesn't have the opportunity to do that to me.

"Fuck off" he motion his hand at me and bounces back and forth two times

"Why are you so pressed Prier?" I squint my eyes at him, waiting for an answer that will feel like music to my ears

"Because I want you, I want you like you always wanted me"

"I'm not pressed. You would be delusional if you thought that I could care less for a mediocre kiss like yours" he blurs and then the next thing I feel is the door being taken away from my hand and the wind blowing on my face as he closes it shut behind him, leaving me alone in the alley

Mediocre?

I feel my heart speeding and my cheeks red. There's no way Jacob's just said that. That was the best kiss I've had in my entire life, and he gets to call that mediocre?

My mouth forms an o as I blink and try to digest his words. I get inside and search for Martha, needing a friendly face and someone to confess my complicated feelings.

I spot her talking with another girl on the couch, so I move towards their way.

"I may have done a huge mistake" i announce to both of them- despite not knowing the other person

"You scare me" Martha eyes me up and down, looking for some clues on my body

"I'm fine, physically"

"Girl, what happened now I left you for five minutes you disappeared and then came back after an hour or so"

"Jacob happened"

Martha quickly looks back the girl and then at me.

"Jacob? Jacob Prier?" The brunette asks

"Well, I'm sure she's talking about a different one-"

"Yes" i reply, I'm not hiding anything

When I see her expression change from confusion to anger, I gather that I may have scratched a tiny wound.

"What does Jacob have to do with you?" Her eyes wonder on me as she's judging me and trying to make me feel bad about something

As if she's surprised that he's involved with me.

"Why the fuck would I say anything to you" the words fly out of my mouth cause of the previous build up anger and frustration I had

"Excuse me?" She's now on her feet and with a straight back, trying to intimidate me

"You're excused" I smile wickedly

"You don't seem like Jacob's type. You think you're so tough but" that bitch crosses her hands and takes a step closer, coming near my ear "I know damn right you're so soft"

"Oh,"I do the same, whispering in her ear this time"and I know that you're a cunt who's so insecure that you try to take out your anger on the first woman you see"

"Maybe you're the cunt. Or maybe your cunt isn't touched by him, that's why you're so pressed" and with her word I feel smoke coming out of my ears and blood gathering on my cheeks

"Okay, maybe relax a bit now" Martha puts her hands between us, but by our mutual hatred look I don't think that's working much

"Is fucking the only thing you do?" I press

"Is fucking the only thing you don't do?"

Oh, I'm gonna rock this bitch.

"Tell me you think that you're the only one" I laugh

"Honey, there's no other one like me" her cockiness makes me go furious

"So, you're sure we're taking about the same guy? Jacob Prier? The one who's tongue was stuck on my throat ten minutes ago?"

Her expression fall and her smirk is now formed and a thin line.

But I understand her anger because it matches mine. She has high expectations of him, like I do.

And we both happen to be disappointed at this point.

I tent to forget that he may be fucking with a random girl that I cross on the street. Maybe I was the most wrong about all this.

But how can I move on now, that I've tasted the sweetness of the forbidden fruit?