I never thought Jameson Hawthorne was the kind of guy who watched movies. But that theory was quickly proven wrong because he seemed to love movies and his tastes were scattered all over the place from horror, mystery, sci-fi, romance...........
I was in his arms on a couch in the theatre of Hawthorne House. Half of my attention was on the movie the rest on the fact that as the movie progressed his grip on me tightened unconsciously. The closer they got to me the faster my heart would beat.
We were watching a movie with the enemies-to-lovers trope, it was a good movie. It reminded me of me and Jameson when we first met. The way my eyes lingered on the deep shade of green and the scar across his torso. We might not have been enemies but I certainly was not fond of having him around. But I judged him too quickly I never knew he would be a constant in my life. someone I could turn to when I needed help.
That scene came on. I tried to act nonchalant and act as if nothing was wrong, Jameson however seemed to have other plans, he had completely forgotten about the movie his entire attention on me. I was acutely aware of how he was drawing random shapes on my arm sending shivers down my spine.
"Are you making me work for you?" he asked me the usual smirk playing on his lips.
"I might" I added smugly slipping from his arms and sitting on the opposite side.
"Is that a challenge, Heiress?" he said pausing the movie forgotten.
"A bet, let's call it," I said my eyes already failing to look anywhere except his lips.
"What are we betting on?" he asked me with a mischievous glint as he crawled over to me.
"How about our next movie?" I asked.
"Game on heiress."
His lips came crashing against mine while his hands wrapped themselves around my waist holding my body down as he devoured it with his lips kissing every bit of my body he could reach. I resisted keeping my hands tight to my body to keep them from shivering. He pried them apart and moved them above my hand granting himself access to the sensitive area under my chin. I resisted and tried to remain oblivious to his touch but was easier said than done. His body heat was pressed against mine his lips eliminating every thought other than of him. My restraint was fading quickly as his finger slid down my side slipping underneath my t-shirt.
I gave up. I couldn't hold back anymore I took his head in my hands and brought his lips back to mind kissing him until I couldn't breathe. Until I felt every part of his body pressed against mine his heat seeping through my body. I realized right then no movie could ever top our story because there was no one else like Jameson Winchester Hawthorne on this planet. There was only one and he was mine........
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A/N
Hope u liked it if u do pls comment to let me know seriously a lovely comment from last chapter was what gave me the motivation to write this chapter. I'm presently writing part 2 of problems on the track can't guarantee when it will come out but just look forward to it.
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