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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Rhiannon

Walking out his apartment was one of the hardest things I've done. But I couldn't put him through this. My father would find out eventually, way too soon most likely, and he'd be left with no job and maybe even no life. He was capable of so much more than just firing him.

I reached the lobby of his building, freezing solid when I notice my dad still hasn't left. Fuck! I haul myself behind a pillar, keeping a close eye on his movements. He was showing his phone to the door man, in deep explanation. When they turned slightly, I shot my head back. I was way too frightened to move. It was like that moment when I was ten and I thought someone had broken into the house. I was downstairs fetching a glass of apple juice when a noise came from behind me. I was so scared, I couldn't move an inch. You know when your body seizes up? Yeah, well, that's what happened. Just like right now. I shut my eyes tight hoping to god they hadn't seen me, fingers crossed and praying.

"Thank you, if you see her, let me know." I heard him faintly, slightly confused at first. Then it hit me. Is he referring to me? I knew it was a possibility, which meant I had no way of leaving Jacobs apartment building. Shit!

I stood for a second, glued to the pillar, as I thought about my options. One, I could rush out of here and hope the doorman doesn't see me; or I could run back to Jacob. Both sounded like terrible ideas. Running out on Jacob was bad enough, I'm not even sure I could get back up to his apartment. Embarrassment flooded me. I'd look a fool for turning back, but I'd also risk his job if I didn't.

"Come on, Rhi. You're gonna have to swallow your pride and ask him for help." I said to myself, groaning.

I stood up straighter, checking carefully that no one was watching - specifically Mr grey-hair-and-moustache at the door. When I had my opportunity, I paced towards the elevator doors. I clicked the button rapidly, relief sinking slowly as the doors opened. I'd never been so thankful in my life. Once I was in, I pressed for his floor and prayed he wouldn't turn me away. I knew for a fact he was pissed off, angry, fuming, you name it. He was feeling all of the above and more.

Reaching his door was worse. I didn't think it was possible to feel this nervous. My limbs were weak, my hands were shaking, and I'm sure there was a sweat forming on my brow. "Here I go." I rapped on the door, shocked to see him open it so quick.

"What?!-" His tone was aggressive, his eyes piercing, but as soon as it sunk in I was at the door, his face fell more into astonishment. I could even see a glimpse of hope and relief etched there too. I instantly felt bad, that wasn't why I was here.

"You're back?" He reaches for me, pulling me gently inside and locking the door.

I didn't move from the entryway, too awkward all of a sudden, despite last nights events. Only that seemed like a big mistake. He came toward me and blocked my entry, both arms resting beside my head. It didn't do anything for the little part of me that wanted to not see him again and never risk his job again, instead it brought the selfish part of me out; his arms sent a pool of excitement to my lower tummy and I became breathless. I wanted him again.

"You didn't come back to tell me you made a mistake, did you?" He rasped, looking down at me with heated eyes.

I shook my head, averting my gaze downwards, my eyes capturing his beautiful chest and torso. It was perfectly toned. Again, I was getting breathless. I needed oxygen.

He exhaled and shut his eyes before speaking again. "So why? Why are you here, Rhiannon?" Pain was laced through his words and he couldn't look at me.

Guilt was ripping through me.

"My dad." I swallowed, realising how bad this was going to sound. "He- He was showing the door man my photo. I can't get out."

When our eyes finally met, I saw panic flash in his. It was expected. The last thing he wanted, or needed, was to lose his job.

"You could of just ducked your head. Ran. Why did you need my help?" He was coming across sour and bitter, but I couldn't hate him for it. I'd feel the exact same.

"I don't know. I didn't want to risk them seeing me. You would lose your job, Jacob"

It was the truth. Whether he chose to believe that or not, it was.

Analysing the look in his eyes, he chose to believe me. Sadness crept in slightly too. I most likely reflected him, I was just as miserable after walking out here and ending it.

"Why did you end it? We hadn't even started." He shook his head, dumbfounded by my decision, and evidently desperate for me to reverse my decision.

"I can't risk you losing your job, J. You mean too much to me."

Both the former and latter were true.

He leaned in closer, our breaths mingling and shooting across each other's heated cheeks. When his forehead touched mine, I felt safe.

"Kiss me."

His words were an invitation to take back what I said. I shook my head. "I can't. I'll break you, ruin you."

"No you won't. Kiss me." He was firm and aggressive, but it was only impatience. He just wanted my lips on his. He wanted me as his.

I gazed down at his lips, a mere inch away from my own, and tears stung the back of my eyes. Kiss him! Kiss him! Kiss. Him! My mind kept changing over and over. So. I did.

It wasn't soft, it wasn't gentle, it was fast and desperate. It was full of so much aggression and rage, need and want, we were practically attacking each other. It was animalistic. I gripped his hair, he gripped my waist, and we found ourselves walking backwards until my ass hit something hard. I didn't bother to look and neither did he, but he pushed me on top of whatever it was and ripped my panties down. Our lips still hadn't parted for a single breath and I didn't want them to, I knew I'd miss them as soon as they did.

His hand dipped between us, sliding soft but firmly across my swollen nub and pushing inside me in one swift motion. I cried into his mouth. This was pure bliss. The tingles and sparks that escalated through my body at each touch was like no other.

Soon, I was ripping his clothes off, disappointed that we had to break contact when he lunged for my shirt. It came flying off my head just as his mouth caught sight on my pebbled nipple. I missed his lips, but it lasted two seconds when I absorbed the phenomenal feeling of his mouth on my tits.

"Jacob, I need you." It was a plea but it came out more of a cry.

He obeyed, positioning himself between my legs as he pulled me to the edge of whatever I was on top of - I'm presuming a table. His lips glued to mine as he thrusted deep inside me, instantly picking up pace. He didn't bother to go slow, he was pounding into me in seconds. I loved every bit of it. Our body's were dripping with sweat, groaning filled the room, and I'm sure the table was about to break. But I didn't care, I was so close.

The high was building inside me, climbing so fast but intense I rolled my eyes back and gripped his back. My nails ripped through his skin as it hit me, and I cried into his mouth. I never wanted this moment to end. Our bodies colliding as one and sharing this experience. Why did I walk away earlier? I was never doing that again. I realised my dad did me a favour, he made me come back.

As that thought hit me, Jacob groaned louder in my ear - a noise I'd learned that indicated he was about to finish. I tensed around him, feeling a warm sensation as he finished inside me. He moved slowly inside me, before pulling out and grabbing me.

"Don't ever walk away again, you understand?" He held me possessively against his chest, gripping my hair but massaging my head at the same time.

I smirked and shook my head. "Never."

I was never walking away again.