On The Run

Chapter 30

Chapter 30

A lot could happen in a week. Just look at the last one.
- Julia Quinn

I wake up from my nightmare to someone shaking me. "Good morning my queen. Get up so we can take a shower together, it's been so long since I've seen you." Jacob says, still shaking my shoulder to make me stay awake.

I groan and turn my back to him. He sighs, clearly irritated with me right now. "My queen, if you don't get out of this bed right now, I will not hesitate to yank you out of bed, strip you, and put you in the shower with me." He says, leaving ghostly trails with his fingertips on my bare thigh.

I turn back to him and give him a little fake smile before getting up and walking towards the bathroom door. Jacob, of course, follows behind me.

I stand in front of the mirror, having second thoughts about this. Before I could do anything about it, Jacob rips my clothes off, making me naked in front of him.

He looks at me up and down before smirking. "I haven't seen this amazing body of yours in a very long time." He says, taking off his clothes while walking closer to me.

I instinctively tense up when I see his hands reach out for me. I feel him grip my waist, and it takes everything I have in me to not cringe in disgust and tense up around him. "Come on, my queen. We don't want to prolong this moment. I know you have been dying to see me just as much as I have been dying to see and touch you." He says, pulling me towards the shower door.

I feel him keep a hand on my ass as we walk through.

Walking into his shower brought back some harsh memories, but I forced them down. Remember, you're on a mission. Kill this son of a bitch, then go back to life. I thought to myself as we fully get into the shower, chest to chest, and start to wash each other.

He feels me up, groping my breast and lady bits, trying to get something out of me.

I give him a look. "Stop please." I say, putting a hand on his chest.

He stops and forces me to wash him, making sure my hands touched every part of him. 

Once we're done in the shower, he turns off the water and gets out first. I look down at my hand, feeling disgusted with what I just did. I wish I met Ace in different circumstances, with me not getting raped over and over again by a murderer and his men. I thought to myself as I saw Jacob come back with a towel around his waist and in his hands.

He grabs my hand and yanks me towards him, almost making me slip from the wet floor. "Careful, my queen. I don't want you hurt, then I can't show off my most treasured trophy." He whispers into my ear and begins to dry me off. 

Again I get groped by him, making me have horrible memories about that time when I couldn't defend myself to him. He was my biggest fear, even though I resisted him every day, he still was my biggest fear. Now that has changed, and this is going to be the end of him, I'm the last face he's ever going to see.

"I'm sorry, I must be still a little bit tired, but I can make it." I tell him, faking another smile. 

He smirks back at me and tells me to go brush my teeth, while he gets dressed and pulls out something for me to wear.

Taking no time at all, I finish brushing my teeth and my hair before walking out of the bathroom. I see him with suit pants on and a white, button-up dress shirt on. His sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and the first two buttons undid on his shirt. He is putting a skimpy little pink dress on the bed.

Wow, that brings back memories. He must really like me in pink. This must be fate, because I absolutely hate the color pink. No, despise it. No offense to the girls who love pink, I just genuinely hate the color.