Sealed With A Kiss

Mia's Pov:

I was devastated. No, that shit was not happening with me. His company was way more precious to me than my own feelings, which he had been crushing since the day I met him.

I quickly told dad I would call him later and cut the line.

Ignoring my own pain, I ran towards Jake, grabbing his hands which were red from the hot coffee which was spilt over them just minutes ago. I blew air on his burning hand, making sure not to touch it when he pushed me not-so-gently.

"Don't touch me! I don't want anyone's help!" he growled at me, prying me off even far away from him. I stared at him, my eyes welling with tears. I quickly wiped them off with the back of my palm.

What did I do to deserve such a life?

"Jake, that's totally ridiculo-" I started, only to be cut off by his sharp intake of breath. He raised his palm at me, his bangs covering his forehead and eyes.

"No, don't say anything. Let me complete my question first! So you're marrying Theo James, the one who stalked and was so infatuated with you that he stole even your shorts?!" he said and shook his head. He walked past me, standing near the railing of the balcony and turned over to me. I could clearly see his eyes which had many emotions present in them, pain, anger and hurt more evident.

Then he spoke again.

"Oh, Mia. I thought so much better of you and your freakish brain!" he said, his anger evident in his eyes. He took one step towards me making me take another of my own.

"No, Jake that's totally wrong! Please, listen-"

"Well, why the hell are you explaining to me? Who am I to ask such questions?! I never was worthy enough for your company Mia, let alone for your answers, " he barked at me.

at least let me-"

the time off with my work. See you around then, " he said conclusively before he walked out leaving me still

not good, I need to talk to Emily soon.

neighbourhood. They were never actually around except for times when I was sick or I had to submit my school

always busy in his work. I never saw him much, not even for my birthdays. When I had first developed a crush on Jake, I was horrified to

father is the CEO of the Automobiles industry, the reason he changes his vehicle each week. He had got his cocky personality from his father but a kind heart always comes from a

know my feelings for Jake as his mom once visited me to offer me gifts on Christmas and when I went to make her some coffee, leaving my unprotected feelings on

had thought that all was over, I would have to break my

with me for years until he'd propose to me. I laughed and waved at her comment, saying I wasn't that lucky in love knowing very well about the heap of love

I sighed. Our classmates were almost all married; I had attended the

decided to sleep to stop my haywire thoughts.

I walked lazily, striding my crocodile feet on the carpet like a snake to the kitchen. I poured

I didn't know if Jake had returned or not. Hell, I don't even know why I am still at his house. Nevertheless, I tiptoed quietly to his bedroom, turned the doorknob stealthily only to

could he be at this time of hour?

I looked outside the window. It was raining cats and dogs, in spring! I was worried sick if he

of a car. I jumped from the sofa, reaching for the door when it opened itself

when I saw Jake kissing Victoria as if his life depended on it, his hands gripping her thighs which were wrapped firmly on his waist. Her hands were roaming through his perfectly gelled

rather loudly to my ears, his hands now under her half-naked chest, massaging them and his tongue invading her neck, eliciting a

floor, avoiding the discarded stationery on the floor, my eyes now a well of tears when her bra and his shirt fell

which were heavy with all my crushed feelings, running hastily to my room. I slumped on the bed, my

drawer and found condoms lying above. I quickly closed it. Of course, there would be condoms only, its fucking Jake's house for God's sake! I

not wanting to hear more of her moans and mewls. And most of all, I didn't want Jake to see me in such a state when he had no idea what I