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.

"Jake, at least

drop by your wedding if I had the time off with my work. See you around then, " he said conclusively before he walked out leaving me still in a

need to talk to Emily soon.

met Jake in high school when my parents changed the neighbourhood. They were never actually around

never saw him much, not even for my birthdays. When I had first developed a crush on Jake, I was horrified to death because he was a playboy. It didn't matter that he himself came from a rich family.

He had got his cocky personality from his father but a kind heart

visited me to offer me gifts on Christmas and when I went to make her

was over, I would have to break my friendship from Jake.

one, she was rather happy and collected after reading my feelings saying me to keep it with me for years until he'd propose to me.

Our classmates were almost all married; I had attended the wedding

sleep to stop

little later, feeling thirsty as a fish. I walked lazily, striding my crocodile feet on the carpet like a

if Jake had returned or not. Hell, I don't even know why I am still at his house. Nevertheless, I tiptoed quietly to

this

raining cats and dogs, in spring! I was worried sick if he had taken the umbrella or not, hell he

limping in pain due to my own injury when I heard the screeching of a car. I jumped from the sofa, reaching for the door when it opened itself and in surprise, I hid behind the sofa where from I peeked at the intruder.

depended on it, his hands gripping her thighs which were wrapped firmly on his waist. Her hands were roaming through his perfectly gelled hair, thrusting her tongue

now under her half-naked chest, massaging them and his tongue invading her

I instantly looked down, my mind clouded with several emotions when I found my cheeks with something wet called tears. I quietly slid down the floor, avoiding the discarded

my feet up a little which were heavy with all my crushed feelings, running hastily to my room. I slumped

the 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 need to get out of here! Now! Otherwise, I was afraid I might end up dead with something ridiculous as they call rejection.

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 was going through. I didn't want to give him much fodder to make fun of me.