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 let me-"

sure to 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

I need to talk to Emily soon.

changed the neighbourhood. They were never actually around except for times when I was sick or

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 death because he was a playboy. It didn't matter that he himself came from a rich family.

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 mother. His parents used to me well as 'Chipmunk' when I visited them once to correct my innocent

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

over, I would

reading my feelings saying me to keep it 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

sighed. Our classmates were almost all married; I had attended the wedding of some whom I

sleep to stop my haywire thoughts.

my crocodile feet on

know why I am still at his house. Nevertheless, I tiptoed quietly to his bedroom, turned

be at this time of hour?

he had

from the sofa, reaching for the door when it opened itself

putting hands over my mouth immediately, my eyes wide as saucers 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 hair, thrusting her tongue

desk, sliding the stationery down the floor which ringed rather loudly to my ears, his hands now under her half-naked chest, massaging them and his tongue invading

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

room. I slumped on the bed, my heart heavy as that rain which was seeping into the

fucking Jake's house for God's sake! I need to get out of here! Now! Otherwise, I was afraid I might end up

want Jake to see me in