Go away, Jake.

I silently pray.

“Emma, open the door … For the love of god.” He returns, his voice calmer, yet still booming through at me.

“Someone’s at the door, Jake …”

Go answer it and leave me alone to freak out. Leave me to calm down and stop shaking like a leaf.

I’m trying to sound cold and cool, but I’m petrified.

“I don’t give a fuck, now open the door … Why are you hiding?” he’s exasperated, hurt.

Why am I hiding? Because I’m scared … The overwhelming realization of what I’ve just done is drowning me. Jake’s anger and aggression are scaring me. I’m suffocating, and I can’t think straight. I can’t look at him … How could I? I’ve just seen every part of him naked and let him do things to me; intimate things … Pleasurable things!

For the first time in my life they didn’t feel wrong, yet I experience the most guilt and shame I’ve ever felt. It’s too much. My head feels like it’s going to self-implode, taking my body with it.

The buzzer goes again, only this time longer and repetitive, someone making it clear they have no intention of going away. He thumps the door once more, making me jerk, as he storms away, cursing. Whoever is out there is persistent, and he knows they’re not going to just leave.

I run to grab a robe, now that I know he’s gone. I’m vibrating all over and I know it’s not just from fear. My body is still reeling from what he did to me; the overwhelming climax that rocked my entire world.

the remains of my clothes until I’m fully naked and swathe myself in the plush bathrobe, hoping to feel

make them out, but one is Jake and one sounds like it might be

Who’s he talking to?

little green-eyed monster pushing herself out, knowing he’s with a woman out there and my suspicion is peaked. At least it means he’s leaving me alone, for that I’m grateful, but I need to calm down

to get too close to

picks up and drops on a whim

and never goes back to

this happen. I did what every other female on the planet does. I fell at the feet of Jake Carrero and gave him

fact

brain fuck and over thinks every tiny detail.

he want to deal with all the mess that I

they should be. Whoever is here has been moved to his room, and he’s shut the door. I physically slump, knowing he would only take someone whose shared his bed into his room to talk. Someone here in a

me and slowly slide forward to unlock the door, peeking out as I do. I can see his from here and it’s shut, the sitting area clear. My hands trembling, I move out slowly, pulling the robe tighter. Fear giving way

skirt and panties on the floor nearby and Jake’s clothes are still lying in a heap. Whoever came here

him. I want to know if it’s one of his play mates, even though

overly familiar to me hits me

ribs retract and my heart thumps

Marissa Hartley!

Fuck.

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