Now that I think of it, I don’t feel like I had sex. That slightly sore feeling you have in the morning after a good fuck isn’t there. Maybe he was just small. Or it was a she. No I’m definitely wearing a man’s shirt, it even smells salty like a man. Oh well, what’s done is done.
I try to run my fingers through my hair to at least try to look decent. I rinse my mouth out with water, but it doesn’t seem to help. So, I decide to look for some mouthwash under the sink. BINGO! Can’t go wrong with Scope. Man, this shit burns.
My head snaps to the door when I hear motion on the other side of it. I spit and rinse with water again before I make my way back to the bedroom. As I reach to open the door I look at myself again over my shoulder. This shirt barely covers my ass. I try to tug it down but it’s no use. I’m sure whoever is on the other side of the door has already seen all there is to see so I don’t know why I am stressing over it.
I open the door slowly and step out. There he is sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for me. I want to cry.
Chapter 21
Jonas
It’s been a shity few weeks. I know I shouldn’t be worried about her, but I can’t get her out of my head. This girl that stole my heart, and then broke it. I shouldn’t care for her. I shouldn’t think of her. So why do I?
“Are you sure you won’t come home with me. Eric and Mara will be very sad if you miss the wedding.”
“I know Ness. I just need to be on my own for a while. To clear my head, you know.”
“Why don’t you just call her? Jonas you know she didn’t mean for any of that to happen.”
Whether she meant it or not, it did happen. I can’t just forget that she…I just can’t. Maybe this is what I deserve for all the women I mistreated in the past, the women I used for sex, the women I used to gain things from. This is my penitence.
She eventually stopped calling, I would reject the call every time I saw her name flash across the screen. It pained me to see it; her name, her beautiful name. Though some days I sit and stare at my phone just hoping to see it. Would I answer it? I don’t know that I could. I miss her, everything about her.
“Jonas?”
“Sorry what did you say?”
Nessa rolls her eyes at me. “Never mind.”
I drop her at the airport, she is flying out in a few hours. Going back to Greece to help my cousin and his fiancé with some last minute wedding details. I was supposed to go with her but I decided I would go just before the wedding. I really don’t feel like spending time with the happy couple when I lost my happiness.
I know Spencer and Nessa have kept in contact, she likes to give me updates and sneak in details about Ember. It drives me crazy. Not because she does it, but because I want to hear it. From the sound of it she is doing good. I am glad that after I spoke with her boss she decided to let me talk to the board so the fight couldn't ruin her career. I was the one that started it, it was my event and I took the blame. The last thing I want is her to suffer for something I did.
As much as I hurt, maybe I should want her to suffer, but I just can’t bear the thought of it. She may have broken me, but I would never want to see her suffer.
I have decided I will stay here for a few more weeks. I could go home to France, but I just can’t bring myself to leave yet. I feel like when I leave this city it will really be the end. Not that there ever really was a beginning. I still can’t bring myself to leave her. I wake up every morning hoping it was all a bad dream, but I’m living the nightmare.
I need to get her off my mind. Or maybe I need to see her. I have no idea how to handle these emotions. I find myself once again parking down the street from her apartment. I just need to see her, just for a moment. This probably makes me look like a stalker but I really don’t care anymore. It’s the only way I have been able to get through the past few weeks.
I know she stayed with him. Kade. I hate that prick. I wish I would have broken more than just his nose. Though it’s been a few weeks since I saw her with him. Since the day she was on the beach. She looked so beautiful, she always does. I wanted so badly to go to her that day, but then Kade showed up. They seem to have been fighting and I hoped it was he who would now have a broken heart. But it looks like he’s still around.
I watch her as she pulls things out of her Jeep. He’s just standing there, what a twat. He should be helping her. She looks really happy. Maybe everything I thought she felt was wrong, maybe…What the hell? Is he? No, he can’t be doing that? He’s on bended knee, asking her to marry him? This can’t be happening. In the middle of the street? What kind of proposal is that? She deserves so much more.
What is she saying? She can’t actually say yes to that, can she? Would she? My heart is breaking all over again. The women I love could actually marry that twat.
She looks mad, that’s good. Mad is definitely good. Now she’s walking away from him. Did she say no? She must have, she disappeared into the building and he is left standing there looking like a fool. Well this made my day much better. I hope he is as miserable as I am.
∞∞∞
I wake up to my phone ringing, it's 3:00 in the morning. Who in their right mind would be calling at this hour? I ignore the call without looking at my phone. I turn over hoping sleep will find me again, but the ringing starts again. I don’t want to deal with people right now, so I bury my face into my pillow.
But what if it is her?
I quickly grab the phone, but it has stopped ringing. I look at the call log. Spencer? Why would he be calling me, especially at this hour? It rings again.
“Hello?”
“Jonas, I need your help.” he sound panicked
“Spencer, do you know what time it is? What could you possibly need help with right now?”
“I lost Emmey, Ember, I lost her.”
“What do you mean you lost her? You live in the same apartment. Why is it so loud? Where are you?” now I’m starting to panic.
“We went out and I said something I probably shouldn’t have said while she had been drinking. She stormed off and now I can’t find her. It’s been three hours. I have her phone so I can’t even ping her. I don’t even know if she is still here. Lucy said she closed her tab hours ago. I have searched every inch of this club. Jonas I’m scared something happened, what if something happened to her. This is all my fault. I just wanted you two to work things out, I never thought it would upset her so much.”
“Wait, she was upset because you wanted us to be together?’
“No, she was upset that I brought you up, all together. She is in pain and I just opened the wound again. But that doesn’t matter right now, I need to find her.”
“Where are you?” I ask him as I tug on my pants and shirt.
“The Apollo Club.”
“I’m on my way.” I hang up and get my shoes on as I’m running out the door. It’s only a ten minute drive from Old Town. I can make it in five.
I pull up to the door and see some creep with his arms around her, dragging her down the pavement. She looks like she is really drunk, she can’t know what is happening. I jump out of my car and run to her.
“What the hell do you think you are doing?” I ask the man holding her.
“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m taking my girl home with me. Fuck off.” he says as he starts to move her away from me.
“She is not your girl. You know how I know that? Because she is mine. Now if you don’t take your hands off of her I will rip your fucking throat out.”
A look of shock and horror comes across his face before he drops her. I catch her before she hits the ground and take her in my arms. She is barely conscious. What the hell, did he drug her?
“Ember? Can you hear me, love? I’m going to take care of you, I promise.”
She makes a sound like she is trying to speak but nothing really comes out. I have to get her to throw up, maybe that will help. I rush back to my car and get her buckled in before I rush to the driver’s seat and spe
ed off to my flat.
I will have to call Spencer, but right now I need to make sure she is ok. That is more important. I get her out of the car and carry her straight to the bathroom. I know she probably won’t like this but she needs to get some of this shit out of her system. I take her to the shower and sit with her in my lap. Leaning her over I stick my finger down her throat to induce vomiting. It works.
We stay there for a while just in case she gets sick. I pull my phone out of my back pocket and call Spencer.
“Spence, I have her.”
“Oh thank God. Where are you?”
“I brought her to my flat. She was being taken by some creep when I pulled up, he had the nerve to say she was his girlfriend. He’s lucky I didn’t knock his teeth out. I probably would have if I hadn’t been worried about her hitting the ground when he dropped her.”
“Jonas, thank you. Thank you so much. I don’t know what I would have done if something happened to her.” he is crying.
I know how close they are and he would have blamed himself if something had happened to her. I can’t think about what the creep would have done to her. My Ember. I will find that bastard and kill for even thinking about it.
“I’ll text you my address, can you get here?”
“Yes.”
I hang up and text him the address and the door code. I let him know that my door is still unlocked, maybe even ajar.
I feel her shaking in my arms, and then she vomits again. Good, she needs to get it out of her. I sit on the shower floor with her in my arms, her head against my chest. I don’t really know how long we have been here when I hear Spencer yelling from somewhere in my flat.
“We are here.” I yell so he can follow my voice
Soon he is at the door, still tears streaming from his eyes. He comes closer and crouches down to see her face.
“She looks like shit. Lucy said she downed four shots before she closed her tab, and this princess only takes hard shots. So, I know she was going to be drunk, but this is much worse than I ever imagined.”
“She got a lot out of her system, looks like she must have had something after.” I nod toward the unnaturally green liquid vomit.
“Well that’s gross.” Is all he says.
“You want to get her cleaned up? I’ll find something for you to put on her.”
“You sure you don’t want to do it yourself?” he says looking at the vomit that we are both covered in.
“I really don’t think I should be undressing her without her permission. I’m not worried about the mess, I will clean it later. I can put her in the tub if that will make it easier for you.”
“Yeah, do that.” he nods.
I pull her back into a good position for me to carry her and stand with her in my arms, careful to not slip. I place her in the tub and take my shirt and pants off, tossing them into the shower. I wash my hands and then go to my dresser to get her something to wear for the night.
“Here, this should be good enough for her to sleep in.” I say as I set one of my white t-shirts on the counter. I walk out and close the door.
I hear the water running and I’m not sure what’s going on in there but I wish I would have done it myself. I know he would never hurt her, but not being in there is killing me.
After a while the door opens and he has her in his arms. I point to my bed and he lays her down.
“I’m going to clean up, you can stay if you like. I have a guest room.”
“Yes, I will stay. Do you think she will be ok? I mean you don’t think someone drugged her, do you?”
“Honestly, I don’t know if it was that or just a large amount of alcohol, but with the amount that came out, I would say she just drank too much. The guest room is just down the hall from the kitchen.”
With that I close the door and make my way to the shower. It is nearly all liquid so not hard to clean up. I rinse my clothes and her dress and set them on the tub, I’ll put them in the wash after I clean myself off.
After I finish, I take the clothes to the wash and get a glass of water and painkillers. She will need it when she wakes. I take it to my bedroom and set them on the bedside table. I can’t help but stare at her. Even after she broke my heart, she is still the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on. She still makes my heart beat faster. As much as I wish I didn’t I still love her. I will never stop loving her.
I move the hair from her face and kiss her cheek. No matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to leave the room. I can’t bring myself to leave her. I crawl into bed with her and watch her chest rise and fall as she breaths until sleep takes me.
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When I wake next to her for the first time, it’s like a dream. She is my sleeping beauty. I wish for nothing more than to pull her into my arms and kiss her, but I know that would be a bad idea. Mostly because I’m sure she has no clue where she even is. Partly because I don’t want to get attached and lose her all over again.
I get out of bed, careful not to wake her. I know she will need much more sleep. I head to the kitchen and make some porridge. As I sit down to eat, Spencer makes his way into the kitchen.
“Breakfast?”
“You call that breakfast? That looks like baby food. Where’s the bacon and eggs’?” he asks laughing.
“As a matter of fact, this is one of my favorite breakfast foods. It reminds me of home. But if you prefer, feel free to browse the cupboards.”
“Nah, I’m too lazy for all that. Baby food will have to do.” we both laugh. “So, how is she?”
I look at my bowl and shrug.
“Is she at least breathing?” he asks sarcastically.
I roll my eyes at him. “She is still sleeping. That is all I know at this point. We will see when she wakes.”
“I’m sure she is going to flip shit when she wakes up in some unfamiliar bed. This should be entertaining.”
“You have a sick sense of humor.” I say dryly.
We talk for a bit and watch a movie while she sleeps. Soon it is lunch time and she still has yet to wake. Spencer says he has to go and to call him when she does. So now I just wait. Wait for her to wake up.
Will she be angry that she is here? I didn’t put much thought to it when I woke but now I worry that she will be upset that she is here with me. What if I am the last person she wants to see.
I don’t have to wait long to find out because I hear the water running. I make my way to the bedroom. First thing I notice is the water glass I left for her is empty and the pill bottle is still open.
I pace for a few moments not sure what to do. I hear the water again so I sit on the bed and watch the door, waiting for her to open it. I want to see her. I can’t seem to keep my hands from shaking. I didn’t think I would be so nervous to see her, talk to her, be near her again.
The door opens, it feels like in slow motion, and she takes a step out before she looks at me. Shock is the only thing I can see on her face. I’m not sure if that is good or bad.
“Hello beautiful.” I say hoping she isn’t angry.
All of the sudden she has tears streaming down her face. Shit, I should have known she wouldn’t want to see me. I look to the ground not sure what to do now. I hear her footsteps coming closer, and before I know it her bare feet are just in front of me.
I look up and can’t help myself, she is in my arms and her lips are on mine. I missed her so much. I feel complete when she is with me. I can’t live without her. She tastes like mouthwash, which I am thankful for. I can’t seem to break away from her lips, the fit so perfectly against mine. When we finally stop to catch our breath, I see she is still crying.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you, Jonas. I wish I would have done things differently. I’m so sorry I…”
I cut her off when my lips take hers again. She wraps her arms around my neck and mine around her waist. I pull her as close to me as she can get, lifting her from the ground. I will never have enough of her, I will always want more. I neve
r should have walked away from her that night; it was the biggest mistake I have ever made.
I lower her so her feet are back on the ground and part my lips from her. I have to tell her what I feel. I have to do it right now.
“Ember, I’m sorry too. I never should have gotten so angry, I shouldn’t have started a fight with him. I never asked you if you had ended it with him, it was just me hoping you had. I got angry and it was stupid of me. I never meant to make you cry. I can’t tell you how much that kills me, knowing that I caused your tears. I love you. I am so in love with you.”
Her tears are falling faster now and I am still not sure if that is good or bad at this point. She is just looking at me like I spoke a foreign language to her…wait, did I? No, I’m positive it was English.
“I love you too.” She finally says.
My heart is soaring. I wrap my arms around her again and kiss her like my life depends on it. She kisses me back with the same vigor. Soon I find my hand trailing down her back, her ass and to her thighs. I grab them and pull her up, she wraps her legs around me and moans against my lips. I turn and place a knee on the bed before gently laying her on her back. I can feel the heat coming from between her legs and I feel myself growing harder by the second.
I slid my hand up her thigh and under the shirt she has on. I feel her soft skin under my fingers, like silk. When I reach her left breast, she moans into my mouth and I gladly take it in. She arches her back causing her center to grind against my manhood. I can’t help but let something that sounds like a growl escape from my mouth. She smiles against my lips and takes my bottom lip between her teeth, nibbling and sucking on it. This causes another low growl from me.
I feel her hands on my bare back, her fingertips lightly tracing my muscles as they move under her touch. The hand I have under her back is now pulling her flush against my body while the other has abandoned her breast to hold myself up. Her legs tighten around me and she closes any distance that may have been left between us.
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