Chapter thirty eight 3

I had knelt Infront of the toilet throwing up wearing only Drake's black t-shirt when I felt a wet towel on the back of my neck.

"You girls really drunk alot.Betty has been throwing up since 3am..." I didn't feel like seeing him let alone talking to himI stood up, flushed the toilet and walked to the faucet where I rinsed my face.

"Here, have some water..." He handed me a cold bottled water and I downed it without hesitation. I was really thirsty.

"Yesterday, you really said some harsh words..." He whispered and I walked past him.

"Are you going to give me this silent treatment crap?" He yelled behind my back.I was done with his bullsh*t. I won't be the one in the sidelines waiting for him to stop being a confused junk.I began walking to the closet when my arm was grabbed and he pulled me towards him.

"I am the one who should be mad. You told my sister about us, you called me an asshole and even had the guts to compare me to Daniel. You deserve to be punished..."

"I want to go home and sleep..." I said in a bored tone.

"You are going nowhere Jemima Jobs..." He placed his arm around my waist and pushed me closer to him.

"Do you want to have sex?" I asked in a tone full of sarcasm.

"I am only wearing a t-shirt. No, your t-shirt.Just turn me around, push me on the bed and have it. Or no, rip it open and let's do it in the bathroom like the first time."

"Jemima What has gotten into you?" He asked in a pleading tone.

"I realised you are a fake and a fony. I wish I never laid my eyes on you. I love you, give myself to you but I am never enough. I am done waiting." I cussed out in emphasis.

"I care about you Jemima alot. About yesterday It was for appearances..."

"Appearances?You didn't ask me to dance. No text, you didn't even look for me. Immediately you saw her, you forgot your date. Do you want s*x? Because that's all you want from this bitch, nothing more." He dropped his arm from my waist and pulled back.

"Jemima, I really care about you..."

"You say one thing and do the other Drake.You are so comfortable with her. With me you have to wear fucking glasses and cap..I thought when you left her things would change but there is no difference. Just go back into her arms because I won't let you break me more than you have..."I tried to bite down my cheek to keep from crying but couldn't. My heart was bleeding, my soul was in pain. It's like I was in a dark vacuum and no one came to my rescue. I was lost, I was drowning in the love I have for this man.

"I am sorry..." He whispered in a cracked voice.

"It's already too late Drake, this can't work. You are so selfish that you never mind hurting those around you. I was your date yesterday but all you cared about is appearances..."

"I am sorry..." He whispered in a cracked voice.

"Please don't leave me..." He had arms at his side, shoulders slumped.

"I will do better Jemima ..."

"Yesterday I realised, I am the one in the wrong place. Not Cardi . I came between two people in love and I hate myself for that. And I hate you for making me fall for you..." I shoved his chest with my hands only to be pulled closer.

"I am sorry Jemima, don't leave please..." He whispered into my ear and all the hairs on my body stood up. I can't believe he still has the same effect on me even when I am fumming.

"Let's make love me forget all about this..." His mouth was on my neck, kissing and licking as I rolled my eyes.It always summarises to us having s*x.

"You sicken me..." I whispered into his ear and pulled back.I turned around and began walking towards the closet when he shouted, "Will you be my girlfriend Jemima Jobs?"