Chapter forty 2

When I woke up, I was alone in bed.I sat upright, pulling my legs to my chest.There was no other name to describe what I felt apart from happy.After he made sure of multiple or*asms, I am surprised he is awake.Just thinking of him, my body trembles.I stood from the bed and slid the glass window to the bathroom excited to join him but he wasn't there.

Disappointed, I wore the bathrobe that was lazily lying on the bed and headed downstairs..There he was only in a boxer and an apron making me to so desperately want him. He was doing a weird dance around the kitchen looking like an incompetent freak.Trying to shake his hips and whine his waist as Dance for you by Beyonce played in the background. I tiptoed to where he was and slipped my hands inside the apron. I began roaming my hands all over his chest and loved how his skin burned under my fingertips."Damn Jemima!" He moaned.

"Do you like it?" I began trailing kisses on his back that he shivered.

"Don't you think it's so early to bring me on my knees?"

"With you, I can't help me..."He turned around to face me, his hands on my hips.

"What do you do to me Jemima?" He lifted me up to the counter and gripped my wrists locking them behind me, making me arch my back.

"Do you want me?"How would he ask me that? My skin was trembling under his touch.I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him closer.

"Let me guess, you have nothing under that bathrobe..." I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him closer.

"Let me guess, you have nothing under that bathrobe..."I nodded, smiling mischievously.He took my mouth by force and I felt light-headed. Our Kisses were the deep kind of kisses that leave little room for thought.I wanted him to kiss me so rough that my lips would swell.

"For teasing me yesterday, I am gonna leave you wanting me..." He broke the kiss and pulled back leaving me only feeling and wanting.

"I want you Drake..."

"Breakfast is ready..Mercy is taking the whole of this week off. I will go and take a shower..."

"Drake?"

"Have your breakfast Jemima..."How could he do this to me? I wanted more, I needed more.I couldn't get enough of him.

He stuck his tongue out and jogged upstairs.He stuck his tongue out and jogged upstairs.I had my breakfast: Coffee, two sausages and a toast so angry and disappointed. I felt deprived of something important.

"I need a swim..." I said to myself and walked to the glass picture window in the living room that led to the other side of the villa where there was a pool and a summer kitchen with entailed a small fridge, a sink, barbeque and garden furniture.After swimming for what seemed like forever, I headed to our room to freshen up. Drake was busy talking with someone on his phone in the balcony that he didn't even notice me walk in.

I chose to let him be and took a shower.. I got out of the bathroom, wore my white sundress with a pair of sandals , decided to settle for a natural make up look and sat on the edge of the bed waiting for him to wrap up the conversation .I was getting restless and impatient. The conversation seemed to get funnier as he laughed after every five seconds. That's it, I am taking that phone from him. I walked to the balcony and what happened next made me regret why I didn't go downstairs instead.

"Cardi you got this.You are a runway model, you won't fuck up. If my mom wants you to be her model during next month's fashion week then she knows you are the best.Don't freak out, you got this. You are a perfectionist.

He said he wouldn't pick up her calls or text her and here he is laughing like his life depends on it. I am sure one of his ribs is broken because of too much laughing.I cleared my throat behind him and the look of his face when he turned around to face me was priceless.It was between shocked and scared.

"It's not what you think..." He stammered the moment he disconnected the call.

"I will have a walk, don't wait up for me. I don't know when I will be back..."

I swallowed down hard the now developed lump of tears in my throat. He keeps lying to me and I keep giving him a million chances.

"But you don't know this place..." The more he walked close to me, the more I stepped back.

"I can always ask, I just need time to think. We both need time apart. I am sorry I interrupted your conversation with your beloved."

"It's not what you think..." He tried to explain but I couldn't hear it.I walked to the closet grabbed my black leather jacket, changed into a pair of shorts that reached just slightly above my knees and a plain white t-shirt.

"You know I won't allow you to go out dressed like that..." There was a ton of warning in the edge of his voice.

"I don't give a fuck.Go back to talking to your bitch and I will make my visit here useful. We don't want me feeling like a third wheel, do we?"

"You know I won't allow you to go out dressed like that..." There was a ton of warning in the edge of his voice.I slammed the door and ran downstairs.

"Jemima, wait?" I could hear him plead behind me.I picked my phone that was lazily lying on the table and ran out of the house.Finally he caught up with me and grabbed my arm,"It's not what you think. You don't even know this place."

"I need time to think," I said in a choked sob,"Choose to either give me time to think or leave you..."


He looked at me wanting to say something but instead chose to remain silent.

"Be careful..." He dropped my hand and walked me out of the automatic wide gate.

"I will be calling you after every ten minutes..." He stated and I nodded wordlesslyMy eyes couldn't stop surrendering into pain as I walked down the streets of this beautiful town. I know I looked an emotional wreck but I didn't care.Drake kept calling after every ten minutes but I didn't pick up. He was the last person I wanted to talk to.

"He isnt worth it."I said to myself as I swiped my fingers under my eyes only to bump into Something hard that I almost fell on my ass.

" Jemima" I felt familiar hands on my arms."Jordan."