=-Bethany's POV=-
I was expecting something more sensual and intimate between us, but all I got was a letdown. Following the restroom incident, Jacob gradually distanced himself from me.
Most of the time, he's probably on a conference call or reading. He was too busy to talk to me, which irritated me! I wanted to pay him visits every day, but Jacob made that impossible.
Furthermore, I couldn't figure out why I was missing him when we lived in the same house! Is it true that my feelings for him have gotten out of hand? We ran into each other in the corridor one day after both of us exited our bedrooms at the same time. Jacob's disregard for me was perplexing. As he walked past me, I grabbed his arm and stopped him.
"What are you up to, Jacob?"
Jacob's gaze shifted from my delicate hand on his arm to me. "I'm doing the right thing, Bethany," he said.
"Like you're ignoring me?" If you keep acting like this, I'd rather leave Jacob." I gave him an ultimatum because my annoyance had reached a boiling point and I was already stressed.
"How do you feel about our arrangement, Bethany?" "Do you remember why you chose to be a heroine?"
For starters, he's a businessman, so putting together a deal that benefits him was standard procedure. "How much is it?" Sighing in frustration, I inquired.
Jacob's brow furrowed at me, probably because he was puzzled. "If you're referring to your free time, "Jacob, I'm telling you right now that you can't afford it," he replied, his voice bitter.
"Try me," I said as if there was no guarantee I'd be able to collect the money I needed to pay for Jacob's release. I waited for his reaction, but there was none, and he left! Before frustration ate me alive, I went for a walk outside to get some fresh air.
Jacob's disinterest has grown worse with each passing day, and I'm at a loss for how to approach him without coming across as cheap.
I should have been relieved that Jacob didn't press the issue, but his indifference made me feel unattractive and undesirable. I wasn't a sucker for his attention, but his constant disregard for me bothered me.
I'd wake up at night expecting him to knock on my door, and I'd lose sleep! I was curious as to what had happened to me recently and why I couldn't stop thinking about him.
While strolling through the garden, my mind wandered to my life before meeting Jacob, and I concluded that it was not enjoyable. Yes, I was competitive, and I met my father's and the company's objectives. I couldn't think of anything else I could do to make Roger Middleton the proudest father on the planet.
I was so preoccupied with my thoughts that I missed Jacob, who was already in the garden when I arrived at her location. When Jacob cleared his throat, I became aware of him. I raised my brows at Jacob and continued to look away.
If I had known he was going to the garden, I would have chosen a different location to gather my thoughts. I scowled at the prospect of speaking politely to him again because I would never do such a thing...ever!
"Hello, Bethany," Jacob said as he winked at her.
I rolled my eyes at him after he winked, and Jacob burst out laughing and walked away. He never gave me a chance to say hello, and he was always the first to leave.
What an annoyance!
Jacob was only a few meters away, and instead of concentrating on my thoughts, I was drawn to his alluring body and grin.
I checked Jacob from time to time to see if he was staring at me, but he wasn't! I was curious as to what had kept his gaze fixed on his phone. When I couldn't take it any longer, I left the garden and went back inside.
I was on my way to the library to pick up a book when I happened to pass Jacob's pub and had an idea. I had a high tolerance for alcohol because drinking with guys was sometimes required to seal a deal.
The bottle had already been opened when Jacob arrived. "Many thanks!" As I lifted the bottle to my lips to take a sip, I said this. When Jacob saw me drinking like an alcoholic, he was taken aback.
He probably shuddered because it was so crude and nasty to him. "Can you explain your problem?" As he snatched the beer from my grasp, he screamed at me.
"Do I have to have a problem drinking a beer?" I asked cynically. Jacob greeted me with his teeth as he looked at me.
"You're stubborn, Bethany. "We'll talk later," he said. It appeared to be a statement, but it sounded more like a warning to me.
What has caused him to become so enraged? I was only drinking an ice-cold beer, for the love of God! When he left me alone in the bar, I decided to go back to my room and nap. In any case, I left the door open so he could get to me.
Unfortunately, he did not come to check on me. When I checked the time, I jumped out of bed because I realized it was too late to make our dinner. I hurried into the kitchen, pulling my hair back into a ponytail.
When I passed by the dining hall, dinner was already on the table, and Jacob's scowling expression awaited me. "Did you hire a new cook?" I inquired.
"I cooked it myself," he said, motioning for me to take a seat.
The perfume of grilled fish and pork assaulted my nose, and I temporarily forgot about the scowling man on the other side of the table. I piled grilled delights on my plate, frustrated that I couldn't face him right now.
I couldn't help but notice him, who was completely engrossed in his meal, as I bit into the well-marinated pork. Meanwhile, I tried to ignore the quiet man on the other side of the table and concentrate on my food.
He asked, "Are you done eating?" after noticing me wiping the corners of my lips.
"Yes," I replied.
I expected Jacob to leave after dinner, but he didn't, as he usually does. I should take the initiative because he was becoming increasingly difficult to obtain!
I went back to the bar quietly to get some more drinks. I needed some strength to finish my mission. About thirty minutes later, Jacob walked into the pub, scowling at me.
"You've been drinking!" He made a remark.
"Perhaps," I said as I tried to leave the pub, but the world around me started to spin. I clung to the counter for support, but Jacob snatched me up before I fell.
"I warned you not to drink too much, but you're stubborn!" I had no idea he'd appear out of nowhere to catch me.
I swayed while walking as if I were drunk, hoping he'd carry me back to my room. He did, however, simply hold her arm steady until we arrived at my room. Before he left, he helped me into my bed and turned off the lights.
"Please stay," I said to him.
He considered staying for a moment before murmuring, "Next time, Bethany."
I was disappointed when Jacob flatly refused my invitation. I tried to sleep by closing my eyes, but I couldn't fall asleep. I got out of bed, annoyed that I didn't get what I wanted, and made my way to the door. I tiptoed down the hallway to Jacob's room, exhaling deeply as I paused outside his door. I stood near the door but couldn't bring myself to knock. I couldn't decide whether to knock or go back to my room. I took another deep breath and closed my eyes. When I felt confident enough to announce my presence, I raised my hand and knocked on his door.
The door opened with only three knocks, and I swallowed the lump in my throat while trying to calm my heartbeat. I wasn't supposed to be nervous in his presence, but the way he looked at me was out of the ordinary.
I averted my gaze because I felt naked in front of his eyes, but Jacob caressed my face and compelled me to look at him. For a brief moment, our gazes were locked, and no one dared to look away. Standing outside his room is inconvenient, so I wish he would move sooner. When he snatched me and dragged me into his room, I gasped for air.
I didn't care that there were no words to describe the intensity of our needs, whether sexual or emotional. In my heart, I yearned for him. He was pleading with me. Or perhaps I had already fallen in love with him. I didn't want to think about whatever was going on.
"Could you please tell me what you want, Bethany?" Jacob inquired, wary of touching me.
Jacob inquired about my desires, but I was at a loss for words. I was baffled! I didn't know what I was looking for except for him to touch, embrace, or kiss me. Without thinking, I threw myself at Jacob.
I was taken aback by his sudden attack on his mouth, and my eyes widened as I realized I liked the way he conquered me with his lips. My knees started to wobble, and I had no choice but to grab his hand for support.
I grumbled inwardly, protesting that he had gone too far, but the man mistook my grumble for agreement and increased the intensity of the kiss. As his tongue freely wandered within my mouth, I gasped for oxygen.
It was sexy and sensual, and the way that particular muscle moved inside of me reminded me of how much I enjoyed it. A faint groan escaped my lips as he proceeded to conquer my mouth, and I wondered why I wasn't afraid that something would happen between us.
Despite my lack of skill in the art of seduction or lovemaking, I took the initiative and wrapped my arms around him, and before we knew it, we were both naked.
We were both in a hurry, so it was quick, but we didn't say anything to divert our attention.
When his lips slid downhill to my neck and softly nibbled it, I was completely lost, so when he placed his mouth on my breast and sucked on it, I didn't object and just let him go. I held his head in place with my hands, and the memory of what he had done to me caused me to arch my back. I didn't want him to stop because it was so incredible.
Jacob dragged me to his colossal bed, but he didn't ravish me right away. He paused for a few moments as if debating whether or not to proceed. Perhaps he was trying to restrain his sexual desire for fear of hurting me. If that was the case, he was a true gentleman.
I muttered his name, "Jacob," when he didn't respond.
"Oh God," he murmured before crawling on top of me and kissing my lips.
As he ravaged my mouth, I kept wanting more!
His hands moved slowly down to my breasts, caressing them gently. He stroked my nipples gently, as if they were his favorite toys, and pinched them. As he teased my boobs, soft whimpers escaped my lips. Jacob groaned every time I moaned at his touch. His hands then wanted to investigate further, so he gently touched the hollow between my breasts, into my stomach, and lingered at my belly button.
I groaned louder as he played with my navel, encouraging him to be more daring with his touch. As his hands moved towards my wetness, I closed her legs and kept his hands from touching them.
Jacob groaned in response to my intervention, but I refused to part my legs for him. He persuaded me to open one of my breasts for him by gently sucking it.
When his tongue played with my softness, I arched my back and grasped for his hair when he licked my nipples like a baby. Jacob never missed an opportunity to touch me as I gradually separated my legs.
I cursed as his finger found its way to my dampness and gently massaged my clitoris. I bit my bottom lip and panted for air while he worked on the most sensitive part of my body. I was smitten by the way he caressed me and wished for more. When Jacob noticed me biting my lower lip and staring back at him, it was the most erotic feeling I'd ever felt.
"I'd love to feel your lips around my hardness," he said, raising my brows in surprise. When his fingers began to work their magic on my body, I closed my eyes and then reopened them. He traced hot, wet kisses from my breasts to my flat belly and between my legs slowly. I yelped in surprise as I felt his tongue licking, tasting, and savoring every inch of my wetness.
"Oh," I moaned louder as I grasped his thick hair, which I grabbed and gripped for support. It was uncomfortable seeing him between my thighs, but I couldn't get enough of the thrill his tongue was giving me!
I spread my legs wider, making it easier for him to get to my folds. He never stopped licking his finger while attempting to insert it into my flesh. When I groaned in pain, he imagined how tight I must have been to feel the agony of being fingered. He was eager to take me, but I got the impression that he enjoyed watching me writhe in pure delight.
"I'm going to need you right now, Bethany." He announced this before he stopped licking and fingering my moisture. He shifted his weight, and before I could react, he pierced me with one swift move!
He didn't budge an inch. Instead, he started moving, and I felt relieved as he tried to extract the hardness he had implanted inside me. My relief, however, was short-lived because he attempted to move again. Regardless of our past experience, his size proved to be uncomfortable!
"Oh, no!" I tried to stop him, but he kept pulling and pushing it back, not listening to me. I expected it to be even worse, but his constant pushing and pulling gradually reduced the pain until it was gone. All I could think about was the wonderful sensation, and when I looked at him, I didn't expect him to look back. As our bodies rocked in unison, his gaze never left mine, and we felt as if we were one.
Neither of us dared to speak after what happened. I wasn't coerced into doing it, and he wasn't either. I let it happen because I wanted to fulfill something…such as a need I didn’t know existed. However, I wished I wasn’t weak enough to succumb to his charms again. I wished I was able to say no. I wished I had the courage to stop him!
"Jacob..." I bit my bottom lip after calling his name, and my cheeks burned as he stared at me. "Could you possibly face the wall while I speak?"
"Why?" he asked in response.
"Hmmm, because looking at you right now is embarrassing," I admitted the truth and he just chuckled. I warned him with a death stare but the man was so amazed about something. “Please, don’t stare at me,” I requested.
"How about this?" He muttered as he rolled over on my top instead of doing what I asked him to do. I shifted my gaze away. It's heinous and humiliating!
"It was just a simple request,” I complained while trying to push him away from me.
“Yes, but I don’t feel like doing it right now.”
"I'm not sure what to say anymore, and I just want to be alone for a minute," I said, my mind in a state of disarray from what had happened earlier. What if he could make me pregnant again? No, it couldn’t happen! I could barely take care of my daughter because of poverty so having another baby shouldn’t be happening in the near future. “Did you use a protection?”
“From what?”
“From getting pregnant, you idiot!” I tried to control my temper but when he acted ignorantly, I burst into anger.
“Oh, condoms! Nope,” he replied. “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine,” he assured me, then Jacob moved away from my body and picked up his clothes from the floor, so I wrapped a blanket around myself. I couldn't look at him as he dressed, so I turned away and stared at the plain wall.
When I heard the door close behind me, I finally got out of bed. After getting dressed, I sat down and stared at nothing. It hit me like a ton of bricks when I realized the gravity of what I'd done earlier. When I took a deep breath, he immediately looked at me.
“Don’t stress yourself too much,” he suggested.
It was easier for him to say that because he had no idea about what I have been through. He had no idea how much I suffered because he impregnated me before. It was partly my fault for being wild that night, but men were supposed to use protection during one-night stands! Why did he choose to become irresponsible that night? He ruined my life!
"I'm concerned about you," he said, adding, "I figured you'd need a little more time to collect your thoughts."
“You should make it a habit to carry condoms everywhere you go, Jacob,” I told him, but he frowned.
"Doesn't it make a difference? " He was curious.
"What exactly do you mean?" His question perplexed me. “As a man, you should be responsible! How could you fuck a woman without protection?”
“If you are scared of getting pregnant, you have nothing to worry about, Bethany. I can take care of the baby,” he said.
His statement didn’t help at all. Yes, financially, he could take of the baby, but it was more than that! I didn’t want to go through at giving birth again! It was a painful experience for me, and importantly, I didn’t want to disappoint my future child!
“But what about me? I don’t want to become pregnant,” I told him.
“Then, take some pills. I’ll ask my staff to get you some pills tomorrow. Or I can take you to the doctor to take of it,” he continued.
“Just shut up!” I warned him because every word coming out of his mouth became irrelevant and painful to listen to.
“Okay, sweetheart. I’m sorry,” he apologized.
“I want to be alone for now,” I told him and he understood the assignment.
My eyes were fixed on his back as he strolled towards the door. For a moment, I wished he would look back but he didn’t. When the door closed after he got out, I slapped my face so hard that I almost lost my teeth! I scolded myself for being stupid and weak…for the same man!
Later on, our relationship transpired into something else. Every day, he revealed a new aspect of himself to me, and I discovered that he had a good heart. After hearing about his tragic love experiences in the past, I wanted to kill those women for hurting a wonderful guy!
I realized why he needed to protect his heart: he was attempting to avoid another heartbreak. Even though he was a man who could handle anything, he was a baby who needed to be loved, and I could do that for him. Well, that’s how I assumed. There were several instances where I was almost tempted to tell him the truth…about our daughter!
One morning, Jacob leaned in close to my ear and spoke quietly. “I am starving,” he said.
“You are? But we just had our breakfast!”
"Yeah, but someone sapped all of my energy after breakfast."
I felt the blood rush through my cheeks as he described what we did after breakfast. “Don’t say it,” I warned him.
“Hmmm, if you can stop me, sweetheart.”