I watch Matthew sneer at his brother before Jeremy takes me by his arms and pulls me away.
The last glimpse from Matthew is when he is staring at our departing figures with pure utter aversion; his expression is as if he has swallowed something unpleasant.
Jeremy tugs on my elbow as he leads me across the street to his Audi, which is parked on a corner of a building. I don’t think of anything as I let him.
Before he opens the passenger door for me, Jeremy yanks me into his open arms and I can’t do anything but succumb to him.
“Leyla? Did he hurt you before did he–?” His voice seems strained. As if he’s dreading the worst.
I shake my ahead still unable to find my voice, “No,” I whisper.
He releases me from the hug but his hands remain on my shoulders as he looks down at me in confusion… or is it concern?
“Then what was he doing hauling you in his shoulders like that?” His tone is calculated.
I shake my head. “It wasn’t like that.”
Why are you defending him? The guy practically called you a living, breathing, smelling whôre!
He frowns at me but before he can say anything more I continue.
“He was trying to get me to work for him.” I tell him because that is a simply explanation I can give towards Matthew’s actions, although they were childish and uncalled for.
“Work for him?” Jeremy looks horrified as he scowls at me.
I shrink under his glare, feeling the intimidation once again.
“Tell me exactly how did you two meet?” He drops his arms that were holding my shoulders and immediately I feel stripped of his bodily warmth.
It’s out of pure intimidation that leads me to explain exactly to him how I found him in Greta’s apartment and then again at his restaurant when I’d been job hunting.
After telling him this, he simply closes his eyes in a strained anger and when he opens them again, I feel as if I’m being swallowed whole by the intensity of them.
He sighs, “You shouldn’t be looking for a job, Leyla.”
I scowl at him. “I might not have been clear, before but I remember mentioning it to you how I am at disadvantage.”
My rage surprises both of us.
He scowls back. “Well if you weren’t so stubborn and just let me help you, then you wouldn’t be in this situation.” He shoots right back.
Here we are, both seizing each other with our glares, however within seconds, that same electric pull between us stems and our scowling shift into heated gazes. Before I know it, Jeremy is before me within a breath.
He grabs my face and pulls me hard toward him. Before I can even catch my breath, my lips are drawn to his in a passionate kiss.
The flame explodes within me like a rocket.
My immediate response is to close my hands on his neck and pull him closer to me as possible. My fingers thread to the familiarity that is his neck hair, they fist upon his silky locks and yank.
He moans in response before pushing me backwards to the side door of his car, initiating my moan. With the part of my mouth, he plunges his tongue inside and our tongues dance together in a game of seduction.
Inside, my heart is hammering in an intangible beat whilst my blood runs wild to the release of my nerve endings.
I want him, now.
His hands move from my face and roams down to my waist as he yanks me closer.
“Oh God!” I catch my breath when his lips releases me and begins the torture of nipping my line of jaw, tailing downward toward my neck. One of his hand grasp my inner thigh and places it around his waist.
Instantly, I feel the bulge of his erection digging below my pelvic bone.
I’m already convulsing with need in my panties and knowing that he wants me just the same, deepens that ache.
“I want you.” He kisses me behind my ear and then presses his arousal deeper in as a way of demonstrating how much he does.
“I want you too!” I groan in response.
One of his hands moves to my br**st and starts kneading at it. I tense the leg that is at his waist effectively pushing myself to him.
He moans at that and then launches his mouth against mine again.
“Seriously, I could take you here and now, but I don’t think the people passing by would appreciate that.” He growls softly.
He dips one of his hands into the sweatpants I’m wearing and his hand finds my panties.
I squirm and shiver when he cups me and his hand begins the motion of stroking me through the lace, making me even wetter than I already was.
I gasp unexpectedly when he slides his hand through my panties so that his warm fingers contact with my heated flesh.
Oh god, those fingers!
“Jesus, Leyla you’re dripping wet.” He hisses on my neck.
I groan as he palms my throbbing clit whilst his middle finger and index finger strokes the folds of my flesh. The sensation renders me speechless and I find my breathing rate palpitating.
“Oh, Please.” I beg.
I want him; all thought and reason have all been shred to pieces only to be replaced by this undeniable need for him.
“I know, baby.” His breathing is strained.
“I want you too, Leyla, but not here.”
And at this declaration he draws his hands along with himself away from me and leaves me hanging.
I scowl at him. Right now my hormones have taken over my mood and all I can think about is him being inside me. He has deprived me of that!.
He smirks at my reaction. “Frustrating, isn’t it?”
I arch an eyebrow.
“Being stripped of something you want so badly.” He explains.
I stare up at him in confusion. “That’s what you did to me Leyla when you walked out on me.”
I gasp as realization dawns.
“You’ve instilled a longing in me, a need that can only be met by you.” He tells me as if, reading my mind.
“But I thought Cassie–” I begin but I stop when glowers at me.
“Cassie? Cassie is the past Leyla, she’s nothing to me anymore.” He scowls at me, his tone breaming with anger.
“Then why were you on a date with her?” I scowl back.
“It wasn’t a date. I told you it’s complicated.” He dominates in a calculated tone.
I cower at his tone and frown at the ground. Don’t push him Leyla.
He sighs when he sees my reaction, “Leyla, I’m not with her, if that’s what you think. I don’t want her, I don’t want anyone but you.” He tilts my chin up to stare at him.
His fingers leave a tingle on my chin and one of his finger strokes my swollen lips.
“Come with me.” He says taking hand.
“Okay.” I answer without any restrictions.
I let him guide me into his car as he opens the passenger door for me. He is in the driver’s seat minutes later. He starts the engine and then drives us away from the dark building, away from the Greta’s apartment and the misery of the whole place.
I sit in his car with awaiting anticipation to where he will take me.
✍️To be continued ✍️