Had he really meant it? My heart is still beating rapidly at the possibility of him in love with me. I know how a low of a person this makes me, but I cannot help but rejoice over this revelation.
However there’s small part of me, a minor part that’s warning me not to get my hopes up in case he’d been saying it for the sake of downgrading Matthew.
As he leads us out of the building, I catch sight of Jack and Nicole entering a car, looking all cosy with each other. I smile at their happiness.
Jeremy opens the back door of his car for me. I go in and he follows after, as soon as we are both inside, Hails begin the ignition and we drive off.
I can tell Jeremy is still in state of anger with his hooded face and brooding expression. I look out of the window for some solace and try not to think of Matthew’s words. However I fail.
What if he’s right? What if I cannot live up to the high life Jeremy has introduced me into? What if I’m degrading Jeremy’s status by just being with him? Who’s to say that whoever filled him with the information of how we met won’t report to the public. And then I will be known as a whore by the whole city.
That’s not what’s worrying me, however. I don’t really care about what people think of me, I have always been looked down upon in my entire life, so people can say whatever they want. As long as the man I loved thought otherwise, the rest can drown for all I care.
No, what’s worrying me is Matthew. At this moment, I am confused by the man, one moment he’s telling me he’ sorry and then he’s back to being vulgar towards me. But what’s clear is his hatred towards my relationship with Jeremy.
The man is infuriating, quite hard to empathise with.
It’s the fact that he is Jeremy’s brother that’s making me somewhat docile, even though their relationship has some really oppressing issues. Otherwise I will be throwing his words back at him with my own profanities.
I am not going to go around loving the fact that they were not in agreeing terms even though I despise the man. No, my love for Jeremy has me seeing more to that. I know despite Jeremy’s façade that he loves Matthew and that he wishes their relationship were more stable, even if he won’t admit it to himself.
“Earth to Leyla,” Jeremy takes my face with his hand and turns it to face him.
I nod at him.
He presses his lips together. “Leyla, I know you’re not. Tell me what’s going in that lovely head of yours?”
My eyes search his, they are worried.
“Please?” He pleads, feebly.
That compels me to tell him. “Okay…I-I don’t like seeing you and brother fight.”
I watch as the grey in his eyes overtakes the blue, telling me of his resurfacing anger.
“Leyla, this is the way we are, the way we’ve always been.”
“I know, you told me. But it’s quite a package” I smile trying to lighten up his mood.
The corner of his lips crinkles into a reluctant smile but just as the smile comes, it quickly goes away.
I take my hand to his caress his cheek. “And I also know that it’s killing you inside to fight with him.”
His eyes spring to mine and I watch as the wall crumbles. For that moment, within that depth of blue-grey, all of his fears are revealed to me. I gasp momentarily as I gaze into his overflowing soul.
“You are quite perceptive.” He says in a raspy whisper.
I shift to hug him. He meets me halfway as he draws me to his lap and I sit sideways on his my legs, my head near his neck. He buries his face in my hair and breathes in a long breath.
“Tell me about it?” I ask him, moving my hand to his face and titling my head back to see his face.
He smiles sadly at me and shakes his head, “Not today.”
“Okay.” I bury my head back into his neck and close my eyes.
We stay like this for a while, just hugging each, giving each other some sort of comfort.
“Tell me, what he did to you before I came?” He asks suddenly. “And don’t say “nothing” because I know Matthew.”
I shake my head knowing it won’t really help.
“Leyla, tell me,” he commands.
I close my eyes.
I can never refuse that voice.
Still closing my eyes I tell him every word Matthew uttered before Jeremy came and I tell him about his forceful kiss and that I defended myself by punching him and slapping him after.
His breathing rate has changed and he his arms around me now hold me tightly against his chest.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He apologises.
I look up at him, frowning. Why is he apologising?
I meet his eyes and their filled with anger, sorrow but also tenderness for me.
“Jeremy you don’t have to apologies for your brother’s actions.”
He presses his lips, “I know. You don’t understand.”
“Matthew has always had a habit to sleep with the women I’m always with.”
I gasp. “You mean Cassie has not been the only one?”
He closes his eyes and nods.
“But why? Why would he do that?”
He opens his eyes again and now the grey and blue are meeting each other halfway.
“I don’t know, to piss me off maybe.”
I swallow. “It worked?”
He cocks his head to one side in a what-do-you-think kind of gesture.
“I’m sorry.” I tell him because I don’t know what else to tell him.
He shakes his head.
“Leyla I just… I just don’t want him to do the same to you, I don’t want him to take you away from me.” His body shakes on the last sentence.
“He won’t… It’s only you… no one else… I-I… I don’t like him.” My words jumble up because there are so much I want to say to him, to reassure him.
“Good.” He says and I huddle up closer to him, only glad that his domineering self is back.
I hate to see Jeremy fearful of me cheating on him. He should know by now that he’s the only one for me and that I love him. I want so much to reassure him how much I love him but the words just won’t form in my mouth.
We stay this way until we exit the town heading to the out coast where his house is.
When Hails parks outside the front garage, Jeremy drags me to the house and upstairs. And I know that he needs more than the words I told him to reassure him. The only thing he doesn’t know is that I need him just as much and I want him just as much.
Later when the sweat on our bodies is cooling, I lay on top him, half of my body draped on him and he holds me tightly cooing me to sleep.
“I have to go to New York tomorrow.” He murmurs while his hand works magic on my back.
I look up at him instantly, “What? Why?”
He smiles at my perfect recollection. “I have to go tomorrow to open up another firm.”
I frown, hating this fact. “How long will you be gone?”
“Four days.” He tells me.
My eyes blaze wide open.” F-Four days?”
I swallow. What will I do without him for four days?
“Hey.” He shifts our bodies and I end up on my back and him on top. He drawse closer to my face and kisses my nose.
“I wish you’d come with me but I know you won’t want miss your work.”
I smile at that, however my smile is isn’t full. He’s correct and part of me loves him for this perception.
“I’m gonna miss you.” I tell him truthfully.
“I think I’ll be the one missing you the most, especially at times like these,” he tilts his pelvis up down for emphasis and I feel his growing member hitting at my inner thigh.
I gasp and then I giggle involuntarily.
“I’ll miss that laugh too.” He kisses my cheek.
“And this mouth.” He trials his kiss to my mouth.
“And this chin…basically this whole face.”
I giggle some more.
“And this neck.” He trails kisses to my neck. And I burn.
“And these lovely ladies.” He buries his head on my chest and takes a long breath.
I smile and laugh, however I stop my laugh when I feel tears threatening to unleash themselves. I really love him so very much, I feel as if my chest will burst any moment from these flowing emotion.
“Hey.” He wipes my tears off the corner of my eyes.
“What will I do without you for four days?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be back before you know it.” He reassures me as he kisses my lips.
I love you Jeremy! I want to tell him.
He kisses me for a short while before he falls back again his strength giving away from our earlier exertion. He takes me in his arms again and I drape my leg over his waist and bury my face on the crook of his shoulder, near his neck.
“Sleep, baby. It’ll be okay.” He croons, his fingers stroking swirls upon my back.
And it’s those deft fingers and his soft melodic voice that lulls me to sleep.
My eyelids drop and I’m about to succumb to blissful sleep however before unconsciousness can fully claim me, I remember hearing Jeremy’s low voice murmuring, “I love you, Leyla Levy.”
I fall asleep then and it will be the morning after when I’ll recall these words and think that I dreamt them.
✍️ To be continued ✍️
Jeremy is traveling…..I hope Matthew won’t try something stupid