I glanced at my wristwatch and sighed in relief when I realized it had merely been about five minutes since I had left the table.
“Damn, it felt like an eternity,” I muttered to myself as I stood up and faced the mirror, looking furiously at my flushed face. Damn my hormones...
I shall think about all of this later, I decided, plastering a smile on my face; a smile that soon left when I saw the hickey adorning my neck.
I gritted my teeth, a scowl slipping on my face before I quickly freed my hair from the oppressing bun, I had taken so much time to perfectionate. I arranged my silky locks so that it hid the offending love bite I was given by that god-damned alpha-ultra. Then, moving ever so carefully, wishing with every fiber of my being and with every step I took I would keep the evidence of my debauchery out of sights until I was back home, I left the ladies’ room and headed straight to our table, not sparing Jonathan a single glance on my way there.
I might have made a mistake tonight but I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again, I thought with determination as I sat across Tim and gave him a sweet smile, letting myself be engrossed in the conversation they were having, ignoring the questioning look Seth had given me.
Chapter 17
The Unexpected
The rest of the night was spent calmly, peacefully, pretty uneventful. I had kept shamelessly flirting with Tim, feeling all the while Jonathan’s gaze on me.
I had thankfully managed to get my act together before stepping out of the bathroom. I had showed up at the table as collected as ever, as if nothing had happened. I could only assume it had unnerved him since he didn’t stay at the restaurant long enough to have desert. He had left some ten minutes before us, the skank he had brought trying to keep up with his angry strides but not quite managing to do so. I had inwardly grinned at that while keeping my face impassible, not showing any emotion whatsoever that might indicate the feeling of satisfaction I was experiencing.
Truth be told, the game seemed silly at times; nevertheless, it was serving its purpose just fine and that was what mattered most to me.
The drive back home was enjoyable; Tim and I joked around and teased each other a little bit. It then soon came to goodbyes as we reached our destination. Being the gentleman he was, he insisted on walking me to the front door and not just dropping me off.
When there were merely two feet separating me from the said door, I turned around, a smile adorning my face, and was surprised with the gentle brush of his lips on mine. I barely had the time to register what was going on that he was already pulling away. It wasn’t a kiss per se, miles away from Jonathan’s ravaging one, nothing but a soft peck really.
“Goodnight, Jas,” he whispered before worrying his lower lip, his eyes slightly expecting.
Not giving in to the temptation that was his plump kissable lips for a reason I could not fathom, I smiled his way and told him goodnight as well before raising my hand to ring the bell.
“See you soon,” it came out on a sigh, as if it pained him to know the date was already coming to its end, yet with a little hopeful edge to it, meaning he had every intention of asking me out again.
“Yeah,” was the softly spoken reply he got. Somehow, it didn’t sound as enthusiastic as I would have wanted it to be. Just as I was about to add something, the door opened to reveal my mom.
I stepped in the house then faced him and waved. He waved back, his features breaking into a bright smile, a smile that didn’t falter even as mom closed the door. He remained in his place, smiling to the unknown for few unnecessary seconds before snapping out of it and heading to his car.
Why am I no longer as subjugated with him as I was before? The thought troubled me to say the least.
The tires screeched at the same time my mom did, efficiently bringing me out of my reveries, “What the hell did you do with that boy?”
“That boy has a name,” I softly reminded her as I started walking; heading towards the staircase that would lead me to my room, where I would finally be able to escape the spinning world I was in and have some much needed rest.
“Yes, I know,” she conceded on a sigh, remembering he was a family friend’s son, “Andrew called your brother to tell him that Jonathan had returned to the pack house completely furious.” Another sigh accompanied that statement of her, “he has destroyed the room he had been given before darting out of the mansion saying he was going for a run.” Somehow her tone conciliated both sympathy – for him – and blame – for me.
I kept silent, relishing the thought of having that much effect on his nerves with so little things.
“Just what did you do?” she repeated her question from earlier, though with calmer tone and different wording.
“Nothing much really,” was the flatly spoken shrug-accompanied answer she got as I started ascending the stairs again, too happy with the news to feel like bickering.
“Jasmine!” she called out in warning. I could have sworn she must have been scowling at me at that, and when I turned around to face her, I was proven right.
“Let’s just say he doesn’t like being ignored very much,” I gave her a sheepish smile of sorts – that was definitely fake – while shrugging again.
She glared at me in silence, her mouth set in a thin line, choosing not to waste her breath since she had probably guessed that words would be lost on me.
“Just tell me something mother,” I
