His words were hurtful beyond I could ever put it in words. He just rigged off my feelings and self respect.
Who did he think he was?
Maybe his status and success made him believe that every girl who meets him is building hopes to dive into his luxurious life, or is desperate to jump into his bed. But that's not always the case.
Not with me, certainly.
I was not some gold-digging bimbo wanting more from him after a one-time kiss. He didn't know me at all.
Obviously, he doesn't Emma.
However, still his sudden change in tone and bitter east in attitude shook me. He was cold, and he sounded so full of himself. His arrogance was evident on his face. I gulped the lump in my throat and wiped my tears.
"Of course, Jacob. I totally agree. I guess there shouldn't be another minute that I should spend in your car then, after all we are thorough professionals. Thank you for the ride and all your help today Mr. Richmond, I appreciate it". I said in a steady tone, collecting myself, and within an instance, I was out of his car.
I slammed the door hard and walked away without looking back.
Chapter 11
The Unexpected
Jake
As she walked out of my car, I immediately realised that I was too hard on her, and almost instantly regretted my words.
I did feel she thought low of me though. I never ran around girls for their attention. I always got what I wanted; how could she imply I was following her?
However, the rational side of me understood how overwhelming all this must have been for her. She got attacked by a bunch of assholes half an hour ago, and then a jerk like myself just made it worse.
I stayed there until I saw her completely disappear in her apartment's building. As she went inside, I sped out of her street. On my way, I recalled how I was stunned after seeing her enter the club with her friends.
We were crossing paths way too often now.
She was easily the most beautiful woman present in the club, and my body longed to meet her and take her in my arms the moment my eyes fell on her. There was this unexplained attraction I felt around her. Unlike what she assumed, I did not follow her there, but the moment I saw her, my eyes did not leave her for a second either. Her grace and charm had me captivated.1
Back in Corsica, this girl kissed me for me, an ordinary guy who she met on a beach. She did not know who I was. The way she flinched under my touch and how her body reacted in my presence made me want her even more.
She looked pretty and sensual, both at the same time, and if it were in my hands, I would hide this perfection far away from the world, only to keep her for myself. It was funny how I was drawn to her, even when I hardly knew her.
I was in the VIP area one level above her floor, and due to that, I had a clear view of her. She looked happy, dancing and giggling with her friends. That's when I saw two other guys joined them.
Unlike what I feared, none of them seemed to be her boyfriend as both men appeared to be dating her respective friends. Looking at her alone, without any company, almost confirmed the fact that she was single, and wasn't still dating that distasteful boyfriend of hers. For some reason, this piece of information brought me immense relief.
Soon I saw she walked towards the bar, and that jerk blocked her way. I saw her getting uncomfortable, and even after she joined her friends back, her mood was no longer the same.
She looked tensed and was constantly looking around. After some time, I saw her leave. She was again followed by the same asshole who blocked her earlier. My instinct told me something was wrong, I felt fidgety imagining Emma in trouble. I immediately went to follow her outside just to ensure her safety.
I was watching her from a distance, seated in my car. It was then I saw her being followed and attacked by a bunch of morons. I could kill those rascals for even attempting to hurt her. I rushed to her side without thinking twice. Having Emma around was tormenting my sanity. It was becoming a constant struggle to keep her out of my head and life.
My thoughts were abrupted by a phone call, "Hey, Erica." I controlled the coldness in my tone and faked a plastic smile.
"Hey babe, my plan with Geena got cancelled, we can hang out if you are free?" She chirped on the other side of the phone.
"I would have loved to but I am almost home. Had a long day, let's catch up tomorrow?"
"Ok baby, I will drop by at your apartment in the morning. See you." After some more small talk, I could finally get her to hang up.
How did I end up in a mess like this?
I felt responsible for my harsh words that might have hurt Emma, but this was the right path for both of us. I decided to make peace with the fact that she might be repulsed by me after today. We will both be able to keep the much-required distance between us, which was essential for her betterment, if not mine.
My phone buzzed again.
Please don't let it be Erica.
To my relief, it was a call from Augustin, the head of our family's security detail and my father's closest ally.
"Jacob? Can you meet me at your family home, right now?" He asked. I could sense
