Loving the Devil

14. CLOSER

Jackson's POV

It was my fault that she was in pain. If she hadn't found me in that state, she wouldn't have run away. It hurt to see her trying to walk with her twisted ankle. So I did the thing I shouldn't have done. Picking her up in bridal style, I started walking in the house. She let out a startled scream. Looking at her, I found her staring at me with her mouth wide open. I stifled a laugh at her expression.

"Close your mouth if you don't want me to do it for you.", I said, looking at her with amusement. Comprehending the meaning, her eyes widened and a blush settled on her cheek. A desire to pinch her cheeks and kiss her erupted in my mind but I ignored it.

"Put me down. I don't want you to touch me with the same filthy hands that were all over Caroline." , She said harshly, trying to sound angry but instead, looked like a cute kitten.

"Jealous are we?", I said, resulting in her letting out a puff.

"Yeah right.", She muttered and turned her face.

Her face was now obscured with her brown hair. She felt so perfect in my arms, so soft. My body was hyper aware of her proximity, my pulse was racing. Putting her down on the bed, I changed into sweats and lied down beside her.

"Where are you going?", I asked as she tried to get up.

"To my place in the room obviously."

"You can sleep on the bed. I don't really care.",  said dryly.

"Neither do I. And maybe you are right. If you have any issue, you should be the one to leave this room." she sat down again on the bed, acting all feisty. She was probably very upset because of the stunt Caroline pulled earlier.

Gripping her hand, I pulled her closer to me so that now she was facing me.

"That's my room you are talking about. And as far as Caroline is concerned, I was not kissing her. She threw me on the bed and started kissing me. And before I could stop her, you barged in." I said harshly. I was not lying. I went to that room to freshen up but I found Caroline there in her skimpy lingerie. When I asked her to leave, she pushed me on the bed and started kissing which I didn't enjoy to my surprise.

"I really don't care what you think but I never slept with her after our marriage. And don't you dare think that's because I am in love with you.", I spat.

Noticing the small tear escaping her eye as I finished my speech, my voice softened a bit.

"Look, stay away from me. Please." I said the word I never thought I would say to her. Pulling her hand away, she lay down and pulled the duvet over her.

"Why do you hate me so much?", Her voice sounded more like a whisper. My heart clenched on her sad tone.

" I don't have anything against you. I just hate girls. That's the way it is." I said, lying down and turning my face towards her. She looked at me with confused expression.

"So you are gay?"

"What? No. Not at all. I'm 100% straight and a hot blooded male." I said, thinking about all the time I've spent thinking about her beautiful face and curvy figure. Warmth crept my face.

"Oh." She trailed off.

"I just hate girls, especially manipulative goody-two-shoes like you. It doesn't mean I don't like to f**k them."

"Hey, you don't have to be crude, you know. And I'm not a goody two shoe. And I'm not manipulative either. Good night.", She said grumpily and switched off the lamp.

***

After spending two hours in the gym after waking up early, I went back to my room covered in sweat. As I opened the door, my heart skipped a beat.

Hannah was standing in front of the mirror, with only a towel around her. Her hair was tied in a loose bun, with water dripping from them. She was lost in some thought, unaware of her surroundings. She looked like a sexy goddess, with the towel hugging her wet body and ending right below her butt.

Reaching behind her, I coughed pulling her out the trance. She turned around, surprise and embarrassment filling her features. She said something but I was too lost in her to notice. A lone waterdrop reached her neck and travelling down her cleavage, got lost inside the towel. My eyes were following it like a hawk.

Lucky waterdrop.

The top of her breasts was showing. Sucking a breath, I torn my eyes away from it and looked at her face. Her lips were wet and swollen and.. moving?

"Hey. I was asking what are you doing here", I finally urged my brain to focus on her voice instead of her body.

"Uh.. this is- my umm- room", my voice came out husky.

Damn, she is again messing with my brain.

"Uh- Oh.. I didn't know you would come back. I thought you went to office" she said ,lowering her eyes.

"I- I should change."

"Yeah, it would be better.", I muttered.

She went to the bathroom and soon came out, dressed in jeans and loose cardigan. But the image of her towel clad body was still pasted in my mind. Her cute face, impressive cleavage, perfect butt and long legs.

Fuck!

Rushing towards the bathroom, I took a cold shower to stop the images of her hot body writhing in pleasure beneath me.

Sitting on the dining table, I waited for my breakfast. The smell of chocolate chip pancakes filled my nose but I knew she was just making them for herself and I had to eat the plain boring breakfast made my our cook. Well serves me right I guess after what I did when she cooked for me.

She came out with two plates in her hands. Placing one in front of me, she sat down.

"What's this for?", I inquired.

"Consider this an apology for throwing a tantrum last night.", She said, taking a bite of her pancakes.

Giving her a curious glance, I delved into the chocolaty heaven. The pancaked melted in my mouth and I stifled a moan threatening to leave my mouth. It would be embarrassing.

"Well umm- it's not bad.", I commented, earning a frown from her.

"Okay fine. These are delicious." I said and she smiled. And it was the most beautiful smile I have ever seen. I never saw her smiling. Maybe I never gave her any reason. Guilt filled me instantly.

After we had eaten, I noticed some chocolate syrup on her cheek. She tried to clean it after I told her to but instead, she messed it more. Chuckling at her poor attempt, I leaned towards her and licked it off her cheeks. My tongue lingered there for a moment and she gasped in return. I didn't know why I did that. Whenever I'm with her, my mind seemed to lose its thoughts and started acting like an i***t. Straightening up, I looked into her eyes and she looked just as affected as me.

After some moments, she finally spoke. "Can I ask you something?"

I nodded, too bamboozled to say anything. I had a feeling that whatever she was going to ask would ruin this little moment.

Playing with the hem of her cardigan, she finally questioned,

"Who is Emily?"