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Her lips were soft and inviting, and I couldn't help myself from pressing into her. I felt the smile she gave as her lips parted slightly, inviting me in for a deeper, drowning kiss.
My hands moved down her back, exploring her curves. I could feel her quivering beneath my touch, and I smiled into her lips as I gave her thigh a slight squeeze. I could feel the tension building between us as our bodies pressed together, the heat and desire almost suffocating. I was so lost in the moment that I barely noticed the small moan that escaped her lips.
I pulled away, looking into her eyes, wanting to see the desire and need that I felt mirrored back at me. And it was there, in her gaze, the same hunger and lust that I felt burning inside me.
I leaned back in, kissing her harder this time, my hands exploring every inch of her body. I could feel her shudder against me as I pulled her even closer, and I knew I was driving her wild with desire.
As the kiss deepened, I could feel my own body responding to her, my desire building to a fever pitch. I wanted to take her right there in the hallway, to show her just how much I needed her.
Finally, we pulled away from each other, both of us gasping for breath. I looked into her eyes and saw that same hunger, that same need that I felt burning inside me.
I knew the words I was about to growl sounded overly possessive, but I couldn’t stop myself.
"You have me. I'm all you need, Maya. You're mine."
Maya
At first, I didn't understand what just happened, until it clicked. I shoved him away from me.
I stood there fuming, my fists clenched at my sides as I glared at Jack. How could he? How could he even suggest that I was his property? I am not anyone's property, and I won't let anyone treat me that way.
“Are you fucking crazy?” I yelled, poking his chest with one finger. “Who do you think you are?”
“I’m your man.”
He looked so cocky, so self-assured, that my blood turned to lava and I had to fight the urge to slug him in the face. It was bad enough that he was giving Daniel, his – so-called friend – and I death glares throughout the photo shoot, and now he thinks he can lay a primitive claim on me?Dream on.
An angry wave of emotion crashed over me, and I felt my heart racing in my chest. I was so frustrated, so furious, that I wanted to scream. Mostly that he had turned a passionate, amazing moment into a stupid possessive weirdo moment. Instead of laying into him, I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down.
"Jack," I said, my voice low and shaking with anger. "I amnotyour property. I am notanyone's property."
Jack looked taken aback, clearly surprised by my outburst. But I didn't care. I had to make him understand.
"I can't believe the possessiveness, the feeling that I'm being hunted as if I'm a trophy," I continued. "I just spent all that time during the photo shoot fending off your so-called friend, Daniel, who kept asking me out. The way he looked at me made me feel like a piece of meat… and now I have to deal with someone who thinks I'm a piece of property?"
Jack looked even more surprised now. "Daniel asked you out?" he said, his voice tinged with disbelief.
I nodded, my eyes blazing. "Yes, he did. But, I shut him down. And now you come here and act like I'm some kind of prize that you've won? That's not how it works, Jack. I'm not something to be won or owned. I'm my own person, with my own thoughts and feelings and desires."
I could feel the rage boiling inside me, and I struggled to control it. But Jack was pushing all the wrong buttons, and I couldn't help but lash out.
"And besides," I spat out. "You left me once for a career. How do you think that makes me feel? I have worked hard to feel like I'm worthy just for being me. I don't need to be fought over or possessed. I'm fine on my own and don't need you to take care of me or save me. I had to save myself from you, and I'm not letting you call the shots anymore. Ever."
With that, I turned on my heel and stormed off, my heart pounding in my chest. I was so angry that I couldn't even look at Jack anymore, couldn't stand to be in the same room as him.
For the rest of the photo shoot, I ignored him completely. I didn't even acknowledge his presence, didn't even look at him. I was cold and distant, determined to make him see that he couldn't just waltz back into my life and act like nothing had happened.
But even as I tried to push him away, a small part of me couldn't help but wonder if I was making a mistake. Jack had been my best friend once, and I had loved him with all my heart. But he had made choices that left me to pick up the pieces of my broken heart.
Now he was back, and I didn't know what to do. I was angry and hurt, but I still loved him. And I couldn't help but wonder if he still loved me, too. If somehow, we could make everything that had happened right again.
As I sat alone at home that night, I couldn't stop thinking about Jack. My anger had dissipated, replaced by a deep sense of sadness and longing. I missed him so much, missed the way we used to talk and laugh and share our dreams.
But I also couldn't shake the feeling that something was different now. Jack had hurt me, and I didn't know if I could trust him again. Could I risk my heart on him once more, knowing that he might leave me again if his career called for it?
I decided to sleep on it, hoping that a good night's rest would clear my mind. But even as I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't stop thinking about Jack and the way he had made me feel.
Chapter 11
