Only Mine novel Chapter 7

The next morning was a disaster, to say the least. I woke up with a raging headache, my mouth feeling like I have cotton stuffed inside.

I dragged my heavy body out of my bed and went to the kitchen in search of a nice cold glass of water. I took two aspirins and praying to start them working as soon as possible. I needed to take a nice cold shower that will wake me up from the mess in my head.

After showering and brushing my teeth, I finally got out of the bathroom, put some clothes on, and check my phone. It was 12 p.m. already. Thank god, I have nothing planned today.

I have 3 unread messages and 2 missed calls. My heart started racing when the memory of Jake's words before he left me came rushing to my head. Did he call me already?

I opened the messages first and I had a message from Hanna, asking me if I'm awake and to call her ASAP and explain what the f* happened yesterday. Yep, she's not the only one who needs some sort of explanation.

The next message was from mum.

*Hey sweetie, how was your Halloween? Are you coming tomorrow for Sunday lunch? You can bring Hanna if you want. Just let me know.*

My mum is so nice; I'd like to think some of her character rubbed out on me. Even though, I think I'm more a mixture of my mum's kindness and my sister's strong will. The stubbornness part, I think I got this all on my own.

The third one was from Becca, asking me if I saw Jake yesterday. Apparently he mentioned something to Brian. Absolutely perfect, I hope he didn't tell them anything about yesterday.

I replied to Hanna, promising to explain everything later if she has time to stop by at my place for coffee and I invited her to Sunday lunch. I will wait for her answer before replying to my mum.

I told Becca that I did see him at the club and tried to evade her questions by asking her if he works there.

Finally, I checked my missed calls. They were both from Hanna, from yesterday night, and today morning. No sign of Jake, then. I guess it's still early.

On the second thought, I don't think I even want him to call me. I don't want to think about him at all. The more I think about our moment yesterday, the more mortified I'm feeling.

I'm so angry at myself for letting him touch me like this on his goddamn office desk. What is wrong with me? Why can't I resist him, when I know he's seeing other women? This is ridiculous. And what was with his possessive character? Does he think he needs to take care of me in some way?

First, he's acting like an overprotective brother and then he almost fucks me on his desk. I don't know what is it with him and it's driving me crazy.

I need to forget all this happened, for Becca and Brian's sake if nothing else, and just move on from the mess we've made.

Three hours later of me obsessing and checking my phone every five minutes, Hanna finally arrives at my place. The little bugger looks refreshed like she had a few good hours of beauty sleep behind her. And I look like, well, like I drank half of the bar just hours ago. Life is not fair.

I've ordered Chinese and we sit down on my couch and start eating. She's looking over at me anxiously and I know she will explode soon if she doesn't ask.

"Just say it Han, what do you want to know?" A small smile playing on my lips.

She almost spits half of the food, while trying to get her questions out of her mouth. I start laughing without understanding anything that she said, and she laughs even harder, throwing a pillow at me.

When we manage to calm down, she repeats her question. "What is happening with you and Jake that I don't know about, and what the hell happened with you yesterday? You could at least call me when you got home." She looks at me with a small frown.

I take a deep breath, knowing I'll have to explain everything to her.

"Well, you remember that time when we were at my sister's place and Jake was also there?"

She nods, her eyes getting bigger with expectation for what is about to come. She just loves a good drama.

So, I explained everything from our conversation in front of Becca's building to yesterday's events in the club. I didn't let anything out, because I really needed to hear someone else's perspective if I'm losing my mind.

When I finished my story, I didn't like the growing concern in her eyes that converted from the initial excitement.

"Jess, it sounds like you have a ton of attraction and clearly both of you want to explore it, but are you sure you won't get hurt? I mean, the guy is screaming one-night stand. If this is where your head is, I'd say go for it. Seriously, the guy is delicious. But after Scott, I don't know if this is the smartest thing."

She practically spoke up all of my insecurities, and I knew she was right. I don't have feelings for him, obviously, I barely know him. But the way my body responds to him, with such intensity, I'm afraid to explore things further. I don't want to end up getting hurt again.

"Well, he didn't contact me today anyway, so I guess this ends the dilemma if we will continue anything or not. Which I know is for the best."

I glanced at my phone the last time, seeing there are no messages and it was already close to 7 pm. So, I guess this is it. I can pretend through my sister's wedding and forget all about him later. It's only a few months left till then.

"How about you, Miss Being-All-Secretive? What happened with your date that you oh-so-casually forgot to mention?" I give her a pointed look and she rolls her eyes on a huff.

"Well, since you asked, I enjoyed our date. A lot in fact." She started chewing her lip. "We met three times since and the last time things got pretty heated and we almost ended up at his place. But then he got a mysterious call, excused himself and I didn't hear from him since. This was five days ago. I don't know what happened, I really felt like we were getting along."

"Hey, don't be like this. It's his loss if he let you go. Plus you don't know what actually happened. Maybe you should text first, see where things are. At least you won't be beating yourself up that you didn't try." I give her a sympathetic smile and she nods, deciding she will do just that tomorrow.

We hung out a bit more, drank hot cocoa, and watched stupid t.v. shows. When Hanna left, I talked with my mum for a few minutes, letting her know we'll be coming for lunch tomorrow and then decided to take another shower and snuggle with my favourite book in my bed.

I was a book worm since I was a kid and I liked reading all kinds of books as long as the plot line was good enough to suck me in. But no matter what, I was a sucker for romance novels and today was as good as any day to read something steamy with a good dosage of cheesy, just to keep my mind from the mystery someone and the goddamn phone that kept quiet the whole evening.

At around 10 p.m., I started drifting off to sleep, so I've closed the book and covered myself with the soft blanket, ready to sleep off the remains of a hangover. I was already hovering between dreaming and awake-like state, when a beep from my phone pulled me out of my dreamy state.

I've reached for it to put it on silent when I saw I got a message from an unknown number. My heart made a big thud in my chest.

*I know you think I forgot about you... I didn't. Had some urgent matters to take care of. How about lunch tomorrow? Say... 1 p.m.? Jake *

My heart picked up its pace and I was suddenly completely awake. What should I respond to this? I'm not doing lunch, that's for sure.