Chapter 7

Without hesitating, Hart's hands moved to cup her cheeks, kissing her passionately. Please, don't stop, she implored him in her heart. The night breeze was chilly, making her shiver in the cold. He scooped her up in his arms, laying her on the bed before resuming his affection on her lips. Taking his hands, she placed them on her chest. Was this… a direct invitation to touch her? He wondered, stroking her through her thin clothing. She let out a few moans, pulling him closer. She had to be aroused, but he did not want to be a monster to her. Separating their lips, he lay down next to her and stared into her eyes. 'Myra, are you sober?" She nodded. 'Hart, I only want you to think about me when we do… that." Maybe it was a bit excessive for her to be saying this so early, but she didn't like him thinking about Milla when he was intimate with her. She couldn't get herself to pronounce the word intercourse. But every time he was inside her, she had only him in her mind. A surprising fact, when she thought herself to be broken-hearted by Jake then. Myra was blushing when she made her statement, a fact that Hart found adorable about her. Undressing her carefully, he laid kiss after kiss on her bare skin. The hickeys were starting to subside now, allowing him space for new ones. She shyly helped him out of his clothes, admiring his well-built body. 'Myra, in the future, I'll never allow you to be hurt or lonely again," he whispered, caressing her gently. 'I'll go where you want to." Did this mean… he wanted to go back to her city with her? Myra thought, clinging tight to him as she felt them becoming one. However, he said nothing more as their bodies moved in sync with each other. He was blessed with so much energy that by now, Myra had already grown used to. He took her again and again, appeasing her with each stroke. For him, the greatest encouragement was hearing Myra call out his name. 'Myra, I can't explain it, but I love you," he whispered, finishing inside her for the final time that night. He saw her eyes were already closed, so he had no clue whether she had heard his love confession. Three days was just too fast to fall in love with someone, but he had in fact, fallen in love with her at first sight. It was too intricate for her to understand that. Especially when she might not be over her first quite yet. Otherwise, why had she sought his help to ‘forget him'? Myra feigned that she was asleep, contemplating Hart's words. Originally, she had figured that she was in love with Jake for five years, but the Jake she had once loved and the Jake that existed now seemed to be two different people. She found it hard to believe how someone could have changed so much in just five years. But maybe, it was all for the better. In the future, she would not want anything to do with Jake or his new girlfriend. ………………………………………………………………………………… Meanwhile, back in City V, Jake was dreaming of Myra, again. 'Oh, Myra." He was moaning her name in his sleep, an action that irritated the woman sleeping beside him. Where had Myra gone? He remembered her touch as if it had been yesterday they were lying next to each other in his bed back at Hotel Top One. He admitted to himself he had been a bit impatient when he had taken her first time because he could hardly contain his excitement. 'Jake, it's me, Myra." She had turned up in a hotel bathrobe, which she slyly lifted to reveal the racy lingerie she was wearing underneath. 'Myra? How did you know I was here? And how do you know my room?" He looked at her with his cold eyes. His long hair swept past his cheek and he did not smile. 'Believe me, I have my ways." She chuckled confidently as she approached him slowly. 'Jake, I've liked you for a long time. How could you have not told me that you were back in City V?" 'It's an emergency conference." He puffed on his electronic cigarette, placing it on the table. Myra continued to watch him, ignoring the tiny coloured clouds that dissipated around him. 'Jake…" she pleaded. 'I've come all the way just to see you…" He tried his best to remain indifferent. Deep inside him, he was bitter at how she had never written to him all these years, and now she just appeared before him in lingerie. What was she playing at? Different assumptions clouded his judgment. Maybe she had enough fun with her suitors and wanted to have a different experience tonight. Fine, he would allow her to have her way soon enough! 'Prove it then, Myra. If you really like me like how you claim, give yourself to me. Now." Myra was staring at him as if she had seen a ghost. 'Jake, you've changed…" He took a step closer. 'Myra, you've just sent the lamb into the wolf's den. I'll count to three. You can still back out now before I change my mind." Tears were welling in her eyes. 'No, I'll do it!" Despite her ‘pain', she looked so determined. Jake took it as that she was desperate for a man that night. Nothing that she said earlier to him registered in his mind. In his opinion, this was the girl who had cruelly allowed him to wait for her for three years without allowing him to know how she was doing. He had spent another two years in China after completing his further studies because he had not heard from her. It infuriated him to see her just come to him so casually, strip and claim that she liked him for five years. If she had liked him, why didn't she write? She cried throughout the whole ordeal. It was only when he noticed the stains on the sheets, that cast light on the fact she had kept her first time for him. He had been a total jerk, but he was unwilling to admit the fact. That night, Jake continued to remain silent, without even a word to console her. It was natural that she would have been hurt by his harsh treatment towards her. When she woke up the next morning, he asked her if she would be a willing participant at the conference. He didn't have an assistant due to the last-minute decision to attend. Again, he was being negative. 'It's fine if you can't. I'll go on my own." 'No, Jake. I just don't have a suitable attire to attend." 'We'll head over to the tailor and have one customised for you." She said nothing after that. The conference that afternoon turned out to have few female attendees. With her pleasant smiles at the conference, it, unfortunately, vexed him further and he found himself jealous. He treated her as coldly as he could, never allowing her to explain. All because of his so-called pride and how he had been hurt by her when he was abroad. This had led him to get into so many relationships, none of whom lasted more than a month. The only exception had been Yuna, who would not leave even after he had threatened to end their relationship repeatedly. 'Myra, where are you?" he murmured again, this time meeting with a scream from the woman next to him. Yuna was livid. A few pillows met their mark, landing unceremoniously on Jake's face. 'JAKE YU, WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?" she yelled. Had this unacceptable behaviour been in the last three months when they were a couple, Jake would have not tolerated her doing. However, as she was three months pregnant from the sonography report she had produced, he did what he had to do. 'Calm down, Yuna. This isn't good for your pregnancy." She howled. 'Jake, we're together, and you're still thinking about her? She ignored you when you were in China! I'm the one who accompanied you all this while! I helped you out so many times!" 'Yuna," he soothed her with a hug. 'I'm sorry. Just give me some time, okay?" He dried her tears with his sleeves. 'No matter what, I'll take care of you and the baby. I'll not let you suffer. I'll take responsibility." That was what he had in mind. He was just taking responsibility. Since they were a couple back in China, he had never loved Yuna. If not for the fact she was an expert at satisfying his desires, he probably would have ended their relationship in a month like the other women. But how could he have allowed her to fall pregnant? 'Are you sure, Jake?" 'I mean my words. I promise to be a good father." Jake sighed as he watched Yuna return to sleep, but a sudden beep from his cellphone alerted him. Recognising who was the sender of the message, he jolted up from the bed in shock.