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Another Love

Chapter 5: Hotel

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warnings: argument, sex scene

Silence.

Tense silence reigned between us when the black-haired hacker hastily locked the door of room number 9. My attention was immediately caught by the desk with the boy's laptop on it. I didn't even try to understand the stamps and other numbers dancing on the screen. It could be hacking government data or counting down to the atomic bomb. I wouldn't even be surprised if it turned out to be the latter. Nothing was obvious with this man.

Jake took the mask off his face and sat down on the small couch, inviting me to sit with him. I shook my head and leaned against the wall. After another few seconds of silence as the hacker hung his head, I cleared my throat and he immediately looked up at me. I looked at him meaningfully, and Jake swallowed.

– What would you like to know?

I looked at him in surprise and of course a little anger. Is he fucking joking?

– I don't know, maybe I need an explanation? – I asked throwing up my hands – How come I was at your funeral two years ago and now you're sitting across from me like nothing happened?

– When I was in that mine and found out the FBI was already here, I knew it wasn't good. – he looked at me seriously with his blue eyes – However, I found a completely unknown exit that had not yet been patrolled. I had little time to come up with a plan. Then I came up with the idea of faking my death. I asked Lilly for help and she stubbornly agreed.

– But why didn't I know about it? – I asked, feeling my hands begin to tremble

– I figured it would be best for both of us.

That sentence made my heart completely take over my mind.

– I trusted you. With everything. – I started, feeling my voice shaking with anger – I blindly believed you, and you dare say that you knew what was best for me?!

– I dit it because I had to, not because I ever wanted to. – with these words he got up from the couch and very slowly started to approach me – I knew you well enough that I was aware that if you knew that I was alive, you would look for me. And the worst part is, I'd let you catch me.

– You could have explained it all to me! Fuck, did you even think for one second what I was going through!?

– You think it was easy for me?! Every day I wondered what would have happened if everything had gone differently. You corrupted every inch of my life, mind and sleep. But I did it so that you could get over it and go back to a normal, safe life.

We were both almost panting from the emotions we had held for so long. I felt the first tear fall from my eye, which I quickly wiped away. I hated showing weakness, especially in front of people I cared about.

– And I'm not a little child! I knew what I was getting into when I was contacting you. How could you be such a dick and decide for me?! – the words spilled out of my mouth mindlessly, but now I didn't care if they hurt him or not. – It was always like this. You made the decisions, and I dutifully obeyed. But this time was fucking different! You disappear, and I wonder what would have happened if I had gone to the mine. It wasn't about finding your sister, it was about your damn life! Do you know what it's like to blame yourself for the death of someone important to you?! You're a fucking coward, you know Jake?! Because now you're blaming it on my safety instead of admitting you're fucking selfish! And why do you come back here after two years and act like nothing happened? If you wanted to erase yourself from my life, you should do it permanently!

– I wasn't planning to meet you. – he cut me off in a calm tone again, and he was so close that I had to look up to meet his eyes. – I was here to meet Lilly. I'm still wanted, so I was supposed to leave tomorrow.

I looked at him with reddened eyes, not believing what I was hearing. I didn't know what hurt more, the earlier words or the fact that I wasn't important enough to him anymore that he didn't want me to know he was okay?

– Lilly planned it all. I didn't know there would be anyone else in that house but her. I didn't know you'd be there. – he continued stabbing daggers into my heart – And when I saw you, everything fell apart. I didn't know anything anymore. When I saw you ran away, I wanted to run after you and explain everything. But Dan stopped me. He told me to fuck off, and that's what I wanted to do. I was already sitting on the motorcycle, but why couldn't I start it? I couldn't, because I was bound to you by some strange, invisible thread. – he fell into some word flow through which I pressed my hand to the head, trying not to listen to him – You see what you're doing to me? I don't even know how to explain it.

– If you keep talking, I have no idea what I'll do to you. – I interrupted him and hot tears ran down my cheeks – Stop it.

– I just can't erase my feelings. Believe me, I have tried. – he did not stop, continuing the subject of feelings, and his blue eyes were so full of them that it hurt – I can't forget about you.

– What's your goal, huh? – I glared at him angrily, his vision blurred by tears. In a fury, I started pounding on his arms. – Why are you telling me all this? You weren't here!

– Take out all of your anger on me. – He cut me off suddenly and I gave him a dull look. He stared so deeply into my eyes that I shivered. – I see that's what you want. Do it.

His words gave me a momentary shock. For a moment I didn't know how to react, but finally I felt a new fire in my lungs that spurred me to action. It was too late anyway. Emotions and unspoken words flooded my body.

– You have no fucking idea how much I hate you. – I started and I could already feel the tears streaming down my cheeks down my neck and cleavage and disappearing under the dress I was wearing. – I hate you so much, Jake. – I punched him hard in the face and he let me. His head turned the other way from the force I put into the punch, but it didn't matter to me. It felt good to finally let out those suppressing and suffocating feelings. – Most of all I want to forget you, but now all that's left is hatred. And you know what's the worst, Jake? I don't mean that you faked your death and I didn't know about it. I hate you because you weren't there when I needed you the most. I didn't have anyone here and I thought I lost you too!

Another sharp blow, which he also took. As if he accepted his punishment with humility. I continued to hurt him with my words until finally when I was about to hit him again he firmly grabbed my hand stopping me from hitting him. He locked eyes with me and they were so angry and full of tears and emotion. He wiped the tears from my face with his other hand, then cupped my cheek. And he completely cut me off.

His lips pressed to mine. Surged to mine. Covered them. Hard.

He kissed me lustfully and hard, making me dizzy. Christ, he was so hungry for me. And I was for him, even though I was still trying to analyze what the fuck was going on.

Jake was kissing me.

Kissing me.

He let go of my hand, moving his other hand to my face as well. He kissed me like there was no tomorrow, like I was dream or imaginary. He took my breath away, and I didn't owe him. I tangled my fingers in his hair and Jake pinned me against the wall. My nimble fingers began to strip him of his clothes, and he tried to unbutton my dress. I don't remember how we ended up in the bedroom, on the hotel bed and the only clothes left on my body were panties.

For that moment, I felt like I was in another reality and as if our separation didn't exist or didn't matter. I slowly and tastefully brushed those wonderful lips with mine, digging my nails into the nape of the boy's neck. But not so gently, he turned me to face the sheets and pressed my head firmly against it.

– Bend over and spread your legs. – he demanded throatily, slapping my ass and choking my moan – Please.

I rested my hands on the sheets, obediently obeying his command, additionally melting under the influence of his unearthly voice, which I could listen to all day.

He firmly grabbed the fabric of my lace red panties and slid them down my legs, leaving me completely naked.

– Is it okay? – he whispered over my ear, pressing my naked ass to his crotch, his hand circling my clit creating unimaginable pleasure.

I replied with a short mumble, wanting this more than anything in my entire life. He massaged me with his fingers and moaned with me as I writhed like a helpless animal beneath him. But I wanted something more. I wanted to feel all of him.

– Fuck me, Jake. – I mumbled

I clutched the scraps of white sheet in my hands, uttering loud curses as I felt his cock at the very entrance.

He covered my mouth with his hand, placing his finger between my lips, which I immediately sucked. Before entering me deeply, he brushed my wetness several times with his head all the way down my clitoris. The tension between us built, our moans merging as he moved faster and faster inside me.

– Fuck. – he swore racily, his fingers tightening on the top of my head, which was still pressed against the mattress

– Harder. – I gasped as I felt another punch to my ass. He pulled my hair into a ponytail and pulled my head back, biting my earlobe.

– Could he make you feel as good as I do? –he asked, but I couldn't form a meaningful sentence at the time. His thrusts were brutal and ruthless. Like he was pouring out all his anger and stress from the whole fucked up situation. I suspected he was talking about Phil, though I had no idea how he knew that. He responded to my loud and pitiful moans with a soft, hoarse laugh – You're mine.

He growled the last words into my ear, then let go of my head again and pressed my neck against the bed. I was a mess, ready to do anything to keep the pleasure going. I was sure that the marks of his strong hands on my hips and ass will stay with me for a long time.

Not long after, he changed position and this time he spun me around, hovering over me, wiping his sweaty forehead with his forearm in the process. He kissed me ferociously on the lips, and I deepened the kiss, wishing the man would never leave again.

He lifted one of my legs, caressed it tenderly and placed gentle kisses on it, then placed it on his shoulder and again enterned me deeply. We were panting at the same time, and Jake additionally grabbed my wrists and placed them above my head.

It was hard for me to focus on anything, because of the overwhelming pleasure I couldn't stick a sentence together. I knew one thing - I had never experienced such emotions before, even though I was not inexperienced. I've had sex with a few people who did it damn well, but tonight was different. Today I connected with a man for whom I had deep feelings without even seeing his face or hearing his voice. Now, after more than two years of longing, I could see him. Kiss him. Touch him.

– Jake! – I cried as he pressed his other hand to my throat. Our eyes met each other. Warm brown with cold, analytical blue. Jake looked like a fallen angel. His black, disheveled hair, lips swollen from our kisses and deep gaze staring straight at me, which completely consumed me, made my lower abdomen tighten more and more.

I was incredibly close to orgasm, which the boy must have felt, because I felt his long fingers on my clitoris, which after a while he began to massage. I could barely bear it. I arched and rolled my eyes in lust as I heard his loud, heavenly moans of pleasure close to my ear.

After a short while orgasm completely took over my body. I clamped down on his dick, coming with his name leaving my mouth. I tugged hard on the ends of his black hair, tilting my neck back.

I barely opened my eyes, and in that very moment, I reveled in the warmth spreading inside of me. Jake let out a hard moan, stopping his lips to my exposed neck, which he began to bite. He stopped moving, but didn't pull his dick out of me for a while.

After a few moments, he left my body and lay down, dragging me with him. I didn't protest. He pulled me into his chest and I cuddled up to him as tight as I could. I breathed in his scent, enjoying the simple human closeness. After all, I didn't know if I wasn't dreaming. As I was on the verge of sleep, I heard his hoarse whisper.

– I missed you.

Another Love

Chapter 6: Cherry

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author's note: sorry for the long break in chapters. there was supposed something else going on in this chapter, but I dragged it out as I was writing. You can expect the next chapter after the weekend. lot of love and i hope you'll like it! <3

I screwed up. I knew it when I slipped out of bed in the morning and put on my dress from the last evening. I did it as quietly as possible so as not to wake up the still sleeping hacker. How come he didn't wake up? In fact, I tried to keep it quiet, but Jake always seemed like the kind of person who never felt safe and secure enough to be in such a deep sleep.

I was already at the door the last time I looked at him. He was lying on his stomach, his arms wrapped around a pillow. He was covered with a duvet from the waist down, so that the newly rising sun shining in pink streaks illuminated his scratched back. My heart sank at the sight. I was wondering who did this to him? His entire back was adorned with scars. Some were smaller, and some were heartbreaking with their size. I could imagine how painful it must have been for him.

I thought about why I was doing this. I had to think about it alone. Without anyone's glance, advice or words. I felt overwhelmed by everything that happened yesterday. I didn't regret anything, but it still felt weird. I needed a moment to think it over and get used to it. Yesterday's emotions and anger subsided, now I had to come to terms with this feeling and wonder if I was able to forgive Jake.

Did I want to forgive him?

I gave him one more look before silently walking towards the bed. The black-haired man let out a loud sigh and then snored softly. I smiled and warmth spread inside me. I leaned in and kissed his hot cheek. Perhaps I've been doing it too long. However, after a few moments, without turning around, I left the room and the hotel building.

I walked for a few minutes, the crisp air caressing my body and hair. I thought about the whole situation. But one thought overshadowed all others. Jake lived and was whole and healthy.

Jake was alive.

Incredible relief and childlike joy filled my veins. At one point, I stopped and leaned against the wall of the building, because it made my head spin. Yesterday's anger almost evaporated and left a place for ... understanding? Of course, I was still outraged by how Jake had treated me, but I couldn't be angry with him for long. My outburst of anger was caused by suppressing my emotions. I didn't let them get to me, I lived in one pattern that suited me, completely excluding feelings. Work, apartment, casual sex. It all went away when Jake came back into my life. He broke a barrier that was deep inside of me.

My mouth twisted into a wide smile. I also felt my eyes fill with tears. But I haven't felt this light in a long time. I looked around and the world around me became... friendlier? The colors became more vivid and the air began to smell like my favorite fruit. July cherries that grew in a Californian park near my house. The last time I felt this happy was two years ago. When I was texting with a mystery hacker. I was completely different then. I sniffed, letting the tears soak my hot cheeks. I was almost levitating off the ground and almost punched myself in the face as I remembered Jake's words.

I'm leaving tomorrow.

He'll be gone in a few hours.

Could I let him go again if I just got him back?

I quickly wiped my face and turned around. I'm not gonna act like Jake. I won't let us be separated this time.

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Jake's POV

I woke up and automatically knew something was wrong. The first one was the fact that I woke up fully rested. I haven't felt it in about six years. Why did I sleep so long?

Because you were with her, you idiot. And finally you felt safe.

Still without opening my eyes, I reached my hand over to the other side of the bed. It was cold. Empty.

Nothing has so refreshed me in a long time and woke me up immediately. I sat up, staring at the empty room. It was nothing new. I was used to solitude and silence. However, the silence had not been as overwhelming as this morning for a long time.

So she left.

I had no right to judge her. After all, I was the one who left her without explanation for two years. Despite this, I felt a terrible emptiness because I didn't have time to talk to her without anger. Without screaming. We parted without saying goodbye again.

I had no idea how long I sat in one place staring at the wall. The ringing of the phone snapped me out of my trance. I furrowed my eyebrows but picked up immediately.

– Hello Lily. – I greeted, and my voice was automatically transformed by one of the changers

– Is MC still with you? – she asked in a shaky voice that sent a shiver down my spine. – Please tell me she's with you.

– She's not here. – I swallowed and my palms began to sweat – What's going on, Lilly?

– There's no contact with her. I wanted to apologize, but she didn't answer which is not like her. I asked others to try too, but that didn't work either.

In the background, I could hear the muffled voices of Jessica, Dan and Hannah. But I was paralyzed with fear. The terrifying, relentless fear of losing the only person I cared about.

I don't know when I hung up, but the phone fell from my trembling hands. Her handbag, which she had forgotten to take, caught my attention. I opened it immediately, looking for something that would allow me to create a plan. I've always had one, haven't I? I never lost my common sense and cool calculation of evidence. However, inside I found only her wallet and a scarf.

A scarf that still smelled like her and her cherry perfume.

Another Love

Chapter 8: Someone to stay

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warnings: mention of suicide attempt

Jessy's POV

– Do you know that she saved me?

I whispered, looking into the distance. The sky wasn't beautiful. It was overcast so you couldn't see the stars. It was dark, gloomy and cold. It accurately reflected my condition as well as my companion's.

– Not only you. – Jake replied, his voice was hoarse

I looked up through my teary eyes at his face, which was illuminated by the moonlight, to see the shadows under his eyes have become even more pronounced. He was so tired.

– A few days after Richy's funeral, I wanted to die. – I started again without looking at him. All the walls around our broken hearts have fallen, leaving only the truth. A devastating truth. – I drank myself into unconsciousness even though I hadn't done so in a good few years. And I was standing there. On the bridge, swinging over the edge. I..

The hacker was tense. It was probably one of the few conversations he had with another human being. But I had to confess my sins. They've weighed heavily on my heart for too long, and Jake seemed like the only person who would listen to me at the moment.

– I was already wondering how far I would fall. How long will it be before I die? Will it be immediate or will it be endless agony? - I sniffled, fighting tears - But suddenly I heard a MC behind me. She screamed not to do it. To come home with her. What home - I thought then? Duskwood was no longer my home since I found out that the person closest to me was someone else entirely. He was a liar. Richy kidnapped and held Hannah, and a few hours later he would come to the workshop and joke with me like he always does. He did all that and then he just gone.. He killed himself and left me alone.

We were both silent for a while. I looked at his profile out of the corner of my eye. He stared at the sleepy, unlit buildings before him. I think he was very lonely. Lonelier than he lets on. Maybe lonelier than he even realizes.

– Then I felt her touch. She didn't yank me, but lightly touched my arm to make me turn around. And then I saw that she was crying too. That I wasn't the only one suffering. – my voice started to crack – It was soothing. And you know what we did then? We sat there and started drinking what was left in my vodka bottle. We drank and cried because that was all we had left. At that time, we were convinced that the people we loved the most in the world had been taken away from us. But I'll never forgive myself for what I did the next day.

I could barely speak through the spasms of tears. I was all red and trembling from them.

– The next day I packed up and left Duskwood without telling her. No apologizing. No thanking for saving a life.

I hid my face in my hands, feeling despair and shame again. Jake sighed heavily, probably hating me even more.

– I'm sure she understood.

– Of course she understood! – I burst out – I came back after half a year and when I talked to her, she didn't hate me. She said she fully understood me and that I had the right to do so. Leave, forget and come to terms with what happened. MC is the kind of person who will stay with you no matter what. She is the sun when the storm is spreading chaos all around. That's why I know I don't deserve her. Because when I left her alone, she welcomed me with open arms.

I swallowed and felt his intent gaze on me. He listened to me but did not judge.

– I've hurt a lot of people, Jake. After what Richy did, I completely changed. I pushed Dan away. MC. Everyone. I preferred to be alone so that I would never be disappointed in anyone again. To never experience the same emptiness, griefing. But it was a mistake. I was an egoist who forgot the existence of others. I forgot that Dan, Thomas and Cleo lost a friend too. I forgot Hannah was being held by a friend. And I forgot that MC lost you.

Something in his face moved. I could see how despair gripped his throat.

– So please don't make my mistake again. When you find MC, and I know you will, don't leave her. This special person who saved us all needs someone to stay with her too.

Summer Love

author's note: I had a dream that Jake and MC had met before and I had to share it

Prologue

summer 2014

Dear diary,

They say that in every girl's life there must be that one boy she will never forget and the summer in which it all happened. I never believed it but...

But when I am writing this, I am dying to miss his blue eyes and the hot summer evenings when we experienced it all.

Maybe they were right after all?

i want to write some fanfic, i have scenes in my head all the time, but i lack motivation😫