DON’T HURT ME
I’M A vir-gin💦
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✍️ Chapter Twenty-Seven✍️
He has borrowed my new l@pt©p to log on to his company. I l@ybeside him, my head resting on his shoulders and I watch him work.
He is discussing with a corporation from Tokyo, he’s interested in a land for the technology development as they have the equipment suitable to make it. At the same time he’s has the next meeting in New York in two weeks where he’ll be broached to about strategy for the company by the headquarters.
I don’t know much of how businesses are ran however I can tell that Jeremy had been born to do this, to lead, because he does this so efficiently and effortlessly, he makes it seems so easy when in fact it’s the ha-rd est thing to do.
I ask the question I’d been longing to ask him since I’d discovered that him and Matthew were brothers.
“How did you inherit the company instead of Matthew?”
He looks away from the l@pt©p and meets my gaze.
“Sorry if I seem intruding but I’m curious.” I apologize.
He smiles softly, “You are not intruding. And it was on my father’s will.” He tells me.
I frown at that still not comprehending. “But Matthew is older than you right? Isn’t it by tradition for the eldest to get the highest?”
“Yes Mathew is older. And yes by traditional it is meant to be this way.”
“Then, why you?” I persist and I can tell I am pressing because his facial expression tells me he doesn’t like to broach the subject.
He takes a de-ep breath and sighs, “Well p@rtly because I’d majored in business in college and Matthew chose construction and mostly because Matthew has always hated our father’s business he wanted nothing to do with it and they were never in speaking terms.” He tells me truthfully.
My heart constricts at his pained expression. “Matthew is my half-brother, his mother died when he was born. Our father was alre-ady having an affair with my mother and it was a few months after he was born that I had been conceived and so my parents married before I was born.”
“Oh.” I’m rendered speechless as I try to ponder the situation, his family situation. Inside I am elated that he’s sharing this information with me.
“So basically my mother adopted Matthew and raised the both of us, she’s the only mother he’s ever known.” He smiles at that however as soon as the smile c@m£ it quic-kly eradicated.
“Why did Matthew hate your father?”
“My father had expectations for Matthew, originally he’d wanted Matthew to take over the business but Matthew with his own way rebelled and refused. That’s when he’d started being closed off. He’d always instigate a fight with me because to him I had been doing exactly what our father wanted and he’d call me all sorts of names. We br@wled a lot. It was different once our father died.” His jaw clenches.
I don’t know why I am becoming overwhelmed with emotion but I feel it, every word he’s sharing with me I can see his childhood as if it were a film pla-ying on theatre and this has wounded him.
I can see the loss in his eyes, the loss of a father as well as his brotherly love. I can tell he loves Matthew but does Matthew love him. Does Matthew even have heart at all?
The moment I’d met him my instinct had detected something detached about him and now finding out this from Jeremy I can see why. But there has to be reasons for all of this, for Matthew’s behaviour then and his behaviour now.
What is his side of things? I wonder.
“I gave you a lot to ponder haven’t I?” Jeremy smiles fleetingly at me. My heart lurches for him and I snuggle closer in his shoulder.
“Just still processing.” I tell him.
“plea-se, you don’t have to worry about this, I know you are somehow caught up with him but I don’t want you to be.”
“Jeremy, I want to be with you and if it means having to worry about the things that worry you then I will worry, gladly,” I k!sshis shoulder.
He logs out of the company and shuts down my l@pt©p and then placing it on t©p the side be-d drawer, he returns to me.
“You are adorable Leyla Levy, thank you but I don’t want you anymore tangled in this as you alre-ady are.”
“Yesterday in the car when you said you’ll sort it out. What did you mean by it?” I ignore his remark.
He press hisl-ips ti-ghtly together, I move my hand to his face, my f!ngersgently stro-king the samel-ips.
“If you were concerned that I’ll pummel him to death then let me shed those worries away?” He sm-irks as he tries to shed some light in this intense conversation. I’m aware that he still hasn’t answered my question.
“Now plea-se can we drop this conversation.” He takes my hand from his face and his thumb mas-sages my knuckles.
“I want to do something more than talk.” He says as he lays me down and starts k!ss!ngmy n£¢k.
“But before we can st©p talking,” he murmurs in my n£¢k.
“I want to take you on a d@t£ tomorrow,” his mouth moves to my ear-lobe and bites it.
The burning s-en-sation from the contacts travels all the way down in the right place.
“A d@t£?” My mouth forms words but my br@in has long since disconnected due to the amount of hor-mones that are now igniting my blood from his hands that are silkily ru-bbing my w@!st and th!ghs.
I’m wearing the silk night go-wn, another item of clothing from his fund.
“Yes. A d@t£,” he replies while hisl-ips move to my chin and follows the path to myl-ips.
I giggle before hisl-ips presses against my own in a k!ss. Then my giggling st©ps and the fire churns my innards.
“What’s so funny?” He asks me as he moves the silk go-wn off of me.
“The fact that we’ve re-arranged the rules of d@t!ng.” I tell him.
“We’ve re-arranged them?” I can tell that he is curious but he is more concentrated in the swirls of my br**st. He moves his head in between the swirls and then burying his noise he breathes in.
“Yes!” I say this in a m0@n ; it’s getting ha-rd to concentrate of what I am trying to tell him. He’s very distracting.
“It’s meant to be a d@t£ first….” I gr0@nwhen his teeth begin grazing on my ni**le. “Then…then se-x…then moving in together.”
“Oh Jeez!” the pressure of his mouth on my ni**le is getting too much, I am alre-ady convulsing with nee-d.
“Mmmh…” He m0@n s. “I see your point.”
“We’ve had se-x first, then I moved in with you, well temporarily, and now you want to…take me on a d@t£,” I shiver as his hands travel to my cu-p my se-x.
“Well, who said we had to always follow the rules?” He says this as he k!sses un-der my ribs and follows the line southward.
His mouth leaves a burning trail on my skin as the s-en-sations hit me in the right places.
“No one.” I answer his rhetorical question.
“Exactly.”
That’s when I finally surrender to him, finally let him do what he wants with my b©dy because it’s begging him to t©uçh me, it’s begging him to enter me and fill me whole. It’s begging for re-lease. A re-lease only he can deliver.
I chuckled.
✍️To be continued ✍️
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