Chapter 192

You’re killing me, Emma. I’ll do what you ask. Xxx I love you so much.

I don’t feel any better with his response, an inner wave of disappointment that he’s not trying to change
my mind. Anger boils up inside of me, coming from nowhere, and with it the impulse to smash my
phone off a wall.

What the hell is wrong with me? What is with my undying need to make Jake come after me and
devour me?

It was the same when we fought after Arrick’s birthday. My anger wanted him to take me with a vicious
passion, as though he had no control, and now here I am angry because he isn’t ignoring my wishes
and pushing his way here to see me. It’s like I need the extreme from him. Maybe the lack of real love
in my life growing up has caused this deep aching desire to have someone show their love in dominant
ways. I can’t begin to analyze that right now. All I know is I want him to take away my decision to not
see him, let his own needs takeover, that’s the Jake who swept me into his world. The guy who never
took NO as an answer and pursued me regardless.

God. Maybe I do need therapy after all.

There’s a gentle knock on my door and Sarah pops her head around warily. Her eyes flickering over
me in a very analytical way; she’s clearly assessing my mental state.

“Emma … honey? Are you up for a visitor? There’s someone here to see you.” She looks sheepish and
my heart plummets in cold fear.

Oh, my God, he didn’t?! He couldn’t?! I really don’t want to see him. Forget all that pushing his way in
stuff … NO!

She sees my face pale visibly and immediately cuts in.



“No, no, not him … God no … That girl you told me about. Leila?” She smiles in an almost terrifying
effort at bravery and I sag with breathless relief.

Oh lord … Leila.

I get up and start adjusting my casual, rumpled, clothes self-consciously. I must look like a fright. My
hair is wild, my face is tear-stained and puffy, God knows how crushed and dirty my lounge wear is.
Sarah takes my fussing as a cue to let Leila come in.

Within seconds the whirlwind that is Leila bounds in, dressed from head to toe in a gray tracksuit with
fur trim and silver sparkly trainers. She’s like my modern-day Fairy Godmother. A crazy combination of
sporty woman and cute child. She practically knocks me over with the force of her hug and over
energetic hand gestures.

“Jake is an actual fucking idiot.” She releases me enough to gaze up at me with angry eyes, carrying
on her dramatic emphasizing sign language. “I told him as much before I threw the contents of his
kitchen at him a couple of hours ago, complete fucking idiot … I swear. Him and that shithead best
mate of his both need a major fucking brain overhaul.”

“Leila, you did what?!” I gasp in shock, unsure if this is what I really want Jake to be enduring right now.
I can visualize her fiery little self, causing chaos in his immaculate kitchen with her mad temper. Images
of her mounting a full-on arsenal of pans and cutlery flies through my head as Jake ducks and weaves
to avoid collision.

“Yeah I did! It’s not like he can’t afford some new gadgets and a clean-up crew. I’m just sorry I have
such a shit aim. He was stupid enough to tell me why you were no longer at the apartment; fuckwit!”
She grins at me and I can’t help but smile back, beautiful, crazy, little Leila. I wish that smile meant she
was joking but I know it’s unlikely. I would never like to be on the wrong side of that small blonde



cyclone in full fury. I can only speculate that, despite his own ferocity even Jake was probably slightly
scared.

“Please tell me you didn’t mark that face though? As much as I hate him right now it would be
devastating to know you ruined it.” I catch her wrist as she fusses with my mess of hair and just shake
my head out of her palms. I know this mess is beyond repair and her efforts are completely futile.

“Stop right now with that pouty look of despair, and no, I didn’t … Lucky for him he’s got fast reflexes.
Pity his brain doesn’t have the same skills. We’re going to get you dressed up and go somewhere cozy,
for cocktails, music, and a girl chat. It’s an order not a request.” She lets me go and starts yanking
through the cases of clothes on my floor that I still haven’t had the heart to unpack; pulling dresses
loose and holding them up to investigate.

“I really don’t think I’m up for this.” I balk at her, my voice on the pleading side. My stomach is doing
somersaults at the mere thought of venturing into the public domain.

“It’s about time I made good with your side chick through there, can’t have my girl mooning around with
another woman without getting a look in, bet you’re glad I like threesomes.” She winks at me with that
devilish air that can only be described as Leila. She’s not going to take no for an answer. I sigh heavily
and brace my hands on my hips trying to look more authoritative.

“Leila. I really look like crap and I’m just not in the mood…”

“Shh, not a word. Your job is to do as you’re told and let Auntie Leila take care of everything.” With one
stubborn Leila look I know I’ve no hope in hell of arguing my way out of this.

I sigh for the hundredth time as I sit across from Leila and Sarah in a small booth of a trendy little
cocktail bar. I



feel like crap. I don’t want to be here, but the force that is Leila not only whipped me into a dress and
heels, and a

face of make-up, but also cajoled Sarah out with us too. Sarah is in complete awe of this sassy, little
whirlwind and I can tell, Sarah really loves her, like everyone else who ever meets her.

“Sex on the beach?” Leila blinks at me innocently. I blink back, gulping, instantly incredibly awkward.

“What?” My head immediately zooming to the week Jake took me to the Caribbean and I flush with
both the memory and the heartache.

Why the hell would Leila be asking me this right now?

“It’s a drink, Emma.” Sarah cuts in cupping her hand over mine. She’s still being the gentle and sweet
maternal one; still anticipating my moods, mothering me. Meanwhile, Leila is being a rather bossy and
domineering little pest.

“Get that look off your face, by the time we leave I’m going to have you smiling and pissed. Broken
hearts are cured with lots of delicious alcohol and you know … the quickest way to get over a man, is
to get under a new one.” She winks naughtily, grinning, as my stomach hits my ankles and a cloak of
dread passes through me.

This was so not a good idea. Leila is completely nuts.

Leila shoves Sarah’s hand back from the top of mine with a rather sassy eyebrow raise.

“Stop molly coddling her. She’s made of much tougher stuff and this new all teary Emma is not a good
look. I swear if you don’t suck it up a little for one night I may have to get my whip out.” Leila’s words hit
me, almost like a slap, and I try to ignore the whip thing, wondering how serious she really is.



She’s goddamn right! I am not someone who sits and cries their way through life’s upsets. I’m stronger
than this.

I also think that secretly, Leila is really a sadist.

I lift my chin and paste a defiant smile on my face. Meeting Leila’s approving wink instantly, her nod of
pride at the show of my old self.

“Yes, sex on the beach all round!” I chirp up, trying to sound brighter, my heart trying desperately to
push down the resistance and tears. Sarah regards at me a little warily before shrugging and leaning
back into her chair with a resigned look on her face.

“Why not? Been ages since I had to get through a shift with a hangover.” She
shrugs.


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