His Mission (HIS SERIES Book 1) by SAKINA HUSSAIN (ebook reader library TXT) 📕

boxers before stepping into them. Thank god for that because I really couldn't concentrate.

"Tobias barged in here and I screamed because I'm naked and half asleep!" I explain quickly, finally returning to a functional human being. Jake's eyes widen at me and he snaps his head towards Tobias who's silent in the corner, his face burning bright red.

"Dude I didn't know she was naked, I just wanted to speak to her." Tobias holds his hands up in the air to provide his innocence. Jake frowns deeper and takes a step towards Tobias before sighing and opening his bedroom door wider.

"Get out."

Tobias nods, hurrying quickly out the door. I rub the sleep from my eyes and glance back at Jake, feeling extremely uncomfortable now that we're alone.

I narrowed my eyes and study his body further, noticing the black, blue and purple bruises covering most of his body. They travel down his neck and onto his chest and when you examine them closer, you could see how painful they look. I stand up, silently reaching for my shirt before pulling it on.

Jake stood still as I walked towards him, his chest rising heavily and falling. He hung his head low causing his hair that was now drying slightly to fall over his eyes, making him look so innocent and vulnerable.

"Jake," I whisper, my hand reaching out to brush over the large purple bruise that's spread over his chest. He flinches once my fingers brush over it and I snap my hand back to my side, not wanting to hurt him any further.

Tears prick the back of my eyes as I take in his battered and bruised body, his swollen under eye and the several cuts that run along his face.

"It's not as bad as it looks," he mutters quietly and I bite my bottom lip hard to stop the tears from falling. His body is an absolute mess.

"Amil did this to you?" I whisper and he nods silently, his eyes travelling up to meet mine that are filled with sadness.

"Emily, don't cry," he whispers, reaching out to pull me towards him. I bury my face into his chest, forcing myself to stay calm and focus on my breathing. His hand travels down my spine soothingly, his rough fingers pressing against my soft skin. I close my eyes and enjoy his touch, letting myself relax against his body.

His other hand weaved through my hair and he massaged it gently before tugging it backwards, forcing me to look at him. My eyes meet his piercing blue ones and my throat runs dry as I stare at the beauty of his face.

"What are you doing here?" He asks me quietly, his lips hovering over mine. I could faintly feel his warm breath against my lips and I so badly wanted him to close the space between us and kiss me.

"Your text," I mutter, remembering how I'd let myself in during the night and made my way to his room. I was completely sleep deprived, my brain shutting down from lack of rest. I ached for the warmth of his body next to mine and considering Ivory had stayed at Ben's last night, I decided to pay Jake a visit.

Jake pulled away at my response, hurt masking over his features. He dropped his hands to his side and swallowed, taking a set back. I frowned at his actions reaching for him, again already missing his touch.

"Jake?" I question and he cleared his throat masking over the hurt in his face with a emotionless front. He stepped to the side, motioning at the door —

"I guess you're gonna leave now," he murmurs, his voice cold and low. I shake my head as it dawns on me what he's thinking. He thought I was going to leave considering his text mentioned 'no strings attached'.

"There'll always be strings attached Jake," I tell him quietly and I felt him freeze next to me, his posture tensing up.

"So you're not going to leave again?" He asks me, his voice full of insecurity. I shake my head immediately, taking his hands in my small ones.

"I wouldn't do that," I say firmly forcing him to look into my eyes. I smile at him reassuringly and he lets out a deep breath, closing his eyes as he does so.

"Fuck, I can't stop thinking about you."

"I haven't stopped thinking about you. I wouldn't mess around with your feelings like that Jake, I don't play games." I say sadly and he nods at me, absorbing my words.

"I miss you," I add softly and his body relaxes further, his head dropping low so his forehead was now rested against mine.

"I miss you too. . . So much. It feels like half of me has disappeared, I'm incomplete." He whispers, his voice cracking from the pain he was feeling.

"I'm going to fix this Emily, I'm leaving the gang," he said, his eyes filling with life. I felt the weight on my shoulders immediately disappear and I stare at him in disbelief.

"Really?" I breathe out and he nods, smiling warmly at me.

"Really."

"How are you going to do that?" I ask, frowning at him a little. I know it isn't as simple as just 'leaving the gang'.

"Let me worry about that," he says quietly, placing a gentle kiss ontop of my head. I wrap my arms around his neck and look up at his handsome face.

"Thank you," I say gratefully and he shakes his head, his hands holding my waist tightly.

"Don't thank me," he whispers, his mouth dipping low so they met my lips which were aching for his. He finally gives me what I want and I melt against him as his lips press against mine firmly. I sigh against his mouth, leaning my body closer into his and he pulls back, clearing his throat a little. His blue