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

ago, the one claiming to be my father. I scrunch my brows up at his sick joke.

"There was a phone call, a few weeks before I met you. He said he was my father and then hung up, it was just a sick joke." I say quietly. Jake pulls me into his chest closer and used his free hand to stroke the back of my hair tenderly.

"Jones is a sick man."

A few minutes of silence pass, both Jake and I left with our thoughts.

"Let's go somewhere," he said finally pulling me back and looking me in the eyes eagerly.

"Like another date? It's midnight and the first date didn't turn out so well," I laugh dryly and Jake chuckles a little.

"Not a date, let's just go hang out somewhere."

"Do you enjoy my company Jakey?" I tease him and Jake scowls in response.

"Jakey? Do not call me that." He shakes his head at me and my smile grows wider.

"You're my boyfriend. I can call you what I want." I respond sticking my tongue out at him. Jake grins at me, his tension completely disappearing. He grabs me, lifting me up in one swift move. I squeal and fight against him, enjoying his playful side.

"Put me down Jake." I giggle, my arms waving around aimlessly in the air.

"Whatever you say Muffin" he chuckled dropping me from a height onto the couch. I bounced before settling down onto it.

I leaned forward and grabbed Jake's arm pulling him on top of me. He chuckled loudly and I signalled for him to be quiet knowing everyone would be asleep upstairs. Jake shrugged and grinned at me, shifting so all his weight wasn't completely on top of me.

"I like this position," Jake breathed into my neck and I giggled, rolling my eyes at him playfully. He pulled back, blue ocean eyes shimmering down at me. When he leaned down and kissed me, I wasn't ready. Every time he was close, I lost all sense of control. I felt myself spin into waves of pleasure as he flicked out his tongue, running it across my bottom lip. I let out a small sigh of pleasure and Jake pulled back, the tip of his nose touching mine.

"I love you."

I froze underneath him, the smile from my face slowly fading. Did he really just say that?

I feel Jake's body freeze on top of me and then he was off me so quick, I could have blinked and not seen it. I leaned up on my elbows, swallowing the lump in my throat. The atmosphere suddenly became thick filled with tension between us. His words clouded my brain. . . I love you.

"Jake — " I said quietly.

He has his back turned to me and clears his throat. I could see his hands running through his hair wildly - something he did when he's really stressed out or nervous.

"Fuck." He mumbles.

"Jake" I said again, louder this time wanting him to turn around. My heart was beating wildly in my chest from his words. They seemed foreign coming off his lips and I couldn't help but think it was a spur of the moment thing.

"Did you mean it?" I asked quietly, noticing how Jake never turned around. He cleared his throat again and turned to face me. His whole facial expression had changed to one I'd never seen before. His eyes were glossy and looked so vulnerable. I sat up on the couch my own eyes never leaving his.

"Yeah, I do" he whispered, his words soft.

I felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders as I registered his words. He loves me. Jake's gaze dropped to the floor as he waiting for my reply. I felt a thousand butterflies flutter through my stomach as I realised he actually loves me. I stood up and walked towards him, taking his hands in mine. They felt rough and large compared to my soft and small ones but I kinda loved that.

I love how completely different we are to each other yet I always feel myself being pulled towards him by a invisible force. I love how he makes me feel and I love how protective he is of me. I love his cheeky comeback's and his flirtatious side. I love how he rescued me not just from Trevor, but from myself. I love the way he cooks me pancakes in the morning and I love the way his nose scrunches up in the most adorable way when he's happy. I love the way he takes care of me... It's the same way I watched my father take care of my mother once upon a time. I love his soft playful side that he only ever seemed to show his close, loved ones.

I love him. I really do love him.

I looked up into his eyes and sensed how scared he was. It was the first time I had ever seen emotional fear in his eyes. He looked at me pleadingly, begging me silently not to turn him away.

"Say something Muffin" he mumbled, breaking the silence between us.

"I love you," I whispered, feeling completely enlightened. A grin broke out on my face as I took in his reaction. I saw his whole posture relax and his blue eyes shine with happiness. He grinned widely, giving me a show stopping smile and chuckled uncertainly as if he didn't believe me and needed reassurance.

"You do?" he asks and I nod, grinning back at him. I wrap my arms around his neck and he laughs again, his chest vibrating with his deep chuckle. He takes hold of my waist and spins me round, resting his forehead against mine, the smile never leaving either of our faces. He uses his hand to tilt my chin up towards him, bringing our lips closer together.

"I love you Muffin," he repeats before his lips come crashing down onto