After going to the hospital and being examined for any serious injurious, we were discharged and allowed to go home. Jacob was concerned by the fact I had recently been in an injury, and the doctor told us that I was lucky that no serious damage was sustained. But the second we left into the Bentley he became like the distant, frozen person he use to be. When we arrived back to the penthouse, the front desk informed us about the presence of Jacob's parents, sister and my mom. While I thanked the concierge, Jacob continued walking, rolling his eyes and muttering what I assume was a curse under his breath. "You were a bit rude, don't you think?" I scolded him.

He simply clenched his jaw together and said, "No." The elevator ride up was one of the longest 15 seconds of my life, and the atmosphere was heavy as both of us stood as far away from each other as possible. The doors opened to reveal everyone on the couch, with a drink in their hand, sitting in an impossible silence. "Sure, just make yourself at home," Jacob scowled.

I glare at him, grab his arm and say, "Don't be an ass." He shrugs out of my hold and I direct my attention to my mother, who was exactly the person I just needed right now. "Sorry guys. We had a small accident driving back from the Hamptons."

"So that's where you were!" My mother yells. "You were in the bloody Hamptons, while myself and Jacobs parents were worried sick!" I suck in my lips and recoil slightly. "You can't just explode over every tabloid one day, and disappear the next!"

Now Lilian steps forward to support my mom, "Emma dear, you know I love you like my own daughter, but clearly you and Jacob just aren't good for each other. In the space of a few weeks, you have managed to blow up both of your lives, and things just don't seem to ever settle for either of you-"

"That's enough!" I hear Jacob practically roar, "Either stop attacking her, or everyone get the fuck out!" Towering above me, he takes my hand and guides me off to the bedroom, leaving everyone startled behind.

"What the hell are you doing?!" I yank my arm out of his grip and make a break for the living room, "Sorry everybody-" Jacob comes up behind me, snakes his arms around my waist and carries me off again down the hall.

"You're stubborn and impossible Emma." He growls, through my worthless protests.

"You're the one taking a fucking head trip with me every hour and it's making me stubborn and impossible!"

"Can you keep your voice down?!"

"For God's sake! How bloody ignorant can you be Jacob! I fucking hate you!"

"Well that's too bad because I love you!" There was a heavy silence which hung in the hallway, Jacob lowered his voice to almost a whisper, "I love you so fucking much. I hate that there isn't a greater word for it becuase what I feel for you far exceeds the confines of the simple word love. What I feel for you is... is... addiction."

My chest rises and falls with deep, wavering breaths, "You...you love me?" I manage to whimper.

He rushes with a step inwards to me, "Of course I do! I can't function without you. When I'm at work I can't stand the fact that I'm buildings away from you and yet it feels like 1000 miles. Or even when I wake up and you're in the dorms. When you're sitting across from me, and I crave you on my lap. I'm in love with you, I love you're intelligence and beauty and the way I get turned on by even the thought of you. The way you like me, and not liking the idea of me. You know me better than anyone and I know that it doesn't always seem that way, especially with my convoluted personality but just wait for me. Because I promise I'll get there, and I'll tell you when I'm ready."

I surge forwards into him, knocking him off balance so he stumbles onto the back wall, and wrap my legs around his waist, climbing him like a pole. "Hey, hey, hey..." he gasped through each of my ravenous kisses, "slow..." "down..." "we still have to deal with our parents." I continue consuming him, needing him to be close, to hold me, and he did so, despite well-knowing that our parents were on the other side of the next wall. Eventually, I begin to slide down, but Jacob supports me, just as he always has, and thank god, because my knees felt weak and would crumble with even the slightest pressure. His kiss did that to me. God knows him even looking at me would stir my stomach.

"Ok." I whispered, resting my forehead against his. "We haven't finished talking though."

"I know."

As he began to walk back, I grabbed his hand, "Hey. I love you to." He smiled and pulled my forward next to him. We sat down on the lounge seat opposite everyone, joining the bath of uncomfortable silence. Choosing to ease everyone into the transition, I restrained myself from sitting too close to him or holding his hand, but Jacob, as per usual didn't give a shit, as he draped his arm over my shoulder. "Jacob apologises for how he behaved." Next to me he scoffs and rolls his eyes. I get out of his hold.

He groans, "Fine. Yes. I'm sorry." He looks at me and I reposition into his hold. He looks towards our families, "I know that our relationship is, less than conventional, but I love Emma, and either you can support that or you don't."

"We do support you Jacob," Lilian spoke in her typical smooth silky voice.

"I don't." My mother interjects. "As of the end of the semester, you will withdraw you're position at Columbia-"

"No!" I plead.

But my mother sternly continues, "And you will no longer see Jacob Reynolds, in any sort of relationship, friends or otherwise-"

"No!"

"I will withdraw my financial support for you're tuition, and I don't care if you're 20 in a couple of days, I will drag you back to Malibu if I have to, and from there, we will be moving houses."

"No! I'm not leaving."

"Oh yes you are!"

"Please," I croak.

"Sweetheart, I know none of it makes sense, and you may hate me right now, but at the end of the semester you will leave, and that is final."

She stands up from the couch, and I let the tears start to flow freely. Jacob stands up along with her, "You can't make her go anywhere! She's legally an adult and can do whatever she wants!"

"I really am sorry Jacob, I know you two had something special. But all good things must come to an end."

"Mom he's right! I can do what I want, and you can't control me."

"Really! How are you going to pay for Columbia, dormitories? How about general expenses?"

"I have a job-"

"As an intern!"

Jacob speaks up, "And, if she'll let me, I'll help. Plus, she can stay here instead on the dorms to save money."

"I'm sure you'd like that." Becky mumbles.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I retort, sticking up for my boyfriend.

"Oh please," she spits, "the second you started dating my brother you left me behind."

I step up to her, "Don't you dare, make yourself the victim here!"

"Who else is the victim?! Certainly not you!"

"Why are you being such a bitch! Can't you see all I need right now is a friend!"

"What about what I need! I needed you Emma, and instead you decided to upgrade me to my brother. You left me behind to start a new life!"

"I never left you behind! You're the one who is pushing me away becuase you don't want to be apart of my new life."

"How can you be so smart but so stupid!" she yells and pushes me back onto the couch like the psychotic bitch she is. "I use to be your life, and then one day I'm not! Can't you understand that I need time to adjust!"

I get up and push her too, except harder onto the ground. "Adjust all the fuck you want, but don't blame me for 'leaving you behind' when you just admitted to needing time!"

"What I needed was my best friend!" she charges at me, getting on top of me and tackling us both to the floor.

Lilian and Stewart pull her off of me, while Jacob pulls me up and away from her, holding tight to my waist, while I struggle to attack her back. "You bitch!" I scream at her. "Jacob let go of me!"

"Babe chill out. Calm down."

"Aww, yeah babe, chill the fuck out." Becky mocks Jacob.

Stomping on Jacobs foot, I use the window of opportunity he's in pain to charge at Becky, who slams into the ground with a hard thud. "Why did you do it?" she cries. "For the longest time, we talked about how much I hated the friends who dated my brother. I honestly always thought that you would never being on of those people."

"But I don't have to be. You don't have to hate me for being happy."

"I don't hate you. I hate that you're choosing your happiness at the expenses of mine."

But once again Jacob and his parents are back, and he's pulling me off the top of Becky. "I'm sorry that us being together makes you unhappy. I really, really am. But I'm serious when I say, I would rather die than live without him. But I couldn't live without you either. Because you're not only my best friend Beck, but my sister."

"I just, don't want to lose you," she cries.

"You won't. I would never let that happen."

"But why do I feel like it already happened?"

"Because... things have changed. Obviously," I say laughing, "but that doesn't mean that me changing and navigating one part of my life, has t change anything in another part."

--

The night drew on, and in the end Becky and I had a much needed conversation, Jacob and his parents discussed a few things in private, which I figure I'll pry form Jacob later, but my mom stayed persistent, which is something, I'll definitely have to figure out later. The moment everyone left, Jacob seemed to be in a rush for where we left off. I pounced, pushing my hands up beneath his shirt to feel his damp skin and the hardness of the muscles beneath it. He laughed as he toed off his sneakers and yanked his shirt over his head. Oh my God...seeing him in the flesh - all of him, as his shorts hit the floor - was synapse frying. There wasn't an ounce of excess flesh on him anywhere, just hard slabs of honed muscle. He had washboard abs and that super sexy V of muscle on his pelvis, which to this bloody scares me. How does a single human being develop that or like, is it a blessing by the Gods or something. Jacob didn't have ay hair on his chest, he was pure primal male, the embodiment of everything I coveted, fantasized about, and wished for. He picked me up and carried us to the bedroom, he attacked my clothes, whipping my loosened top off before I took a full breath. My pants were wrestled down and I kicked my shoes off in such a hurry that I lost my balance and fell on the bed. I barely caught my breath before he was on me.

We rolled across the mattress in a tangle. Everywhere he touched me left trails of fire behind. The clean, hardworking scent of his skin was an aphrodisiac and intoxicant at once, spurring my desire for him until I felt like I was about to lose my mind.

"You're so beautiful, Emma." He plumped one breast in his hand before taking my nipple into his mouth.

I cried out at the scorching heat and the lash of his tongue, my core tightening with every soft suck. My hands were greedy as they slid over his sweat-damp skin, stroking and kneading, searching for the spots that made him growl and moan. I scissored my legs with his and tried to roll him, but he was too heavy and too strong.

What I felt for him in that moment, seeing that smile and the heat in his eyes, was so intense it was painful. Too fast, I thought. I was falling too fast. "Jacob - "

He kissed me deeply, licking into my mouth in that way of his. I thought he could really make me come with just a kiss, if we stayed at it long enough. Everything about him turned me on, from the way he looked and felt beneath my hands to the way he watched me and touched me. His greed and the silent demands he made on my body, the forcefulness with which he pleasured me and took his pleasure in return, drove me wild.

I ran my hands through the wet silk of his hair. The crisp hairs on his chest teased my tightened nipples and the feel of his rock hard body against mine was enough to make me wet and needy.

"I love your body," he whispered, his lips moving across my cheek to my throat. His hand caressed the length of my torso from breasts to hip. "I can't get enough of it."

"You haven't had very much of it yet," I teased.

"I don't think I'll ever have enough." Nibbling and licking across my shoulder, he slid down and caught my other nipple between his teeth. He tugged and the tiny dart of pain had my back arching on a soft cry. He soothed the sting with a soft suck; then kissed his way downward. "I've never wanted anything this badly."

"Please do it already!"

"Do what baby? Tell me what you want."

"I want you to do me!"

"Do what," he said pushing me to my limits, teasing me with smart licks of his tongue.

"Please!"

His weight and heat left me. In a distant corner of my dazed mind, I heard a drawer opening, followed swiftly by the sound of foil tearing. The mattress dipped as he returned, his hands rough now as he yanked me down to the centre of the bed. He stretched himself on top of me, pinning me, tucking his forearms on the outside of my biceps and pressing them to my sides, capturing me.

My gaze was riveted to his austerely beautiful face. His features were harsh with lust, his skin stretched tight over his cheekbones and jaw. His eyes were so dark and dilated they were black, and I knew I was staring into the face of a man who'd passed the limits of his control. It was important to me that he'd made it that far for my benefit and that he'd done so to pleasure and prepare me for what I knew would be a hard ride.

My hands fisted in the bedspread, anticipation building. He'd made sure I got mine, over and over again. This would be for him.

"Emma." He snapped out my name as he rammed into me, sinking balls-deep in one fierce drive.

I gasped. He was big, hard as stone, and so damn deep. The connection was startlingly intense. Emotionally. Mentally. I'd never felt so completely...taken. Possessed.

I wouldn't have thought I could bear to be restrained during sex, not with my past being what it was, but Jacob's total domination of my body ratcheted my desire to an outrageous level. I'd never been so hot for it in my life, which seemed insane after what I'd experienced with him so far.

I clenched around him, relishing the feel of him inside me, filling me.

His hips ground against mine, prodding as if to say, Feel me? I'm in you. I own you.

His entire body hardened, the muscles of his chest and arms straining as he pulled out to the tip. The rigid tightening of his abs was the only warning I got before he slammed forward. Hard.

I cried out and his chest rumbled with a low, primitive sound. "Christ...You feel so good."

Tightening his hold, he starting fucking me, nailing my h*ps to the mattress with wildly fierce drives. Pleasure rippled through me again, pushing through me with every hot shove of his body into mine. Like this, I thought. I want you just like this.

He buried his face in my neck and held me tightly in place, plunging hard and fast, gasping raw, heated sex words that made me crazed with desire. "I've never been so hard and thick. I'm so deep in you...I can feel it against my stomach...feel my dick pounding into you."

I'd thought of this round as his, and yet he was still with me, still focused on me, swiveling his hips to stroke pleasure through my melting core. I made a small, helpless sound of need and his mouth slanted over mine. I was desperate for him, my nails digging into his pumping hips, struggling with the grinding urge to rock into the ferocious thrusts of his big cock.

We were dripping in sweat, our skin hot and slicked together, our chests heaving for air. As an orgasm brewed like a storm inside me, everything tightened and clenched, squeezing. He cursed and shoved one hand beneath my hip, cupping my rear and lifting me into his thrusts so that his cock head stroked over and over the spot that ached for him. With a rough shudder he came taking long strokes in an out of me., filling me with his cum, and bringing mw to my on orgasm.

--

"It's only four days," I coo. Jacob and I wait out the front of Columbia, before I set off to not see him for four days. Next time I see him will be Thursday in the office, as he finalises his hostile takeover of Fitness first.

"Can't you just let Peter pick you up tonight and drive you to meet me at the Penthouse?"

"You know my class will finish at 8:30 tonight, and by the time I get over we're are both going to be horny as fuck, and not able to stop for the next couple of hours."

"I genuinely don't see a problem with that."

"I love you babe."

"I love you too." I give him a passionate kiss before reluctantly exiting the car and gloom fully meandering over to campus.

--

Not going to lie, it's been tough re-adjusting to Columbia. Ever since some weird guy followed me back to my dorm, I always felt I had to be with friends, whether it's Becky or Spencer. I try to call and text Jacob whenever possible, but I haven't spoken to him for nearly 24 hours. Some people would say it's an unhealthy, toxic relationship if we can't go without communicating with each other for that long, but we're different from most relationships, and I don't care. We don't see each other as just 'there', but as necessary. As necessary as oxygen is to breathing. It's finally Thursday and I know that I'm going to see Jacob again. Ever since my moms unexpected visit, there's been an unacknowledged void between us, often meaning we would avoid topics about school or family life. I know that eventually we are going to have to talk about it, but is it to much to ask for five more minutes of bliss ignorance.

At least the tabloids have found a new prey to harass, and considering I haven't spoken to Jacob since he placed security on me without me knowing, and I blew up at him for it, also adds to the tension of seeing him again. Just as I begin to worry Felix has forgot to pick me up, he rolls up to me in his blue Nissan compact car. "Hey!" he exclaims, "come on, we going to be late." I enter the car and lock in my seat belt. "We can't be late again, or else you're boyfriend will literally hurt me." I laugh, but remembering the hard stare Jacob projected at Felix in the last meeting, I struggled to actually decide whether he would ever result to physical violence. "He doesn't like me very much does he?"

I consider my answer carefully, not wanting to put words into Jacobs mouth, "He just doesn't know you. He seems intimidating to everyone-"

"Except to literally every girl in the city who seems to be obsessed with him," he mumbles. I bite the inside of my cheek, the constant reminder that everyone wants Jacob, and Jacob could have anyone he wanted. Felix seems to register my awkward lack of response and says, "Well it doesn't matter I guess how everyone in the city feels about him, becuase he's dating you."

"Yeah," I say unconfident, more so reassuring myself rather than agreeing with him.

"Well are you excited that you're going to be working closer with him?"

"Hmm?" I respond completely lost.

"Jacob. He owns the building the firms in, and he's relocating his offices to the two top floors."

"I didn't know that," I respond threw a clenched jaw.

Felix seems to recoil a bit in his seat and for the rest of the car ride we sit in silence, but not an awkward one, more so where neither of us has anything to say. Except I do. I have my to discuss with my boyfriend.

When we arrive at the office Felix and I arrive with plenty of time to spare, almost a full half hour. I go to my cubicle and immediately start researching the shift in main offices for Rey Co., and discover the press release was made over a week ago. Which means that the decision to move was made at least a month ago. Right after I started my internship. Turning off my computer abruptly, I walk over to Felix and say, "Please tell Mr Sommer's I apologise but I won't be able to make the meeting today. I'm not feeling well."

"Oh Em, are you ok?"

"Yeah, I think I'm just coming down with something and need to lie down."

"Ok," he looks at me concerned, "well I hope you feel better."

"Thanks so much."

--

Just as I presumed at 1:20 I began to receive what was the beginning of a bombardment of texts from Jacob .

'Where r u?'

'Hello?'

'Are you ok?'

'Just checked security footage, you came and left?'

'Are you still made about the security people thing?'

'Are you ok!'

'Baby I'm sorry, please answer my texts, I'm worried.'

'I'm concerned now.'

'Meeting just ended'

'Where r u I'm coming to find you?'

This time I respond and say, 'Don't bother. I'm fine. But we're not.' He then tried to call me, eventually bringing my phone to a total of 32 missed calls. On his 33rd try I answer, "What."

"Emma! I know you know I've been trying to call u for the past 45 minutes, so what the Fuck!"

"Clearly I don't want to talk to you right now."

Taking on a warning sarcastic edge, he says, "Well I see that, thank you. What may I ask that I've done this time?"

"Why do you think that my privacy and freedom is at your disposal? Hmm?!"

"What the fuck are you even talking about?!"

"First you place security on me, WITHOUT ME EVEN KNOWING! Then you move you're main office the the very building I work in? What's with that-"

"I can-"

"No stop! Then you use you're spy camera's 24/7 on me. That is not ok!" I inhale a deep breath, "Look," I sigh, "I love you, with, all my heart. But relationships go two ways. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if the power and respect was equal between us. But right now I feel trapped, and pissed off my you."

"Emma-"

"I'm not saying I want to break up, and I'm trying to forgive and look past you're control complex, I just...I just need to re-evaluate some things first."

"Emma-" before he can continue, I disconnect the call and turn off my phone. Without even realising it I've once again arrived at Becky's dorm. I knock on the door and someone inside singsongs for me to enter. Unfortunately the only person in the room is Becky's roommate.

"Oh sorry, I was just looking for Becky."

At first she doesn't look up at me, but when she does, her face slips from board and annoyed to over polite, "Oh, you're her. You're dating Jacob Reynolds!" Ever since news about me and Jacob got out, so did Becky's sibling relation to her brother. I know it's been hard for her, because we talk about it -screamed about it- during our 'rant' at Jacobs penthouse. She was mad about the unwanted association she now had with her brother becuase of me. That, was something I felt truly guilty for. It was selfish to not be so flippant and cautious with sharing about our relationship.

"Do you know where Becky is?" I ask annoyed.

As if completely ignoring me, she says, "Is your boyfriend coming to visit you?"

"Alright," I huff realising she wasn't going to answer my question, "thanks for your help."

I end up venturing to Spencer's room next, and thankfully he was there, but judging by the way he opened the door, out of breath, hair dishevelled, lips pink and swollen, immediately had me laughing and recoiling. "Darling," he says exasperated.

"I see you're a bit busy."

"No, No, I can be out in a sec to talk, what do you need?"

I struggle to hold back the laughter, "Really, It's all good. I'll just catch you later, okay."

"You sure?"

"Absolutely. You look a bit...tied up." The mischievous grin, he gives me says it all.