His Mission (HIS SERIES Book 1) SAKINA HUSSAIN (short novels in english .TXT) 📖

He silently cups around my cigarette, blocking the wind out before he sparks the cigarette to life.

"Have you ever smoked before?" He asks me quietly, sitting next to me on the wall. I shake my head before placing the cigarette in my mouth and inhaling. I'd seen people around me smoke my entire lifetime so I know what to do. The warm burning sensation scratches the back of my throat and I breathe out, spluttering a little from the harsh nicotine. I feel Tobias chuckle quietly next to me and I narrow my eyes at him.

"Don't laugh at me," I say firmly, flicking the ash off the cigarette onto the grass below.

He holds his hands up in surrender, balancing his own cigarette between his lips. I watch as he inhales deeply, closing his eyes as he does so before blowing the smoke into the dark sky.

"Are you not enjoying the party?"

"Not enjoying the people," I correct him, mumbling.

"Who upset you?"

"Some blonde blow up barbie doll." I say harshly, inhaling deeply as I felt my anger rise.

"I honestly don't understand girls sometimes." I choke out, coughing again. Maybe the smoking life isn't for me.

"What did she say?"

"It doesn't matter, it's dumb anyway," I grumble, shivering from the cold air. Tobias jumps off the wall, pulling his jacket off him and drapes it around my shoulders.

"Thank you," I say quietly, feeling warmth spread through my body instantly.

"Tell me? It's not dumb if she upset you," Tobias urges, jumping back onto the wall. He shuffles a little before sitting on it comfortably.

I sigh, debating whether I should mention it to him or not. Considering the situation we were in right now, maybe it wasn't the best time to be telling him about my doubts sleeping with Jake.

"It's fine, honestly Tobias." I sigh, shrugging his jacket off and handing it to him. I give him back the cigarette too, squirming at the taste it leaves behind in my mouth.

"See you later," I murmur before jumping off the wall. I land unsteadily on my heels and waver a little, feeling lightheaded. Tobias' hand shoots out and he grabs onto my arm, steadying me.

"Careful there," he says quietly and I turn, giving him a thankful smile before heading back inside. I decide I'm going to find Jake and ask him about the blonde. I enter the living room, noticing how the crowds are thinning out, people chatting quietly on the couches. The music has been turned down slightly so it wasn't booming off the walls and I grimace, my eyes landing on a couple making out heavily in the corner.

I sigh and make my way to the second room. It's crammed full with intoxicated teenagers and I push my way through, trying to spot Jake in the crowd. Someone bumps into me, knocking me sideways and I stumble in my heels, falling into someone.

"Hey, watch it!"

"Sorry." I mumble, pushing past them. I'm just about to give up when I noticed him in the corner of the room with his back to me. His leather jacket and broad shoulders stand out from the crowd and I weave my way towards him.

As I get closer, I notice he isn't alone much to my annoyance. The busty blonde barbie is stood in front of him, cup in one hand and twirling her hair flirtatiously with the other. She bats her long eyelashes at him and laughs loudly at something he says which I'm too far to hear over the noise in the room.

A lump forms in the back of my throat and I approach them warily. I feel a pang of jealousy as I see the blondes hand shoot out and land on Jake's arm, stroking his skin ever so subtly. My throat run dry and I want to force myself to look away but I physically can't. She leans in closer, whispering something in his ear and I see him shake his head before turning around.

His eyes instantly connect with mine and I stare straight into them before glancing at the blonde. The look of amusement on her face as she smirks at me made me want to rip out her fake hair extensions.

"Emily," Jake says, heading towards me with his hand outstretched. I shake my head at him, unable to speak and turn around quickly, elbowing my way through the crowd. I don't stop until I'm back outside in the garden which feels like the only place I can breathe.

I stomp up to a surprised looking Tobias, grabbing his cigarette out of his hands.

"I thought you don't like smoking."

"Sorry," I mumble for the third time tonight. I hear Jake shout me from behind but choose to ignore him and carried on going until I reach the end of the garden. I take a seat on an old garden chair and wrap my arm around myself in an effort to stay warm. My other hand lifts the cigarette to my mouth and I take a long drag, inhaling it deeply.

"Emily, what's wrong?" Jake asks me, getting closer. His eyes land on the cigarette I'm holding between my fingers.

"Since when do you smoke?" He questions, his eyebrows raised. I blow the smoke back out in his direction obnoxiously before replying —

"Since blow up barbie tells me how good my boyfriend is in bed then throws herself all over him whilst I'm watching."

I raise the cigarette back up to my lips and Jake takes a step forward, grabbing it from my hands. He throws it to the floor before standing on it, putting it out.

"Hey!" I say angrily, standing up to face him. He usually towered over me but with the heels I'm wearing, we're almost eye level. I watch as his eyebrow rise once more and he takes a step back.

"What have I done wrong?" He asks me, shoving his