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

I sit in silence for a few moments, inhaling and exhaling deeply.

The kitchen door opened, pulling me away from my distressed thoughts. I looked up to see a women dressed smartly in a deep plum suit that contrasted perfectly against her skin. Her hair fell around her shoulders in soft dark curls and she had strikingly similar features to Jake. I stood up, pulling my PJ shirt down, feeling incredibly under-dressed.

She smiled at me warmly, showing off a set of perfectly white teeth. Okay, she is definitely Jake's mum. They both had a gorgeous smile. I held my hand out nervously and she looked at it slightly amused before shaking it.

"It's nice to finally meet you Mrs Melvin," I said politely, pushing down the nerves. She smiled at me before walking over to the kettle.

"You don't need to call me Mrs Melvin, that title dissapeared a long time ago honey."

Her voice was smooth with a hint of maturity, she oozed sophistication. I nodded at her words before taking a seat, placing my hands in my lap. I fiddled with my hands nervously before remembering I had to thank her.

"Thank you so much for letting me stay here, Miss..."

"Call me Michelle darling, and don't look so worried. I won't bite your head off."

"Right, thank you again Michelle," I said truthfully, feeling at ease from her friendly smile.

"You're a friend of Jake and Ivory's, right? That means you're welcome anytime. We definitely have the space and the kids seem to love your company."

"You have a lovely home. It's fun living with them both and it's a far better option than my own home."

Michelle gave me a comforting smile. I cleared my throat and stood up, motioning that I was going back upstairs.

"It's nice to meet you." I said and Michelle put down her coffee, turning towards me.

"You too, I'm sure we'll get along fine," she smiled and my heart warmed a little from her words. She was so nice and caring and it made me miss my own mother. The mother she was before Trevor came along.

I shut the kitchen door and headed upstairs to get dressed for the day, going over my first conversation with Jake's Mum. I know I have to talk to Jake at some point for first, I need to fix my appearance.

I wear my baby blue jumper before pulling on a pair of white jeans. I notice my bruising has completely faded and I'm rarely in any pain. My body has definitely healed over the past few weeks and I'm extremely grateful for it. I can't remember the last time I've gone this long without feeling discomfort or pain from one of Trevor's bearings. I glance at myself in the mirror noticing I'd put on a little more weight from the food I'm constantly eating now.

I look healthy.

I run a brush through my dark hair making it pin straight and applied some concealer underneath my eyes. I finished off with a pale pink lipgloss and quickly applying some mascara.

I took a deep breath, knocking on Jake's bedroom door. I heard a few grunts come from inside and scrunched my eyebrows together in confusion. I knocked loudly, causing the door to shake from the impact. Oops.

The grunts stopped and I heard Jake come towards the door. He swung open the door and we stood silently, staring at each other for a few moments. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt with some boxing shorts swung loosely on his hips. His arms and chest was glistening with sweat but on him, it was ridiculously attractive. I felt his eyes roam down my body and a deep blush crawled up onto my cheeks. He leans against the doorframe, looking surprised to see me.

"Can I come in?" I asked quietly. Jake walks back a few steps, opening his door for me to enter. I walk in and sit on his bed, noticing the boxing gloves. The boxing bag in the corner of the room is rocking back and forth slightly.

So that explains the grunts...

Jake walks to the other side of the room, grabbing a towel and wiping his face before taking a seat in a chair, opposite to me. I sigh, fiddling with my hands, desperate for one of us to break the silence.

"What Tobias said isn't true Muffin."

Muffin.

"What Tobias said hurt me, a lot." I tell him firmly. I turn to look at him and we hold eye contact, both of us staring at one another. My stomach tightens with knots as I feel myself being sucked in by the beauty of his blue eyes. I don't think I can ever be friends with Jake Melvin, not when simply his eyes have the biggest effect of me.

"You didn't explain yourself, I gave you the chance and you rejected it." I tell him, my voice lined with hurt. Jake winces, reaching up to run a hand through his dark hair.

"I know, I'm sorry. I don't know how to handle this Emily, I've never had to do this before. Everything I feel with you is so different, special. Give me the chance to explain now, I know I don't deserve it but please." He begs me, taking a step forward. I see the desperation in his eyes and I silently nod, holding my breath in anticipation.

"I like you Emily Wentworth, I like you a lot. Sometimes I don't know the right things to do or say but I'm learning. I've never truly needed anyone but I need you. I care about you and Tobias knows that which is why he's trying his damn hardest to hurt you. What he said isn't true, I would never treat you like that. Please believe me even though I've given you a million reasons not to." Jake says, taking slow steps until he's standing directly in front of me. We don't break eye contact once and I feel