"How did you know I was home?"

"Lucky guess?" He shrugs his shoulders.

I roll my eyes, "But really though."

"I don't want to lie to you."

"Then don't. You know I hate that." And I really do, I rather I'm told the truth than a lie, because although both may hurt I prefer to not be left in the dark.

"Someone told me, you didn't leave your apartment this morning."

"Who, Katie?"

He shakes his head softly, "Someone."

"SOMEONE? Who?"

He stays silent.

"You have people watching me, don't you?"

"...yeah."

"Why?" I take his arm from behind my neck, suddenly not too comfortable.

"I'm worried about you."

"Oh yeah? How long have you been worried about me? All my life? So, that means you've been having me 'watched' all my life, or just the part of my life where you left?"

"Don't jump to conclusion Scarlett—and I thought we were past this." He keeps his posture as he says this.

"I know and we are. It's just, you can't have people watching me."

"I know I'm just worried about you." He repeats.

"So what, you know what I'm doing every minute of every day?"

"Not exactly."

"Then what? And why?"

"Uhm," He starts sitting up, facing his back to me. I move to where I can see him, my body exposed but I don't think I really care. For some reason, I feel like I can be bare to him without a second thought and I want to look at him as he talks to me. "I'm having some problems..." He goes.

"With?"

"It's a delicate situation, I don't know how to properly explain it to you." He looks directly at as he says this but he plays with rubber band on his wrist.

"Well am I in danger? Should I be worried?"

"No, I don't think so. It's just a precaution." He rolls the rubber band around his index finger.

"Well I don't care what you do, I don't want people I don't know following me or watching me especially if I don't know who or where they are."

"I understand."

"You do?" I ask a little surprised, I thought that would be a little harder.

"Yeah, I should've told you sooner, I didn't want to worry you."

"You have to find another way." I shake my head.

"Trust me, if I could be with you and watch you 24/7 I would."

"Wouldn't that be nice though?" I ask a smile slowly rising on my face.

"It would." He says pulling me to him, I get on my knees and crawl on his lap. I kiss his face. He places his hands against the stretch marks on my hips I place mine at the sides of his face, my fingers spread out over his ear.

"So, are you going to tell me about it?"

"Tell you..." He looks up at me, I'm awed by his beautiful eyes always. With his hands still on my waist, he slowly massages a circle into the sides of my stomach with his thumbs. To be honest, it made me feel a bit subconscious. The way his thumb moves over the lines on my on my hips. I was insecure about them, who wouldn't be? Each scratch represents a flaw.

My chest rises as I inhale deeply I slowly speak, "About your delicate situation."

"I rather I didn't."

"Why not?"

"I don't want you to be worried."

"You said I had nothing to be worried about."

"And you don't." He says softly, shifting his body slightly under me.

"So, what's the problem?"

"I don't want it to be your problem—that's the problem." He says assertively this time with his fingertips slowly dig into me.

I stare at him for a second and shake my head. "You don't need to compartmentalize when your with me."

He chuckles caustically and goes, "Oh yeah?"

"Yes. What?"

"It's just that you do exactly the same thing." His says digging his fingers deeper in me.

Does he know what he's doing? These small actions. What do they mean?

"Do I?"

"Yes." He goes.

"Well." I shrug my shoulders.

"You're sheltered Scarlett, painfully so. You have trouble giving the smallest parts of yourself to people."

"Okay that may be true, and I'm not entirely proud of it but-"

"But nothing Scarlett. This is my problem and I'm handling it." He said imperiously.

If this problem were only affecting him then okay, but if this situation somehow relates to me in any way it can no longer be his problem.

But instead of speaking my mind I keep a straight face and go, "Okay, I can respect that." I close my middle and index finger against his ear, holding it in the middle. I tilt his head back, and I lean my body closer to him. My face covering his, gently kiss the tip of his nose, then his lips.

It was a little arrogant of him to talk to me way he did, but in a way I get. There's things I don't want to share with him, and I don't know when (or if) I will. But nonetheless, I understand. So if wants to keep parts of himself from this relationship, I'll do the same. Because I can.

So you're right Jacob, I do compartmentalize and since I do it so well I'll continue doing it.

The way he spoke, was definitely sexist. But I also can't say I don't understand where he's coming from; he is a man, and most men have this compulsive need to be dominant. Jacob is just one of those men. I can see it.

I lick his lips and took his top lip between my teeth and tug softly. I let go. "If you don't want to tell me you don't have to."

"It's not that I don't want to tell you, it just..."

I put my thumb against his lip, my other fingers reaching his cheek. I shake my head, "You don't need to explain yourself."

I put my hand on under me to take his dick in my hand, I stroke him until he gets hard. I kiss his left jaw, my lips travels down his neck to his shoulder. I raise my hips above his dick and with my hand I fix his tip against me. The entrance of my vagina sat at the tip of his penis. He looks up at me as he pulls me down by my hips. I feel his width slowly spreading me open. With my hands on my shoulders I push my body down on his length. I continue to kiss him, I grind slowly. Moaning. My fingertips pressing against his face. He sucks on my bottom lip and bites it harshly. He lifts my hips and pulls me down, he does the repeatedly, rhythmically.

I move my hands to the back of his neck up to his hair, subtly I speed up the pace.

"Fuck." My breathing gets heavy. I moan throwing my head back, he takes a nipple in his mouth and sucks on it. His tongue wets my nipple, he takes my breast in his large hands and wets them both. I arch my back as I feel them get hard. My pussy gets wetter and I grind harder on him.

Feeling him inside me, is probably the best feeling in the world. The way he stretches me, and how he just goes so far to where I literally feel him filling my gut.

I want him to cum in me, to where his cum is so far inside me to unimaginable depths. I need him to. I need to.

He takes my waist and pulls me down, suddenly I start to take a lot more of him a lot faster. I could feel the pit of my stomach spasm every time he reaches the deepest parts of me. Over and over again. I shout his name and tell him how I love it.

He turns us over to where he's on top. He grabs my wrists and put them above my head as he fucks me.

He kisses my lips as he did deep long strokes. His heavy body on top of mine, I took in all of it, all of him; his love, his warmth, his body. I want all of him—I need all of him

I held him close to me, locking him in with my legs. My body convulses under the sultry that is his body, my pussy throbs along with the rest of me.

He grunts my name and tightens his grip around my wrists.

I shout his name and roll my eyes to the back of my head. I love how he simply takes control of everything, my whole body, my mind, and soul. This man gives my body life.

"Open your eyes and look at me." He grunts.

My hand grew into hard fists, I roll my eyes opening them to meet his lips.

"Kiss me," I implore desperately arching my back. I bite my lip as I look at his, they're like precious gems to me. Beautiful just like every aspect of him, red like his unleashed anger.

He lets go of my wrist, and I put my arms around him, to hold him close to me. My right hand goes to the back of his neck just under the end of his hair, my left to his lower back. I make deep scratches down his back, I reach further for his hair and pull.

He puts his mouth on mine and shoves his tongue in my mouth. I take it in all of him, all that I can. I let myself feel so much of him like this is the last time that'll I feel any part of him, because it feels like that sometimes. It feels like one day, he'll go away and he won't love me or make love to me anymore.

We make amazing love until we both reach our finishing peak. He rolls to the side of me, I drape my body over his, my face on his hot chest. I listen to his steady heartbeat, it soothes me. His arm lied on the of my waist.

He drew soft circles in my skin, my whole body relaxes and I slowly close my eyes.

I take my phone from the counter next to my bed to look at the time. "It's almost time for me to go to work." I say to Jacob, looking at the time from my phone.

I get out of bed naked, I grab my clothes from the floor, and put them on my bed along with Jake's.

He sits up on the edge of my bed and watches me as I put on my panties and then black jeans. I take my bra from the bed and put it over my breast, "Can you help me with my bra?" I ask Jake, turning around.

I feel him walk up behind me. His large hands reach under my arms and over the front of my chest, he fixes my breast in the cup of the bra, he drag his finger tips to the back clasp.

"One, two, or three?" He ask referring to the three sets of bra clasps.

"The middle one." I answer.

He does that for me and I thank him.

I walk over to my mirror to fix my hair again.

"So are you going to tell me, what that attitude was about?"

"...It was nothing, forget about."

"I'm not just going to forget about it."

"Not my problem." I say combing my hair out, looking at him through the mirror.

JACOB POV

I could feel Scarlett physically building walls around herself, and it's makes me so angry. I've never met anyone who was so reserved and contained as I was, and to tell you the truth she might be worse than me.

It's like the only time she gives herself to me, is when we're involved physically. After that, it's like trying to love a lioness. I don't want sex to be the only way we communicate, although it is an amazing high. I want her to give herself to me completely and just as I think I'm getting somewhere I'm absolutely nowhere. How is that?

I grab my pants and shirt to put them on. I walk out of her bed room, she comes after me as I walk towards the front door.

"Where are you going?" She asks stopping me in my tracks. She's still without a shirt, her blue bra hugs her breast so right, leaving out the right amount of cleavage. They were like two brown water balloons that were about to pop. It made me think about her beautiful chocolate nipples, stiff on my tongue.

As aroused as I was, I didn't show it, "You're done with me, right? Or is there something else you need?"

"What are you talking about?" She asks deliriously.

"You're going to work, no?"

"I am, but-"

"But what?"

"I mean you don't have to go yet."

"I don't have to or you don't want me too?"

"Why does it matter?"

"It matters Scarlett, I need you to talk to me, because I can't read your mind." I snap.

"I know."

"You know, then why are you pushing me away?"

"I'm not." She says deniably.

"Yes, you are."

"I'm not... I'm just getting ready for work, I don't want you to go."

"The shit your giving me, I don't take it from anyone, but I'm supposed to stand here and take it from you?"

"Yes, because you're my boyfriend, you don't give up when you see me being difficult. You said you wouldn't." Her voice drops.

I will never give up on her. Period.

"And I'm not, but Scarlett you have to work with me."

"I am." She whines.

"No, you're not. You need to give me something."

"I'm trying, believe me, please..."

"Please what?"

"Don't give up." She looks up at me, eyes

wide and desperate.

I get closer just because I need to, I hold her by her waist. I look down at her glistening eyes.

I stroke the side of her face with my knuckles. I raise her chin and kiss her soft lips. There's nothing she could ever do that would ever make stop trying with her. I love her so much it hurts, but it also hurts when she treats me like I'm simply a random dude she knows.

She kisses me back, pressing her chest against me, I move my hand down to the lowest part of her waist.

"Tell me why you're mad at me." I urge softly.

"I'm not." She whispers with her eyes closed.

"Yes you are."

She opens her eyes, "I'm not anymore." She shakes her head. "It was a petty reason."

"I'm listening."

"Are you serious?"

"I'm so fucking serious."

"I was just mad because I felt like you were talking to other girls. And I already told you the thought of that drives me crazy."

"What have I done to make you think that?"

"I haven't seen you in days and you didn't change your number—and believe me it sounds stupid just as it's coming out of my mouth."

"My number? What does my number have to do with anything?"

"You didn't change it, which means they can still contact you."

"Scarlett I can't just up and change my number."

"Why not, you don't need them you have me."

"I'm not talking about that— of course you're all I need but I run a business. I can't just randomly change my number, because you don't want someone to have my number."

"It's not just someone, it's people that you fucked. You don't know what that does to me, thinking about what you've done and can still do."

"I'm not-"

"But you can and one day you will." She pushes away from me.

"But I haven't, why is that so hard to believe that I won't?"

"Because you can!" She shouts. "You don't need me, I can't do anything for you."

"Shit, don't you get it? I wouldn't stand here and let you talk to me like this unless you did it for me. And fuck Scarlett, YOU DO IT FOR ME. Everything about you is so damn perfect. I wouldn't be here if I thought otherwise."

Her moist eyes shines and she looks at me like a bruised puppy. "Okay, um," she starts softly blinking her tears away. "I have to get ready—can we talk about this later—I want talk about this later." She said looking everywhere but me.

"We can talk about this later."

"Okay." She whispers looking down.

I take her hand and pull her to me, I place my hands on the side of her face and wipe her tears with my thumbs, I held her face in my hands. Her eyes are shut tight, probably to stop tears from forming. She's like a deprived ball of emotions, and around me they just get the best of her. I kiss her forehead, then tilt her head up and kiss her wet lips. As I kiss her, she raises her hands to the hem of my shirt and tug at it. I lick her lips and took them into my mouth, she separates her lips and I slide my tongue past them. She lets out soft muffled moan.

She leans her head back and opens her eyes to me, "I have to finish getting ready." She whispers.

"Okay, I'm going leave." I say lowering my voice to match hers. She pulls on my shirt harder, wrapping it around her fist. Her eyes are full of beseech for me to stay, and in all honesty I feel it too. I don't want to leave, but she has to go to her job and I have things I need to handle. I wish thing were different.

"I'll come back tonight."

She shakes her head, "You can't my roommates will be here."

I drop my hands down to her waist, "Okay, I'll call you tonight."

"Sounds good." She says.

"Alright, can I get another kiss before I go?"

She bites her lips and nods, she presses her body against me takes her hands to the back of my neck, brings my head down and kisses me. It's short and sweet.

"Bye." She says softly.

"Bye babe." I say. I open the door behind and walk out. She pushes it shut after me. I take the stairs to my car and leave Scarlett's apartment complex. I drive out of the parking lot and on to the street, I take the way to my home.

Scarlett POV

Friday night

"Just these?" The cashier asks pointing to the items the three items I picked.

"Yeah, only these." I say taking out my wallet.

"39.50." She says.

I place the money on the counter as she bags my items. I take my bag of items and put it in my book bag and I walk out into the parking lot. It's 9:42 pm, and I'm waiting for Emily in a dark empty parking lot.

A car light flashes my way, I squint my eyes and step back. It stops in front of me, the window rolls down, and see Emily.

"Get in." She says nonchalantly. I walk around the car to the passenger side, and get in.

"Hi."

"Hey." She says despondently driving off.

"What's wrong?"

She shakes her head, "Nothing— so you wanted to talk?" She glances at me.

"Ohm yeah."

"About?"

"About what you said the other day before you left."

She sighs, "I'm not gonna lie to you I seriously forgot I told you any of that. I'm sorry, I actually wasn't supposed to tell you at all. It wasn't my place."

"I don't understand, so you were telling the truth?"

"Depends, do you believe me?"

"I'm trying to find reasons on why I shouldn't?"

"Well..."

"Who else knows?" I ask.

"Now, just me and my mom. For your own safety no one else."

I stay silent and think.

"And whether you know it or not and judging by that mark on your neck I'm pretty fucking sure you do; your boyfriend turns into an animal."

"You really don't like them, do you?"

"I don't."

"Why not?"

"I just don't."

"I don't know, I think the complete idea of Jacob, of them. How they can turn into something else, be something else." And it's the truth, I was fascinated by the entirety of who he was; how mystical. I always viewed his wolf as an allegory of who I actually was and how I felt and at that time I was going through.

"How did you meet him?"

"He's Katie's brother." I say.

"You met him through Kaitlyn?"

I bite my tongue, "Sure—where are we going, I have to be somewhere in a little."

"Where? I can drop you off?

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Anyways who knows the next time I'm gonna see my baby cousin in person?"

"I'm sorry we didn't get to do anything while you were here."

She shakes her head, "It's okay, you probably have a lot going on. What's the address?"

I give the address to Jacob's place, I told him I'd be there tonight after work.

"I honestly was just going to take an uber or something."

"It's not out of my way so..."

"So how did the reading go?"

"As well as it could, I wish you would've came with me."

"I know. I just could find a solid reason as to why I should."

"Open the glove compartment." She says.

"Why?"

"Just open it and take out the envelope, it's yours."

I open it and take out a camel folder. "What's in here?" I ask opening the envelope and pour out the contents onto my lap. A document, keys, and a check. I look at the number on the check, "Who's is this?"

"All yours."

"From who?"

"Your dad, he left a lot