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Master was still fast asleep when I had woken up early the next morning. It was a strange occurrence to say the least; half of him was on top of me while the other just did it's own thing. He lay his head on my shoulder, his unruly hair tickling my jaw. The rise and fall of his body felt so right just because it matched mine, heck, it felt so right that I didn't even mind the fact that he was borderline crushing me with his weight. Was it bad that I knew I shouldn't have let anything like this happen and yet I felt no regrets? It must've been the way his strong, muscular leg found its way between mine or the fact that he wore nothing but boxers, how on earth could that have felt so good??? He had been fully dressed when I had unceremoniously burst into his room with tears in my eyes because I had watched a scary movie (but he didn't need to know that.) He had still been fully dressed when he awkwardly told me to lay down with him so waking up under a half naked man was quite the experience...
He slowly moved his big hand across my belly to my side and pulled me closer in his sleep, bringing me out of my daydream. My eyes drifted to his face to check if he was awake. He wasn't but I was so lost when I saw his facial expression, a small frown put slight wrinkles on his forehead, his lips in a heart wrenching pout with his eyebrows drawn together. He had kissed me with those lips... I blushed at my own thoughts and looked away as if he could see that I had been staring at him. He's still a bad man, you're making this too easy, Jamaica... He killed Amelia right in front of you. But then again he seems remorseful, right? Ready to give change a try - I was in his arms, after all. Where had all this damn lenience come from!? I bit my lip in frustration. Why couldn't he just look like a naked mole rat instead!? Hating him would've been so much easier if he didn't have such drastically attractive features; perfectly straight, white teeth, a chiseled jaw that could've been hand carved by the Almighty himself, a slightly crooked nose, eyes so captivating it was sinful...
He traced the tip of his nose against my neck, mumbling incoherent words of some ancient language I'd only heard him speak a few times. Butterflies flocked the pit of my stomach as the heat of his caresses travelled lower.
"I'm just hormonal", I told myself in sad attempt to keep my body in check. It wasn't even the natural order of things. Humans mustn't be attracted to demon spawn. Oh but I was... Where was the point in denying it? I can't lie to myself.
I sighed silently as I tried to shove him off me and go talk to Amber about my not so forgotten problem with her choice of movies. It was such a dumb thing to go crying to my master about. I was traumatised, still was, but upon reflection, I could've recovered by myself or with Amber herself. She was the one who got me into this mess anyways. Pathetic. That's what this whole situation was.
I slowly placed one hand over his wrist with the intention of getting him to let go of my waist. My hand had barely touched his when I suddenly found myself with my hands above my head and him straddling me in a lazy but effective effort to keep me still.
"What are you doing?" He mumbled, only half awake. I should have known he'd wake up. Sort of...
"I was trying to get out of bed but I didn't want to wake you up, master..." I mumbled shakily. He was so... icy when he was awake, I had almost forgotten that he could be like that because I found it hard to believe that the man who'd comforted me last night and the man who had whipped me like a dog were the same man. And yet I still found the bastard attractive... Tsk tsk tsk...
Master's eyes searched mine for a few moments as if looking for the truth in them before letting go of my wrists and laying down beside me.
"You're a strange girl, Jamaica." He sighed as he used both his palms to sleepily rub his face. Well, what do I say to that? "Thank you, I think you're strange too..."??? Choosing to say nothing in order to avoid a situation where I say the wrong thing, I sat up and turned to him.
"I need to go." I mumbled before rushing out of there before things got any more awkward than they already were.
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"Jamaica!" Amber screeched as she stood in the doorway to the kitchen. "Christ, I thought you ran away or some messed up shit." She seemed relieved to see me because she ran up to me and gave me a tight hug completely unfazed by the fact that I was covered in flour and so would she. "Why did you just run off like that?" I knew she would be concerned...
"I was... alone." Lies. "Because I was... disturbed by that movie, it made me freak out a little..." At least that part was true.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry... I just got so caught up in the moment that I wasn't really thinking about that kind of thing." She held me at arm's length as she stared straight into my eyes. I couldn't be mad at my only friend. I was irritated by the fact that I was so quick to run to my master but that wasn't aimed at her. It was aimed at myself...
"Its okay... I'm better now, I promise. Maybe we can even try watch the comedies later..." I smiled, unsure of whether I was even allowed to watch the movies in the first place. Amber's face fell.
"Listen, Jay... I gotta go back or else my boss is gonna have my ass. I'm so sorry, I wanted to tell you yesterday but you seemed shaken up then I wanted to tell you after the movie but you disappeared and now that I've told you you're looking at me like that" she said, putting her slender fingers to her forehead as if shielding herself from my emotions. "Jay...?" She continued, her hand now moving from her forehead to my shoulder once again.
"Its okay... I'll be okay..." I didn't hide the disappointment from my voice. I couldn't be bothered to.
"Don't be like this... Hey, maybe I'll get drunk as a skunk in the middle of nowhere again and drunk text Dimitri so he brings me here..." She joked, laughing a little as she spoke.
"That's not funny, Amber..." I mumbled with my head hung low. "Its dangerous." The lump in my throat had made breathing significantly difficult and it made my voice break when I spoke.
"Girl, please... I have pepper spray." She smiled again. Her attempts to lighten the mood weren't working at all.
"Still not funny..." I sighed, tears blurring my vision as I looked up at Amber. "I'll miss you." Those dumb tears flowed freely now, one after the other like a stupid waterfall. I reached out and hugged her tightly not caring that my wild hair was probably in her face.
"I'll come visit whenever I can, Jay. I promise." She reassured, her voice sounded muffled.
"Don't forget me." I sniffled hopelessly.
"You're such a baby... I'd never forget a babe like you." She chuckled lightly.
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Amber had been gone for a few days before master actually spoke to me again. Well, I spoke to him first but that didn't matter.
"Are you avoiding me because I did something bad, master?" I asked as he carelessly tossed his car keys on the kitchen counter one evening. He stopped dead in his tracks and slowly looked up from the floor to meet my uneasy gaze from across the room. He sighed, tightly shutting his eyes and then opening them as if I would dissappear when he reopened them and he wouldn't have to deal with me. I'm not going anywhere, sir!!!
"And what if I just don't want to see you?" He mumbled only loud enough for me to hear. I was offended by his words. I shouldn't have been but I was. What did you expect from a monster? He kissed you and now he's done with you, why are you even hurting when its all you own fault?
"Why? I've been good and-"
"Because things are fucking complicated now, Jamaica! Don't you get it?!" He snapped causing me to flinch and take a step back. My heart was pounding in my throat. I should have known... Master saw this and took a deep breath to calm down and started walking towards me in long, confident strides, his eyes never leaving mine.
"For fuck's sake, Jamaica. Relax, I'm not going to hurt you." He sighed. I think you already have, you bum! He was right in front of me now, towering over me. I stood frozen with my hands to my sides, eyes struggling to maintain contact with his now that he was so close to me. He touched his palms to my cheeks.
"I'm avoiding you because I'm trying not to take you to bed and have my way with you... Then I'd really hurt you." He whispered against my lips before releasing me and heading upstairs.
"But I wasn't supposed to help you by becoming romantic with you!" I yelled with a lump in my throat once he was a safe distance away causing him to turn around and smirk his stupid sexy smirk.
"Who said fucking me isn't helping me and who said it would be romantic?" His eyes had lit up in a certain way that I wasn't sure I quite liked. Dear, Lord... What have I done?

Hey, guys... I know this update is hella late but I was so busy doing other things... like taking care of my new baby brother 😆😆😆 there is a massive age gap between us but oh hwell... Then I had to put my phone away coz people were constantly visiting us and then I'd be too tired after they left to think about Dimitri and Jamaica and how they're ruining their own lives... You get the gist... I'm so sorry for keeping you guys waiting but here it is 😇😇😇