Blake’s POV
Em looks stunted by my way of getting her to back off from what she saw at the hospital. I know she’s not going to drop this, and this would make her forget about it, at least for now.
I’m actually in no position to even swing a punch, but I need a distraction as well. I need her to back off from this shit going on with her stepfather.
“Hit me” I yell at her.
“No, I said I’m going to shower. What are you trying to do?” I swing my fist towards her again and she ducks again, barely, but my fist swing past her cheek.
“Stop it, Blake,” she yells, tears rolling down her cheeks.
“Why? Didn’t you want to learn how to defeat yourself? Come, Em, show me what you got.”
“You’re being a jackass now.” She threw the gloves on the floor and walked to the bathroom. I want to follow her, but I just made her angrier than she was.
I ordered takeout and waited on the stairs for the delivery guy.
I run my hand through my hair and cursed a few times at myself for letting this go so far. I have to tell her the truth before she gets hurt, or I have to get her ready for the day her stepfather makes good on his promises.
“I’m done. You want me to wait for the takeout while you take a shower?” Emily asked behind me. Her hair dripping on the floor and her beautiful face were clean from the crying and make-up.
“Em...”
“Your order, sir!” the delivery guy interrupted me when I was about to tell her the truth.
“Thank you,” I said and tipped the mother fucker who can’t keep his eyes off Emily.
“What did you want to say?” she asked, taking the pizza box from me.
“Nothing, I just wanted to say I’m sorry.” I lied, but clearly, she believes me with that smile on her face.
“I’m sorry as well. I didn’t mean to go off like that. I just want to know what got you so rattled that you left me in a hotel room with a note saying you’re doing it to protect me.” I kept quiet, taking plates out of the cupboard.
Where do I even start? How do I even tell her that her stepfather is not going to rest until she pays him every cent for her mother’s funeral and the house he lost?
He made it clear whether I choose to pay for it, or he makes her pay for it by beating the shit out of her, and he will not stop until she is dead.
Some life she had. I would’ve thought that when her mother died, he would stop targeting her, but she refused to pay for his house, and the little money she had, she had to use for her studies. She was in no position to pay for a funeral.
“Blake?” she calls, making me snap out of my thoughts.
“Em, I’m a boxer. I will always have enemies. My mother was and is a drug addict. She owes people money, and it won’t be long before they come knocking on my door for that money. How will I keep you safe from shit like that?” I turned the blame back to me, trying to spin her a bullshit story about my mother being an addict and that will put her in harm. Where, in fact, I’m trying to protect her from her fucking evil stepfather.
That guy made it clear that I have until the end of the week to pay for her stepfather’s apartment and his drug use or he will come after Emily, and I know if I tell her that, she will go ballistic and try to take him on again.
“I can handle that. My mother was an addict for years. My stepfather as well. He still is. We had people constantly knocking on our door demanding money, my mother had to pay them with sex, and my stepfather made her do it.
“A few times I almost had to pay the price for their drug use, but my mother always insisted that she would do it, so Blake, I had my fair share of people trying to use me, but I have you now, and we can handle anything coming our way.” she shoved the plate to the side and climb on top of my lap.
I want to tell her that her mother is not here to bail her out this time, and if I don’t come up with the money by the end of the Week, she will pay the price, and God forbid I will go to jail for killing all of them if they do anything to hurt her.
“Look at me, please.” She pulled my chin up to look at her. My arms locked around her back.
“I need that shower now,” I said, trying to avoid the conversation and the hurt I see in her eyes.
Emily’s POV
“Sorry,” I let out, grabbing the shower gel and squeezing it all over his body. My hands rubbed the shower gel into his body. I closed my eyes, trying to relax, trying to understand why this broken man keeps shutting down on me.
Blake keeps his hands on me. None of us said a word. I can’t decide what’s worse, the silence or the fact that my entire body is shivering with Blake’s hands on my body, even though the water is extremely hot.
“You can never leave me,” Blake whispered while my back was against his stomach. His hands moved to the front of my legs, pulling me closer. I hiss as I notice how hard he is.
“Why would I leave?” his hands move up to my breast as he massages the soap into my body. He leans his head closer to my neck, breathing in and out, leaving my entire body with goosebumps.
“Because everyone always leaves.” I can hear the pain in his voice, and knowing Blake, I would say that the entire time he was quiet, the scenes played over and over his head. His mother was in an addictive home, and his father raised him to be a heartless jackass.
“I’m not going anywhere unless you want me to.” he doesn’t respond, instead he placed his lips against my neck. Moving my wet hair out of the way, kissing me from my neck down my rear until he reaches my buttocks. I hate seeing Blake being a total jackass all the time, well most of the time, but seeing him so scared makes my heart pain. He has so much shit going on inside him that it terrifies me. I promised I will be his saviour if only he would allow me to be.
“Tell me what you’re thinking?” he said, still trailing kisses up and down my body.
“Why are you so scared?” I whispered as the water runs over my face.
“You so sexy.”
“Why do you always change the subject, just tell me please?.” he pushed me against the tiles picking up my one leg, sliding his length inside me, I gasp for air as he moves up and down, the water trembling down our joined naked bodies.
He locked his eyes on mine as he moves in and out, still holding my leg up. I latched my hands around his neck to keep my balance. Every cell in my body is weakening as he keeps the pace. My knees shaking and Blake’s body pressing me further up the tiles as he goes faster and deeper.
“Did you hear me, Em? You can never leave me. I won’t let you.” I don’t know if the words frighten me or make me love him more.
I went with love. After all, I don’t want to go anywhere. I want to be his forever.
“I won’t, I promise,” I said while leaning into his neck.
“I’m close,” I whispered as my moans get louder and Blake’s breathing became heavier. I pulled his hair as he moves even faster, having me scream his name as I feel my body stiffen. He grabs both my hands, holding them above my head against the tiles.
“I love you more than I could ever love anyone. I need you to know that.” his eyes staring right into mine, he slowed down as he still moves in and out of me, my breathing unsteady as we both try to catch our breath.
I kept my eyes on him as He released my hands and placed me back on the shower floor. Not saying another word after he confessed his love for me.
I wanted to say I love you 2, but he stopped before I could.
I watch him as he steps out of the shower, leaving me inside while the now cold water runs over my body. I can’t make out what just happened. He handed me a towel as I step out of the shower. The silence dripped from the walls.