Uncontrollable
1036 Words
"Jacob, do you mind if we share one room?" Marga pleaded her case.
A woman imploring a man to just let her be with him in a room is something I can't believe, even if it is Jacob Hale himself! I will not go to that level of decency and beg to be noticed by him.
"Snow, how many rooms does this house have?" From nowhere, Jacob inquired.
"Throughout the entire house? I'm not sure, but I believe it's ten or twelve. The workers' room is not included in this calculation, "I responded, still unsure of what I should say.
"And how many are actually in use?" Jacob's questions don't stop.
"Three," I said quickly because there were only three of us in the house. And because he arrived, we now had four people, not including Marga.
"What does that have to do with the fact that we are sharing a room?" Marga inquired, a grimace on her face.
"Nothing. I simply wanted to let you know that we don't have to share because our house is large enough to accommodate you," Jacob explained.
I couldn't help but grin at Jacob's blatant rejection.
'Jacob, we already share a room in my house, so what's the big deal here?'
I waited for Jacob to refute what Marga said, but he didn't respond. As a result, it can only mean one thing: they are actually sharing a room.
"Since you haven't made up your mind, you can use this room," I said, motioning to the room.
"Great, then we'll put this room to use!" Marga eagerly enters the room.
"If you require assistance, please come to my door. It's the end of the corridor, "I stated.
When Marga gave me a nod, I immediately left. Because of the jealousy that had suddenly imprisoned me, I didn't even bother to look at Jacob.
"Scarlett Snow, what exactly is wrong with you?! Don't tell me you're envious of them." I let out a roar.
"This mate bond is a sham! I mean, what kind of insanity is this?! Is Jacob truly my mate? My brother! I'll be even delighted if you give me the insignificant in the pack; at the very least, it won't be an issue!" As soon as I walked into the room, I started complaining to myself.
I walked around my bedroom for a few minutes before deciding to get dressed when someone knocked on my door. Because I assumed it was my younger brother, I did not bother to finish dressing and simply wrapped a towel around my body.
"What exactly do you want, kid?" I inquired despite the fact that I had not seen my youngest brother because I had turned my back on the door.
"Hmm, is this how you greet your brother?" Jacob points out a reason for me to come to a halt on my walk.
I'm not sure whether I'll confront him or flee to the bathroom in embarrassment.
"Scarlett, you don't need to do this because my wolf is already crazy with you," Jacob said, clenching his fist.
"What exactly are you saying? I thought Kurt was knocking, and I'm not expecting you to show here because your girlfriend is smitten with you, "I replied and immediately changed into my oversized T-shirt.
"I don't fancy Marga, so don't think inappropriate between the two of us," Jacob says as he advances toward me.
"Yeah, right. Anyway, what brought you into my room?" The question came out of my mouth as I tried to calm myself down since Jacob was only a few inches away from me, and I could nearly feel the heat of his body and smell the scent of his perfume.
"What, you don't want to talk about me becoming your mate?" Jacob whispered as he took my shoulder in his hands and turned me to face him.
"No, because I am unable to accept it. That's because you're my brother, and I don't want to change that!" While averting his sight, I said firmly.
"So you're going to reject me as your mate?" Because of the dread I felt at Jacob's voice; I was unable to respond appropriately. I could feel his hold on my shoulder harder, indicating that he disagreed with my statement.
"Jacob, we shouldn't be talking about this since we're siblings," I say, realizing that I am unable to answer his question openly.
"We're not related at all!" Jacob corrected my statement and looked me in the eyes as he caressed my chin.
"What exactly are you doing, Jacob? Even if we are not biologically related, we are still siblings because your father married my mother. "I averted my gaze to go away from his face, which was so close that I could almost smell the mouthwash he was using.
"I disagree, as Kurt said earlier. We don't share a last name because our parents want us to end up together." Jacob's lips were pursed in a wicked grin.
"You're mistaken; I just didn't agree because I want to take my father's last name because I'm his only kid," I explained. I couldn't do anything but stare at Jacob's face because he had already stopped my face from moving farther.
"Hmm, well done, Scarlett," Jacob muttered as he carefully moved his face closer to mine.
I knew Jacob would kiss me, but I couldn't stop myself from staring at him as if I were expecting to taste his lips.
"Scarlett Snow! Mom has requested to speak with you!" Kurt yells while simultaneously knocking on the door.
"Damn this kid," Jacob muttered as he shifted his gaze away from me.
(Oh my God, what am I supposed to do?) I mutter to myself while gripping my chest and attempting to calm down.
"Can you tell me what you want, Kurt?" As soon as Jacob walked in the door, he exclaimed.
"Oh, big brother! What brings you here? I'm sorry, but Mom wants Snow in the kitchen, "Kurt explained and cut off Jacob, who was blocking the door.
"OK, I'm coming," I said hastily, hurrying out of my room.
"Scarlett, we haven't finished talking yet," Jacob said in hushed tones as I passed in front of him.
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