FATAL TROUBLE (REVERSE HAREM)

Part 39

Your brain was storming with so many thoughts and questions, but you chose to stay quiet and let your mind to shut down and your exhaustion to take over your body, secured in Jay's embrace. The world is full of chaos but right now the thoughts inside your mind is more chaotic.

Jay waited for a while until you fell asleep. He started to rub your back in slow and comforting circles, removing your hair away to reveal the neck. He wiped his fingers with the tissues and threw them in the bin and pressing his phone pressed to his ears, the voices he could hear and nodding his head to them, his fingers trailed up to those marks. The different shades of red and purple decorating your skin. You are marked. Marked by them. By them. They are the reasons why you look like you are owned by someone. The corner of his lips rose, tracing the marks, sending a tickling effect to you. You shifted in his embrace, quickly he adjusted you on his lap and held a bit tighter.

Placing your head in a more comfortable position on his shoulder and he started to hear the serious conversation on the other side of the call.

"Tell that scumbag to ask less questions and be in action more." Jay whispered into call, gritting his teeth but quickly he looked down at you, and he placed a kiss on top of your head. "I don't want to speak more...if she wakes up because of me trying to explain your worms then I am going to put you all to sleep forever."

He stayed in the same place, and then busying himself on the phone, and he didn't even move a little so that you could sleep peacefully.

The soft noon light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. You stirred awake slowly, nestled in Jay's embrace. His arm was heavy around your waist, holding you close as though even in his sleep, he refused to let you go. His breath was steady against the back of your neck, a comforting rhythm that contrasted the tumult of emotions building in your chest.

The memories of the earlier in the morning flooded your mind. It wasn't just the fever that had made you vulnerable, but the way Jay had cared for you—his protectiveness, his insistence that you let him handle everything. It had felt reassuring at first, but as things escalated, you'd felt the shift. He was gentle but commanding, and you hadn't been able to resist him.

Now, with the clarity of morning, guilt gnawed at you. You didn't know if it was guilt for allowing yourself to be so vulnerable or fear of how easily you'd fallen under his control. You shifted slightly, trying to pull yourself free without waking him, but Jay's arm tightened immediately.

"Where do you think you're going, sweetheart?" His voice was low, still heavy with sleep, but it carried that unmistakable edge of authority.

You froze, your heart pounding. "I—"

He moved then, propping himself straight against the headboard, his gaze sharp despite the grogginess in his expression. His dark eyes locked onto yours, and the weight of his attention made it impossible to look away.

"Why do you look so guilty, Ella?" he asked, his voice calm but laced with curiosity.

"I'm... I'm not," you stammered, the words sounding unconvincing even to your own ears.

Jay's brows furrowed, and he reached out, cupping your chin with his hand. "Don't lie to me." His voice was firmer now, but his touch was gentle as he tilted your face up to meet his gaze. "I didn't taught you to lie."

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, and you swallowed hard, trying to steady your voice. "I just... I didn't mean for earlier to happen. I wasn't thinking clearly."

His thumb brushed over your cheek, wiping away a tear before it could fall. "You're overthinking," he murmured, his tone softening slightly. "You weren't feeling well, and I took care of you. That's all. Don't make it more complicated than it is."