CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR: TRAPPED

\-JAMIE- 

Bella has something going on in her head, and from the looks of it, she wasn't going to speak about it anytime soon. She claims she and Artemis are playing a game of cards for a heiress title, but I could tell that there was more to it. 

I exhaled, the scent of ginseng tea rolling up in my throat. I had become one of their fans overnight; Bella had sent them in stocks and had made me drink them whenever she was present. 

"Does she really love me?" I couldn't help but question myself. She had drugged me just to take advantage of me; was that how she showed affection? This was getting pretty much worse every time I thought about it. 

The door creaked open, whimpers crashing in. I hadn't ordered anything, and Bella had promised to be here by morning. Had some crazy couple decide to pull up in my suit?

My feet took the task, my head held up along with my gaze as I walked towards the door. The whimpers kept coming, thuds blowing up as the door shut close. I paid attention to the passageway, ready to dodge or attack on demand. 

Artemis?

I gazed at the young lady in a black jumpsuit who was holding onto the floor like her life depended on it. 

"What are you doing in my room, Artemis?" I said, holding up a stern face. 

She raised her head, staring like she had never seen me before. A smile formed on her face as she stared at me. She seemed drunk, more like she had been hit by a couple shots of cocktail. 

"Jamie?" she muttered.

"Aren't you supposed to be with Alexander in the Hall?" I shifted a bit, assessing her body. 

"Alexander left to get a drink. I... I need sleep." She rose from the floor, grabbing the wall next to her. 

"How much did you drink tonight?" I asked. 

She glared at me, her eyes lingering on my chest. I had gotten rid of my suit immediately. I got in; the heat was killing me, and I needed to get some air.

"You don't care about that, do you?" 

I really didn't care, but I had to know so I would know my approach. If she was highly drunk, then I'd have to get all harmful objects away from her, tuck her in bed, and run away before she can rage and slam my head into the wall. 

"You can come in." I hopped back in. 

She walked in, jumping onto the bed with fatigue written all over her. 

She was still conscious enough to hear my words and reply; I could confess and hear what she thought of me. That way I'll be able to know if I'm good enough for her or if she truly loves Jamie. 

"Artemis, do you love Alexander?" I sat beside her, staring at her cute face as she romanced the bed. 

"I love Alexander; he's better than you, less icy, and knows how to treat a woman." She blurted out. 

My mind became a mix of anger and pain. It hurt to be called an inferior next to Alexander; his status is higher than mine, but he has no words to say when it comes to Artemis. Is that a better man?

"You know, you look quite handsome tonight." My ears fumbled on her words. 

Did she just say I look handsome? 

I tilted my head, our gaze meeting. She had taken a sitting position, her jumpsuit missing. I leaned backwards, hitting myself in the face as I tried to bring myself out of my fantasy. 

It was no fantasy; she was right before me in her fullness. I couldn't help but stare at her bosom, which complemented her thick body. Her hair suddenly let loose, falling onto her shoulder. 

"Artemis?" I muttered, dumbfounded by her action.

Her hand moved, caressing my chest. "I've missed you, Jamie."

If this was a dream, then I didn't want to wake up. Artemis claiming she missed me was like my goals achieving themselves in minutes. 

She leaned forward, closing the gap between us. She didn't look like the scared little girl I had placed underneath me five years back; she was grown, ferocious, and would command the situation if given the chance. 

My eyes widened as her lips met with mine, her body pressed on mine. At this point I knew she wasn't going to stop at one. 

I sat, my breath short and hazy. She had searched my mouth like she had been wanting it forever. Did she really miss me? 

"Jamie." She whispered in my ear. Her hand down below, caressing my monster, who nudged with each movement. 

"Artemis." I resisted, but she shut me up, pushing me to the bed. I tried to stand, but she was right on top. Her hands moved along her pink straps, her fingers running over them as she tried to set herself free. 

This was wrong. I couldn't take advantage of her drunken state; she'd hate me more if she found out we went intimate. I had to stop this. 

Her straps were gone, and she was pressing down on me, her hand over my flap. "What would it take to make you mine again? “The intense heat between us is driving me crazy. 

"Make me yours again, Jamie," she moaned in my ears, her hands exploring my hair. The scent of roses flooding my nose as she planted another kiss on my lips. 

I kissed her back, taking her tongue in as I explored her mouth. She moaned, her hand clutching my back as she made slow movements on me. I was losing it, drawn to her sexy body. 

"Show me how you make Bella moan. Show me why Bella is much better than me." She curled, unzipping my flap. I could feel her hands on the bands of my underwear as my monster nudged her to reveal his presence. 

If she releases my monster, that's the end of self-control for me. What should I do?