All Chapters of Craving Rebecca: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Jacob POV Becca is crashed out on her couch, her hand's folded beside her head, knees bent, and her lips pouty so that she looks too adorable that I take. I can't help but stare and grade my knuckles over her face. Since I knew Becca, she was always one with cold feet. And not the literary one. Cold weather disturbed her a lot.When we were together, she'd always talked about going to live in Florida, open up her restaurant, or a sea bistro. She'd sell the best meals, a lot of crabs, and even one a tuna grill. She was always a sucker for tuna. We discussed it. How we'd finish school in NY, go to Florida together and start a life there. Also, she didn't need to bother about the cold.Back then, I'd also done personal researches. I was like a lovesick teenage boy that found a germ and wanted to treasure it forever. Becca was my everythin

Becca POV You'd think after the intense kiss Jacob and I shared, that he'd grab my hair, wrap my legs around his waist and carry me to bed, just so we could have sex, but he pulled away from me, a bright smile on his face while his hands stroke my jaw softly, lovingly. "You're as beautiful as I remember" he then says and chuckled. Of all the things to say. Jacob. We're interrupted by a knock on my door and then I see a worried Bailey walk into the sitting room. Her head moves from me to Jacob who had my hand in his. "Becca! Are you ok?" She takes the other side of the chair, touching my palm. "Gee, I'm fine. How was your play in the snow?" I ask in the least accusing voice I could muster but I gave myself away. "Come on now...Kai was being too attentive and I didn't want to leave her alone. Also, I knew you were in...good hands"

 BECCA POV The only thing I could remember last night was Jacob, coming to rescue me from the dreaded snow, carrying me to a cabin, and taking my clothes off, after which he wrapped me in a blanket like a breakfast burrito. Now, my head feels a bit heavy, my body is still a bit shaken from the cold and my hair still hasn't lost its dampness. I look through the window, to see there's still a blizzard outside, thankfully, the glass is tightly shut. And I hope we're safe here.I've heard of Blizzard destroying huts and little things in its way. Yet, I feel safer than ever because I'm with Jacob and I know he'd never let anything hurt me.I hear a crackling sound from the other end of the room and I try to lift my head when I notice that I'm still naked. Where's Jacob? Where are my clothes? My brain does a rerun to see if I forgot anything from

BECCA POVJacob takes slow steps toward me, I'm moving my hips slowly to the music, tempting him the more and he had a smirk on his face. Of course he's enjoying this little show I've put up for him. I place my hand behind me on the couch when he kneels in front of me, I'm still moving my hips."This song..." He breathes into my hair and I smile. This song was a secret to a lot of our multiple hardcore sex, it became our favorite song. It was both slow, sensual and daring. The guy's voice in the song usually gave me goosebumps but it increased when Jacob kissed me or touched me."Yes" I hum..."this song" I smile and then sing along with the man "....If you like your coffee hot, let me be your coffee pot. You call the shots babe, I just wanna be yours..." I grin and Jacob chuckles, lowering his head before he raises it again, holding my face to his."You use

 BECCA POV The way to the stairs suddenly feels so far and I can't wait to step into my suite, cry my heart out when I'm done, pack my bags and start heading home with a mindset that my time with Jacob meant nothing. I flinch when his hands caught my arm, making me slap him across his face. Did I regret it? No! He fooled me. He lied to me all this while meanwhile, Claudia was his fiance.But why wasn't it in the news, why didn't I know that he was engaged. He wants to keep it hidden so he sleeps around. The nerve of him!Jacob's face is turned to the left because of the slap I gave him, but when he stares at me again, I see the fury in his eyes. A mixture of anger, confusion, distaste. Would he blame me for slapping him?. He's the idiot who couldn't keep his dick in his pant and I fell for it. For