Chapter 5: The Breaking

I was hearing the knock of the front door. I went to peek at the peephole and it was Jonathan. Damn it! I was not prepared to see him now. I don't want to say anything so I was creeping out to the bedroom when he was shouting behind the door.

"Emily, open up!"

I was ignoring him before I was creeping into my bedroom as I was slowly closing the door. I don't think that he would be coming here because I have locked all the doors and windows. I was safe for now.

But my safety was short-lived as I was looking at Jonathan who was sitting outside the balcony. He was looking at me murderously right now. I was shaking my head when he was rattling the handle.

"Emily," he said calmly, "open the door. Now!" He said as he was trying the handle again as I was shaking my head at him. His orange eyes were there now.

I think I have provoked him now.

"Emily, open this door before I fucking break it," he barked at me as I was shaking my head. Jonathan sighed before he was kicking the door and I was shrieking to the floor, closing my ears as the glass was shattering everywhere.

"Well, that was easy," Jonathan said as he was walking over the broken glass. I scoffed at him as. I was putting my hands on my hips.

"Now look what you have done! I cannot pay that now!" I said as I was glaring at him before I was conscious that Jonathan was moving toward me with his orange eyes trained on me. I gulped as I was moving backward before my back was hitting the wall and I was trapped inside his arms.

"Jonathan…" I said as I was looking at him before I was gulping.

"Will you hurt me?" I asked as I was looking at him before Jonathan was tilting his head to the side. He smirked at me.

"And why would you think that, Emily?" He asked with all the huskiness in his voice. I don't know how he was doing it but it got me wet instantly. What was happening here?!

"Because you broke into my house?" I said as I was looking at his orange eyes. I never paid attention to this kind of color before. The only time that I saw was when I was 12 years old, that young boy who promised me that he will come after me that kept me wondering when.

But now I know that he was here all along.

I was silent when Jonathan and I were staring at each other. I gulped before he was moving closer.

"So, what will you say now? I keep my promise from 13 years ago," Jonathan said as he was breathing down my face. His hot breaths were hitting me and I smelled a hint of cinnamon. I licked my lower lips as Jonathan growled.

"Don't tempt me when I was not stable, Emily," he growled as I was looking at his orange eyes. I was searching for Jonathan that I know as I was looking at him right now. There was none but the young boy from 13 years ago who was not young anymore.

No, he was a hot-blooded male that was inches from me.

I gulped before I sighed. I was looking at his chest and imagined how my fingers would feel on his naked body. The images from the forest were coming into my mind as I blushed furiously and my core was getting wetter from the image alone.

"If I read you correctly, Emily, I think you want me to kiss you," Jonathan whispered as I was leaning closer to him. Should I give in? Or should I resist? I know that Jonathan was the young boy and I did swear that I will kill the fox shifters if I ever came across one. But right now, I don't have the strength.

"So, what will it be? Kiss you? Or leave you hanging of not knowing what will happen if I ever kiss you," Jonathan said as I was biting my lower lips. I was looking into his orange eyes before his intense stare was on me.

"Tell me what you want Emily," he said as I was gulping.

"You. I want you to kiss me," I said bluntly before Jonathan smirked at me.

"As you please," he said before he was snaking his arm around my waist and I was putting my hands on his chest. I sighed at the contact as I was inhaling his scent. It was cinnamon and vanilla. Sweet.

I was angling my lips to him as Jonathan was kissing me. It was soft as I remember. His lips were warm and soft as he was kissing me like an innocent boy before he moved and he was licking my lower lips.

He wetted my lips and I cannot help but groan at the gesture. Jonathan took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside my mouth and tasted me. He tasted cinnamon and I was snaking my hands to grip his nape. I was pulling him closer as he was pushing me to the walls. I was sucking on his tongue before he was groaning.

"God, you're taste divine," he said before he was kissing me again. I was sucking on his lower lips before I was pulling him closer. Jonathan was moving his hips to mine as I can sense his hardness was pressing to my stomach. I moaned before he was kissing my jaws and throat.

"You're mine, Emily. Say that you will marry me," he whispered as he was kissing my earlobe before nipping it. I groaned as I was nodding at him. His lips were my torture device.

"Say it,"

"I'm yours," I said as I was moving to grip his collar before he was pushing my blouse as he unbuttoned the top three buttons. He was groaning before he was kissing my shoulder blade.

"I cannot wait for you to be mine, completely mine, forever," he said before he was kissing the top of my breasts before something was being slipped into my finger on the left hand.

I felt the metal before Jonathan was off me. He was smiling before he kissed me on the lips again as he pulled my lower lips.

"I see you tomorrow at the city hall, love. Don't be late, 10 AM sharp," he said before I was being dizzy by his kisses. I did not know that I had agreed to marry him before Jonathan was sleeping me onto the bed before he kissed my forehead.

"Tomorrow, you will be moving into our house," he said as my eyes were closing on itself. I was closing my eyes as I saw Jonathan's orange eyes as he was smiling at me.

"Sweet dreams love. Dream of me," he said as I was in the abyss.

It was weird really when I was waking up and I was looking at the ceiling before I was sitting up from the bed. I was looking around before I was settling on the person that was standing in front of the balcony that was broken down last night.

Jonathan was waiting for me the whole night?

I cleared my throat before Jonathan was turning to look at me. I looked into his eyes as it was not orange but brown. I was feeling the metal on my finger as I was looking at the engagement ring. It was an amber engagement ring that reminds me of Jonathan's eyes when he was being controlled by his fox. I gulped before I was getting out of the bed.

"Are you ready to leave? It was almost 10 AM but we have to get you for some breakfast before—"

"I want to call off the engagement," I said before Jonathan was scowling at me.

"And what makes you think I will allow it?" Jonathan asked me as I was standing my ground. He was coming at me but I held my head high.

"Because I did not consent," I said as his eyes were coming close to be orange again. Then he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. When he opened it, it was brown again. I think I have stroke a nerve with this guy, I thought as I was ready for this battle of my future.