Amelia groaned as she woke up the next morning at the sound of a ringing phone. Her ears tried to block the sound out, but, she was having no such luck. She rolled over onto the other side of the bed to emptiness. There was nothing but crumpled sheets and an askew pillow. And then she heard noises from the bathroom and she realised what had happened the previous night. She picked the ringing phone up as her hand moved to her neck and rubbed up and down before the woman spoke down the phone to her.
"This is your wake up call, Mrs Jones," she was informed and Amelia grunted something incoherent in response before she hung up the phone and laid back down, her hand resting on her forehead as she did so.
"Morning," Jackson mumbled as he left the bathroom and saw her still in the bed. She looked up to him as he wore his simple black jacket over his green shirt and his black pants. Amelia sat up, pulling the cover up with her as the two of them stared at each other.
"Good morning," she spoke lightly back to him and Jackson coughed, walking around the room and pushing his clothes into his bag, wondering whether or not he should speak about their activities the previous night. No, he would let her make the first move. That's if she would.
Yet, Amelia was thinking the same as he was. She'd wait for him to talk about it. She had a feeling that he wouldn't though. The more she thought about it then the more she hated herself for doing it. He was the man who had tried to manipulate her into having her brother killed. He'd used her and had been willing to hurt her family. But she'd slept with him. She'd slept with him and now she was regretting it. Morally, she felt sick. When she looked at him she felt something different.
"Last night," Amelia blurted out quickly. "It was a mistake."
Jackson remained stood where he was, his back to her. He knew that was coming. He had a feeling that she would tell him that she regretted it. She'd feel guilty and say how she never wanted it to happen again. He didn't know why he had gone along with it. He was only a male and she was stood there in a tower. He knew there was something different. He just didn't want to admit to anything.
"I had a feeling that you'd say that," Jackson informed her and she stood up, dragging the sheet along with her as she continued to look at him.
"Didn't it mean...well...don't you think that it was a mistake?" she asked him and he shrugged nonchalantly. He couldn't get involved. He'd already been too involved the previous night.
"I don't think anything about it," Jackson told her. "It's in the past and if you regret it then fair enough. It won't happen again."
"That's not what I asked," Amelia snapped at him. "You didn't think anything about it?"
"What do you want me to say?" Jackson wondered from her, packing his bag whilst she stood, holding the sheet until her knuckled turned white and her face reddened with anger. Jackson also noted the way her neck turned red too. It happened when she was stressed. He had to keep telling himself not to look at her and notice things about her. He was losing sight on what was important and that was keeping himself alive. Not worrying about what Amelia was thinking.
"Do you want me to tell you that you were the best I've ever had?" Jackson barked at her and she remained silent, her lips parted as she gasped in disbelief. "Do you want me to tell you how I've fallen for you? Or how I want no one else but you?"
"No!" Amelia replied quickly. "I don't care because it doesn't mean anything to me, Jackson."
"So why do you want to know what it means to me?" Jackson snapped back at her. "If you're looking for someone to love you and tell you how wonderful you are then you've come to the wrong place, Amelia. It was just sex. You offered yourself and I didn't say no," Jackson spoke, the harshness in his voice uncalled for but necessary. She couldn't get to him.
"I don't care," Amelia hissed back, stomping her foot like a petulant child. "You're the man who has done nothing but ruin my life! You know that, don't you?"
"Yet you couldn't wait to get into bed with me last night. Tell me how that happens?" Jackson asked her, the sarcasm returning in his voice as Amelia shook her head quickly. "I can't work you out, Amelia. You know that it was nothing to me. There was no emotional connection."
"Same for me," she said, jutting her chin out in stubbornness. "In fact, I've had better," she said, knowing that she was being immature but not caring in the slightest. He rolled his eyes at hearing her, going into his bag and checking that his ticket and passport was there.
"Well, I doubt that," Jackson mumbled back to her and she shook her head.
"Why don't you just go?" Amelia snapped at him, almost looking like she was on the verge of tears. "You've said it yourself. You don't care for me so just go! Leave me alone!"
"You know what?" Jackson drawled out, tired of arguing with her over anything. "I might just do that."
"Do it!" Amelia snapped. "Go off to Australia, Jackson. You don't want to be here and I don't...I can't do this anymore...so just go...leave me alone..."
"Whatever you say," Jackson said lowly with a shake of his head. "We're done, Amelia. You want something which I can't be and I don't need your emotional state ruining my life."
"Go!" Amelia snapped at him, grabbing onto a pillow and throwing it at him whilst he remained quiet and glaring over at her. "Just go!"
"I'm going," Jackson responded. "I'm off."
"Good," Amelia huffed as she watched him walk out and slam the door on her. She sat back down on the bed and took a deep breath, urging herself to remain calm.
Jackson sat in the departure lounge his mind calm and quiet as he watched the people move around him. He'd left Amelia. He'd gone and left her. He knew that it had been inevitable. She couldn't tag along with him forever. He had to get rid of her and hopefully the firm would give her a chance to talk. Hopefully she'd manage to get home alive. But, she couldn't stay with him. He didn't have partners.
It was only as he stood at the boarding gate did he realise that he was wrong. She wouldn't survive without him and he couldn't...he couldn't let go. He swore to himself as he pushed people out of his way and moved back out of the departure lounge people watching him with intrigue as he began to run back to the hotel which they had stayed at. She couldn't have gone. He'd say sorry. He'd say that last night was...well...he supposed it was like nothing which he'd experience before. He just didn't want to hurt her. And being with him was a one way ticket to that emotion.
"Excuse me, miss," Jackson spoke when he reached the reception and the brunette looked up to him. "My wife and I had a room last night. Room twenty three."
"Oh, Mrs Jones," the woman clicked her fingers. "She checked out this morning after you'd left sir. She said that her brother was going to take her to the airport."
"Brother?" Jackson arched a brow and the woman nodded, wondering what happened between this man and his wife.
"Yes. He was tall and blonde. He seemed pleasant. Your wife did look quite upset though," the woman informed him. "Is everything okay, sir?"
"Yes," he lied, "everything is fine."
Jackson quickly turned away from her and moved out onto the street, the noise of planes taking off and landing filling his head as he thought about Amelia. He was too late for her. They'd taken her and he didn't know how to get her back.
A/N: So just as Jackson realises he cares, he loses her. So thank you to LivinJgrl123, Draegan88, esolo and trudes193 for reviewing the past few chapters! Let me know what you all think!