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A/N : My apologies! So sorry for the delay. I can't say how much I'm feeling guilty to you guys by not updating. I'm very sorry. So many things happened the last 4 months. I was taking long break from work by travelling Europe for 2 months. And when I got back from my trips, I got caught up with my work that I really didn't have time to update.

But that's gonna change I promise you. Why? Because I've quit my job lol. Yeah, I was never happy with my job. I feel stressed and miserable. I was not myself for 3 years I've been working there. My trip to Europe makes me realised one thing in my life. I haven't been fully living and be free. So I got to do what's right for me and that means quitting my job. Even when they offer me promotion, I had declined.

I'll soon be an unemployed person with little to no knowledge about business. Yeah, I've decided to open up my own business. I had nothing on paper right now just ideas. And it's all about food. Lol. So yeah, I'm gonna try open up a food business. What kind of food business? That I haven't decided.

So good news for you guys, I'm gonna have more time finishing this fic. And I know you guys must be so excited on this latest chapter. As always, please reviews. Your reviews is the only thing that kept me writing knowing that I got to finish this for you.

Anyway thanks for all your wonderful reviews, follows & favorites. Now, some reviews replies:

girl black20: Thank you for the wish. Lol, of course. I wouldn't even dream of hurting Jacob. He's just too darling for that. I promise Jacob will live happy for the rest of his live in this story.

jessa76: Oh hun, why were you in the hospital? Are you okay now hun? I feel bad I didn't reply to you earlier ;( Waiting for your reply. I really hope that you're alright.

AcroDancer13: Oh hun, thank you so much! You gave me my 100th review! That's a big number lol! And thank you for the lovely reviews you gave. I'm so honoured to be reading that. This is the only stories that I really thought a lot about the growth of the characters. I want people to have that emotional connection with Jacob not just for the stories. BTW, for this chapter I have found helped from my friend to help me proofread it. I really appreciate your offer hun. But this chapter was taking too long for me to write. And it will take about 2 months for me to write the next one as well. So it's not right to make you work on deadlines when I don't even have a deadline myself lol.

TillITryIllNeverKnow: Again my favourite reviewer. As always, your reviews gave me motivation to write better for this story. Thank you hun for your reviews. You make a difference in my world. And yeah, the reason I gave Phoenix character more depth is because he's going to be very important to both Jacob and Emmett in the coming chapters.

A/N 2 : Read my last author notes. I wanna give you guys some homework to do. Lol. Yeah you can't just make me do all the hard work! XD

I want you
Yeah I want you
And nothing comes close
To the way that I need you
I wish I can feel your skin
And I want you
From somewhere within

It feels like there's oceans
Between me and you once again
We hide our emotions
Under the surface and tryin' to pretend
But it feels like there's oceans

Between you and me

I want you
And I always will
I wish I was worth
But I know what you deserve
You know I'd rather drown
Than to go on without you
But you're pulling me down

~ Oceans by Seafret

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Chapter 11 : Oceans

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I felt… nice. Dark jeans, a dark green shirt and black Gucci sneakers. It made me feel like I fit in with my mafia boss.

Emmett, of course, opted for a slightly more dressed look, with blue shirt, black casual pants and Tom Ford linen brown jacket, wanted to drive down the Ocean Drive.

"You're insane. We're walking." I said.

Emmett's arguments fall on my deaf ears, so when I turned on my heels and started walking, Emmett sighed and followed. I let him placed a hand on my lower back, possessive and cautious in the way he hovered beside me. It was oddly endearing.

"So how was work?" I asked, ignoring the stares we received from those passing by. Of course, people would stare at a gorgeous mountain of a man that was Emmett walking casually towering over everyone else. Emmett's eyes, hidden behind sunglasses, was sharp scanning the crowd.

"Fine," he muttered, "Why?"

"Why, what?"

"Why does it matter?"

I shrugged, and felt Emmett's hand slide around to my waist when the crowd got a little thick. He was obviously being overprotective, but I can't really blame him. He's a mafia boss in Miami, out in the open, failing to disappear in the crowd when he's a foot taller than everyone.

Yeah, maybe the car was a better choice.

"Where have you already stayed?" I asked, in a soft voice as I leant into Emmett and listened to him as he listed off various hotels.

Emmett took me all the way down the Ocean Drive to this little place with a big name of Le Provencal, where Emmett had been told it was like dining in Paris. I, of course was excited. Emmett was a bit of a foodie, it seemed.

Once the reservation was cleared and we were lead inside, I had to keep myself in check. The place was beautiful, with its warm light and intimate atmosphere. We were lead into a more open dining space, where an entire wall looked like it was nothing but a renaissance art, at least twenty feet high. I sat across from Emmett, and looked around while the menus were placed in front of us.

When I finally picked up the piece of paper, my eyes nearly jumped out of my sockets.

The first, basic menu for one person was worth one hundred and forty dollars.

"Okay, sweetheart, pick your appetizer, main course, and desserts."

"Emmett," I cleared my throat gently, watching Emmett glanced up from his own menu, brows furrowed slightly in question.

"Yes?"

"I… uh." I can't say it. Emmett was too generous – or stupid, with his money.

"Is it the price?" Emmett asked, his voice low, and I closed my mouth and nodded slowly, my eyebrows ticked on the inside. It always did when I worried.

"Don't worry, I'm sure it's worth it. I promise."

Oh, right.

I can always pay him back later.

Okay. Emmett was already expecting something from me.

A little more familiar with the situation of give-and-take, I settled down and began to read the menu again. It was mostly French, and when Emmett had begun to tell me what they were, I interrupted him by spewing a bit of the language.

Emmett's eyes were wide in surprise.

"You know French?"

"A little," I muttered, avoiding Emmett's gaze, "I learnt in school…"

"You only continue to surprise me."

I could hear the smile in that.

"Are you ready to order?"

"Oui."

Emmett chuckled and waved over a hovering waiter.

/

The dinner is much like the atmosphere: quiet and intimate. I asked places where Emmett has been, and the answer was a little vague. I asked how his meal is, it's great, try some. But all of the questions I really wants to ask are kept to myself; I want to take this time to learn a bit more about him.

Emmett likes to listen to music; reggae and rhythm and blues, specifically. I asked him why and he said, because he likes something slow that made him feel it beneath his skin. My mouth twitched a little smile in recognition of the same feelings. When he asked me, I shrugged. I said to him I like anything that I could dance to.

"You like to go dancing?" Emmett asked, digging his fork into his lovely little plated L'Œuf de poule.

I nodded, "I like to dance. It makes me happy." Although, I haven't been dancing for a very long time. I used to go out on the weekends and dance and drank until the sun came up and I would pass out the moment I crawled back into my apartment.

"I'll take you dancing sometime before we leave." Emmett decided, and I looked at him surprised.

I didn't say anything, instead offered Emmett a bit of my appetizer, and we settled back into that comfortable silence. Until Emmett asked me what was my favourite movie was.

"That's the worst question to ask someone, Emmett."

"It's very telling about their personality."

"Yeah, because you're a people reader."

I waited for the bait to be caught, but Emmett just shrugged without saying a word about his conman days, looking around the restaurant in the same way Phoenix scanned for a threat.

"I don't have one," I muttered, after a moment passed, and Emmett raised a brow.

"Neither do I."

I smiled as I lifted a spoonful of soup to my lips.

We finished our appetizers when I noticed that Emmett kept glancing over to a table behind me. I asked what it is, and Emmett said it's nothing but I knew that he was lying and I kept silent. Not wanting the moment to be ruined, I asked him if he was originally from America or Italy. He told me stories about how he grew up on a wine farm and played in the valley with his brothers, among other things.

"How many do you have?"

"Two. I'm the middle"

"Oh, that explains a lot" I smirked, taking a sip of our shared glass of wine. For some reason, Emmett had refused two separate glasses. It was probably a romantic thing.

"What about you?"

"Two sisters. Middle too."

"How cruel," Emmett chuckled, "I hear sisters are worse than brothers."

"I wouldn't know," I shrugged, "I didn't live with them long. They died in an accident along with my dad when I was just a little boy. Then, my mom married my stepdad, and then, she died too, when I was 12."

Emmett's face fell from the smiled and the feeling around us became sober somehow. Shit.

Why are you so stupid?

"I'm sorry," Emmett muttered, "Does that mean you lived with your—"

"—stepdad, yes," I whispered back, interrupting the Italian, "I lived with my stepdad."

The waiter came back with the entrees and I was glad for it, taking in a deep, shaky breath as I pushed memories to the back of my mind, where they belong.

Utensils clinked and wine was sipped to clear the palate before I cut a section of my pan-fried sea bass, Emmett making sure I took some of the lemongrass foam on top of it. We decided to share tonight; the roasted hen with confit potatoes and the sea bass with stewed baby leeks. Emmett loved food and I didn't mind sharing, so I thought 'why not'.

And it was easily some of the best food I ever tasted. Granted, there wasn't a huge portion, but it was just enough for me and definitely worth the price.

Even Emmett was making gentle hum noises over it.

I was quiet for a while, enjoying my food and watching Emmett, smiling to myself as I cuts the meat and fish and hum with pleasures. It's so much better than the 24-hour Chinese place back home.

Halfway through the meal, I finally spoke, "Phoenix won't say anything, so I might as well ask you: what was your sugar baby's name?" Because there was no way Emmett hadn't ever not spoiled someone in his lifetime. He's just too good at it.

Emmett chuckled as he swiped a piece of hen through the sauce on the plate, "I've never had one."

"So, I'm your first?" I asked, scooping up a little bit of potato on a silver fork.

Emmett was trying to look unamused, "No, sweetheart. You're just keeping me company on my trip."

Ah.

"And you bed warm, no?"

That made Emmett frown a little, but he nodded, because he knows it's true, "Yes, that also."

"Well… thank you." That made Emmett looked up from his food, "I don't know why you would choose someone like me to accompany you here, but, really. Thank you, Emmett."

It was sincere and I could feel it in my chest and for once it didn't make me sick.

Emmett did smile, though. It was big and toothy and his eyes crinkled in the corners, just for a moment before his eyes go over my shoulder again and it faded slowly, his eyes narrowing a little until his jaw was set.

I swallowed roughly, feeling a small surge of arousal pool in my belly at the looks Emmett just gave. It was dangerous and so out of place right now.

Foolishly, I reached over and took his hand, drawing the handsome man back to me. Emmett's face softened and I felt myself relax a little.

"What is it?" I whispered, just below the gentle noise of the restaurant.

Emmett looked conflicted. Like he wanted to tell, but can't. He puffed out his cheeks a little and clenched his jaw one more time, never breaking eye contact, before he muttered, "There's a man I know here. He's dangerous, and doesn't like me all that much. He's been staring for a while. Don't turn around, alright?"

A cool chill crept down my spine, the hairs on the nape of my neck standing on end when I began to think that I felt the stranger's stare on me.

I let go of Emmett's hand and continue to eat, asking a moment later, "What are we getting for dessert?

Emmett's gaze stayed on me as he cleared his throat and smiled, "You tell me, Mister-French-Speaker."

"Je pense le Chuao." I murmured after I pick up the small menu again, biting my lips and smiling when I heard Emmett hummed his approval, shifting in his seat a little.

He told the waiter our dessert order when he came over to our table to take the plates, and refilled the wine glass for us quietly when he returned.

"What's after this?" I asked, taking the glass from Emmett once he had taken a sip.

"I was thinking a show, then whatever you want to do."

"I want to do you."

Emmett looked away with a chuckle while I imagined it.

/

I was too tired for a show. As we walked back up the Drive, Emmett's hand holding me firmly around my waist, I pressed my cheek against the side of my mafia boss's chest and sighs. The dessert put me into a lethargic state, and not even the walk was waking me up. The air was too humid and Emmett was too warm and solid and all I wanted to do was go back to the room with the air conditioner and get fucked to sleep.

When we returned to the room, Emmett entered first. He looked over everything, and when it was safe, he pulled me in and pressed me into the door with a kiss.

I hummed while my eyes was closed, tilting my head as my fingers thread through that dark blond hair, grabbing a fistful and tugging gently. I loved messing up Emmett's nicely done hair, it was like my own little bit of rebellion.

Emmett kissed me for a while, touched me gently, getting me all hot. I whispered dirty things against Emmett's mouth and moans when I felt a strong hand held the base of my throat, Emmett's leg between my thighs to rub against the crotch of my jeans.

I was rock hard within minutes, but still sleepy.

"Let me repay you for today." I breathed against the Italian's lips, giving them a playful nip before pushing Emmett away towards the bed, watching my client begin to strip as he walked backwards.

So, I mirrored him. First my shirt, then my pants while Emmett is situating himself nicely on that plush bed, and I crawled onto it slowly. Emmett watched me the whole time, laying back just as I straddled him.

"You look sleepy," Emmett muttered, his hands finding the curve of my waist as I sat on his clothed dick.

"M' not tired," I murmured, grinding my hips down, closing my eyes with a breathy sigh as the heat of Emmett seeps through our underwear.

And suddenly, Emmett's hands drifted lower, until they were resting on my hips and beginning to unroll the waistband of my briefs. Emmett began to laugh as I opened my eyes, looking down to see that my silly handsome man had pulled the waistband too hard, that the elastic band seems to loosen and to make it worse, the waistband now can be pulled well over my belly button.

We both laughed at it. My sleepiness has become a slapstick silliness that I couldn't shake, so much that I had to lean over Emmett as we laugh together, pressing my forehead into the Italian's shoulder as I shook with laughter.

We calm down slowly, as I wiped my eyes and smiling with the odd giggle still escaping, even as Emmett rolled us over the bed. I only stopped when Emmett pulled my now damaged underwear from my hips and kissed my thighs. Only then did we turned to breathy sighs, and those into soft moans, until I was fisting the bed and Emmett's hair as the Italian ate me out slowly. Long, slow licks and hard sucks until I was wet and dripping for it, telling Emmett so.

My daddy took care of me, like he said he will. I easily fell into that little role of Emmett's boy, spreading my legs when I was told to, opened my mouth, and held on tight when I can. Emmett was gentle tonight, but infuriating with his pace, slow thrusts that made me want to crawl out of my skin. I came before Emmett, and allowed myself to be put into a position in Emmett's arms that allows close touching and overheated skin.

We breathe together, in that dark room with only the lights of the moon and the city outside to light it. I turned away from the window to hide my face in Emmett's neck, closing my eyes with a deep breath of his cologne and fresh sweat.

The music from the sea was calm outside, and we laid there, quiet and breathing gently. I wondered in Emmett has fallen asleep.

"So," I muttered, clearing my throat when it was thick with sleep, "Tell me about your… kink."

Emmett chuckled deep in his chest, and thumbed over the skin near my elbow, his voice just as soft, "I discovered it recently, actually."

I hummed, showing that I was listening.

"I like to… take care of people. Protect them, in a way. Provide something for someone that only I can give them…"

Sex isn't something that only he can give me, but I said nothing. I just nodded.

"Did you discover it through porn?" I murmured.

Emmett laughed, again. It was lovely. "Yeah, I did."

I pulled away and turned onto my stomach, slowly with my sore bottom and all. I draped myself over Emmett's chest and refuses to acknowledge the memoires of all my previous client. I licked my lips and looked down at my handsome man, that peaceful yet curious expression on his face. I reached up and smoothed one of Emmett's eyebrows down with my thumb, "I think it's cute…"

That eyebrow raised under my touch, "Really?"

"Yeah," I shrugged, "You, a big bear of a man, caring for a little Bambi like me…"

Emmett hummed, pleased with that, and I smoothed the worried lines in Emmett's forehead this time, "Am I your first 'baby'?"

"Yes. You were my trial, so to speak."

I paused, tilting my head with a bit of sass, "Oh?"

"Si. Except, you turned into more than just a trial."

Interesting.

I licked my lips, "I can still be a trial, if you want. If you have fantasies or role plays or anything you want to try, I'd be happy to help."

Emmett gave me a look, "Because you want to, or because I'd pay you to?"

I rolled off Emmett now.

This is it. I know now that I'm a little bit in love with him. I know that if I choose what my heart want, I'll lose myself. And there's no turning back. I would never be the same. It's like selling my soul to the devil. If I admit this feelings, there's no guarantee that I would be safe from the devil's debt. But if I do sell my soul, by admitting this feelings, I want to be sure.

"Mostly for the money, seeing as how that's the whole reason I'm here in the first place." I stood in front of the window. I shut the heavy curtain until there was only a small bit of space in between, illuminating the room enough so that I didn't stub my toes on my way back to the bed, "I'm an escort after all."

"Why do you always do that?" Emmett sounds annoyed, his tired tone a little sharper now, and I took a seat on the edge d the bed, staring at the barely-visible Italian lying amongst the sheets.

"Do what?"

Tell me, Emmett. Tell me why.

"Call yourself a whore and always mention it."

I feigned a frown, looking disbelief, when my heart was feeling tiny pinpricks, "Well, what else would I do? I'm an escort, I fuck people for money. I'm here on your dime, Emmett. Every second you spend with me is only because you paid me to be here."

And just like that, I ruined it. Emmett didn't say a thing. He just stared, and now that my eyes have adjusted, I can just barely make out the disappointed and hurt look on the Italian's face.

A mafia boss had his feelings hurt.

"You should think more of yourself than just your job, Jacob…"

Emmett turned his back to me and settled down for sleep, leaving me stunned and at a loss for words. An Italian-American mafia boss told me to think higher of myself, of something more than a whore.

For a moment, I wondered if I had gone too far.

/

It was uncomfortable, going to bed angry with Emmett. Or rather, having Emmett angry at me.

But really, what must I expect? For Emmett to love me unconditionally? To not see my flaws? We were both marked with the ugly scars of our uglier pasts, it was hard to see the person underneath it all.

Yet, Emmett still looked at me with awe and kept a smile on his face, just for me. And yet, he didn't tell me why he want some whore like me. He didn't tell me about his life, what he did, whom he met. I can't help but feel isolated. A stranger to the man that had took care of me better than anyone else in my whole life. A replaceable to the man who had literally changed my life upside down.

Did Emmett see himself as more than a mafia boss? Obviously, if he had the balls to say that to me, then he's got to believe it himself. It didn't take away the sting, though, because the worst thing about this is that Emmett was right. Not once on this trip had he mentioned my job, unless I mentioned it first. I was the one who killed the mood with it.

But, it wasn't like I could help it. I've always seen myself as a whore, ever since I started working for Vince. I was constantly told that I'm a whore, even if it's not said outright. I can't hide who I am so easily.

Why does Emmett want me? Why am I here?

It was much more fun thinking about what Emmett did for his job, rather than wondering what he thinks of you.

That's the truth.

I settled down for sleep a moment later, a half hour gone since our little spat. I wondered if this will be the norm, both of us fighting with one another and going to bed angry. I hoped not, because I hate not having Emmett's body heat.

I tried to sleep. But I was shaken from it, when I felt Emmett's arm around my waist, protective and warm behind me, his breath gentle against the nape of my neck. I didn't know whether to move away out of spite or to give into it.

I've got a war in my mind.

"Jacob," a deep voice rumbled behind me, a hairy calf brushes against my smooth ones.

"M' sleeping," I mumbled back, closing my eyes again.

"I can't sleep knowing you're mad at me…"

My patience snapped a little, and I bite back, "Oh, and that's my fault? Your guilt is eating you alive, Emmett. I'm not mad anymore…"

We laid there, quiet, again. Emmett's warmth was lulling me to sleep easily and I soon had to fight to keep my eyes open.

Emmett muttered against the back of my neck, "I'm not going to apologize. I mean what I said."

All the fight was sapped from me now, and all I can do was laugh under my breath, "Why do you even bother, Emmett?"

Please, tell me.

"Because I like spending time with you. I like spoiling you. I like fucking you. I like you."

For a moment, my heart stop. I've got to be hallucinating. Because this wasn't real.

Was it?

Emmett didn't like me. I was half asleep already, I must probably just hearing things.

Maybe you should try and trust someone for the first time.

"Why?" I whispered, my voice soft and airy with sleep laced with uncertainty.

"I'll tell you when I know." Emmett mumbled on my neck, "Sleep now, baby."

Emmett pressed a final kiss to my cheekbone, and I was out.

/

TBC

A/N : Okay, I wanna know if there's anyone here who actually read the song lyrics I've put in all each chapter? And how many of you actually listen to the songs after you read the chapter? Or is there anyone here who listen to the songs and read the chapters at the same time?

I actually pick out the songs for each chapter. So its kinda like a playlist that accompanied this story. The songs depends on the mood of the chapter I'm trying to set. So if you listen to a rather slow song, kinda sad and deep meaning lyrics, then that chapter is sure gonna be bit depressing. If the song is kinda happy and lyrics is simple then its gonna be a happy chapter.

So now your homework is to download all the songs from chapter 1 (list below) and make it into a playlist and give the playlist a title "Bloodstream" and listen to it anytime. Okay? Let me know if you did!

~Prism by Stateless

~Microcuts from Muse Piano Cover by muso90 (you can find her in Youtube- most beautiful cover for this song)

~Lithium from Evanescence Piano Cover by crazyRyoga (you can find him in Youtube – theres another Youtuber Shedal, it's a more powerful version than crazyRyoga. Both are absolutely amazing and beautiful)

~Bloodstream by Stateless

~Dark Paradise by Lana Del Rey

~Wanderlust by The Weeknd ft. Pharrell

~West Coast by Lana Del Rey

~Bluetrace by Stateless

~I Found by Amber Run

~Prisoner by The Weeknd ft. Lana Del Rey