The Bear Takes His Mate(6)

By: Emma Devine

“Hey, Jamie, you want to talk about it?”

I couldn’t answer. All I could do was sit there and wallow in my misery like a sad little kid. God, what the fuck was wrong with me? I haven’t cried in years. I tried to control myself and after a few minutes I stopped crying. But the hurt and sadness were still there.

I took a few deep breaths and explained to Claire what had happened. She was a good listener. When I had finished, she put her arm around my shoulder and held me.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. You’re only 18. Stuff like this happens all the time to people. Hell, I’ve had guys cheat on me before. It hurts like hell. But you know what? You will get through it. It’s not the end of the world, Jamie.”

I nodded. She was right.

“And besides, you didn’t even know if he wanted her or not, right? You ran out of there too quick. Maybe he still wants you,” she said. I knew deep down that was pretty unlikely. Who would choose a gorgeous, busty blonde like that over a chubby girl like me?

But I nodded and mumbled something about going to bed. I shuffled off, still miserable but not as bad as before. I went to bed that night with thoughts of Blake.

I stayed in bed for several days trying to get over it. I didn’t go into work or anything. I just couldn’t put up with that shit any longer. I had saved enough so that I could pay for one more month of rent. Hopefully by then I could get a job somewhere. Blake’s offer was off the table because there was no way I was going back to his place to get the application.

The answer to my problem came a few days later. I was alone at the house on a Saturday night as per usual. Claire was off at some party I’d refused to go to. I had a bowl of ice cream and a movie in and was starting to enjoy myself, when I heard the doorbell ring.

Who could that be? One of Claire’s friends? I got up off the couch and answered it. No one was there. Probably some assclown playing a trick or something. I was about to shut the door when I noticed an envelope on the ground. I picked it up, curious.

I went back inside and opened it, wondering who had delivered it. Two pieces of paper fell out, one looking very official and the other with a bunch of handwriting on it. I decided to read the official looking one first.

My eyes widened as I realized what it was. Holy shit. It was my job application I had forgotten back at Blake’s house. But it said “Approved” on the front. Did this mean I’d gotten the job? My heart raced with excitement as I picked up the other handwritten piece of paper with trembling fingers.

It read:

Dear Jamie,

I know this probably doesn’t make up for what happened, but I got you the job. I forwarded your résumé to the guy I know, he sent it to his boss, and he liked what he saw. You would start on Monday. The address is on the back of your application. I want you to know that I care about you, Jamie. That girl that you saw means nothing to me. You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met. You may not want to see me ever again, but know that I’ll always be thinking of you.



I felt a million different emotions boiling up inside me. I wanted to scream, cry and jump for joy. It almost didn’t matter that I’d gotten the job. You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met.

I read that line over and over again. No one had ever praised me like that before. All thoughts left my mind as I picked up the letter and stormed out of my apartment, heading towards his.

I didn’t even know what I wanted to do. Did I want to fuck him? Yell at him? Cry for him? I didn’t know. The only thing I knew was that I wanted to be close to him.

I pounded on his door, hoping he was at home tonight. I held the paper up as it swung open. Blake stood there in a loose fitting t-shirt that showed off his perfect muscles. He looked hotter than ever. I stormed past him into his room.

“What the hell is this?” I said, turning to face him.

He looked completely nonplussed.

“It’s a note I wrote-”

I cut him off.

“What makes you think I want this from you? After what happened last week?” I demanded, angry again.

He sighed.

“Look, I know that must have been shitty to see. But I have no feelings for her, I promise you. I want you, Jamie. And I know you want me. Let me make it up to you,” he said in a sensuous voice, moving closer to me.

I was powerless against his charms. He was just too damned irresistible. He gently took me by the arms and set me on the same couch I’d sucked him off on. He kissed my mouth again, but this time the kiss didn’t stop there.