His Mission (HIS SERIES Book 1) by SAKINA HUSSAIN (each kindness read aloud TXT) 📗

actions before turning on her heel and bolting down the corridor. Jake turns to give me one last heart stopping grin, his blue eyes shimmering.

That smile will be the death of me.

"I'm going to drop you on your head and hopefully you'll earn some brain cells!" Jake yells, his feet pounding on the floor as he leaves the room and catches up with her. Ivory's laughter fills the air and I cross my legs, glancing around my new room.

Well this is going to be different.

*****

All three of us are enjoying an extra cheese pizza when the front door bangs loudly, causing me to jump. I glance towards the living room door, watching as it's pushed open.

The first thing I notice is his striking resemblance to Jake. Instead of bright blue eyes, his eyes are dark and deep. A shade of brown with swirls of black and they appear bored. His dark hair is ruffled messily, falling over into his eyes.

His shirt clings tightly to his body especially around the top of his arms. He's clearly toned, his muscle definition so strong without the need of flexing. His lips are set into a permanent scowl and I tear my eyes off him, swallowing the lump in my throat.

I know instantly he shared the same DNA as Ivory and Jake. All three of them are beautiful with such striking features, you simply want to sit back and stare.

"Who's this Ivory?" he asks her, signalling towards me. His voice is a low rumble, words clear and blunt. I shuffle in my seat awkwardly, my body burning from underneath his intense stare.

"This is Emily, she's our friend. She's going to be staying here for a while Tobias." Ivory responds before reaching forward for another slice of pizza. Tobias' scowl deepens at the news, his eyebrows scrunched together in anger.

"How long?"

Jake immediately stands up and turns towards him, his jaw clenched tightly.

"However long she wants. Last time I checked, you didn't own this house."

Tobias glared at Jake and the two of them have a silent stare off with each other as I glance between them both nervously. Tobias huffed and leave the room, slamming the door as he went. I jump again and bite my bottom lip, hating being stuck in the middle of confrontation.

"Ignore him, he's always an asshole." Jake mutters, dropping back down onto the couch. I nod at him, my first impression of Tobias being not so great.

Later that night, I'm searching for the bathroom when I open a door and came face to face with a shirtless Tobias.

"Crap! I'm so sorry!" I yell, shutting the door over and standing back, wide eyed. Tobias' door flung open and he stares at me, his eyes burning with hatred.

"Stay out of my room." He warns me, his tone dangerous. I take a step back, blinking in surprise at his hostility.

"I'm trying to find the bathroom, can you show me where it is?" I ask him confidently. I won't let him know that his rude personality bothers me. Tobias pauses before tilting his head at me, studying me. He silently walks down the hallway and opened up a door, motioning for me to go in.

"There you go." He says bluntly.

"Do you have a problem with me Tobias?" I asked him outright, wanting to clear the air between us. Tobias doesn't reply instantly and instead raises one brow at me patronisingly.

"No," he replies bluntly, his tone bored.

"If you want me to leave, I can leave."

"Jake wants you here so I don't have a say in it. Stay out of my way and I'll stay out of yours." Tobias says firmly, walking past me and shutting his bedroom door with a bang. I hear the lock in his door shut and I roll my eyes, exhaling the breath I'm holding.

Tobias really doesn't like me.

*****

It's 2am in the morning and I couldn't sleep.

I woke from a terrifying nightmare to find my cheeks and pillow drenched in tears. The room around me didn't feel like mine at all and I miss the feel of my room at home.

I sat up straighter in bed, tugging at my hair and scraping it back into a ponytail. I let out a sigh and climbed out of bed, deciding to go downstairs for a warm drink.

A hot chocolate or a glass of milk relaxed me and right now, I was on edge from the nightmares.

I grabbed a checked shirt, pulling it over me to provide extra warmth from my crop top and pyjama shorts. Slowly creaking my bedroom door open, I left my room and padded across the hallway on my tip toes. I scurried down the stairs and entered the kitchen, deciding against turning on the lights.

I didn't want to wake anyone.

I walked over to the fridge and opened it up, squinting from the light inside. I pulled out the milk and set it down on the counter before turning around to find a glass.

A dark figure was sat on the dining table, hunched over. I immediately froze in fear, my heart skipping a beat. All the hairs stood up on my body as I took a step back, feeling my heart thump wildly against my chest.

"Don't worry, it's only me."

I jumped at the voice before realising who it belonged to - Jake. I breathed out a sigh of relief and sit beside him, trembling slightly from the scare.

"You scared me," I admit quietly.

"You're easily scared," Jake replies back instantly. His voice is low and quiet, barely above a whisper.

"Jake?" I say quietly, placing a hand on his arm. He's freezing cold and I'm aken aback instantly.

How long has he been sat here in the dark?

"Are you okay?" I ask, worry settling inside me from his silence.

"I'm fine." His words