A Call That Changed Her Entire Life

While Jacob was lost in the passionate kiss, Emily's stomach lurched suddenly, as the vile spew forced its way out of her mouth.
Although, Jacob stepped back as fast as he could, a bit of projectile vomit overshot and hit him, as the foul-smelling liquid
dripped down his clothes. In an instant, Jacob's face turned purple with rage.
Zola, the house maid, who had been watching them secretly since they stepping into the house, immediately ran towards them,
looking to wipe Jacob's clothes. She suggested, "Sir, the lady is very drunk. How about letting me take care of her..."
Jacob pushed her hand away and said, "No. Go away."
Zola felt a twinge of envy. "Okay," she replied, with her voice down and left.
Emily's stomach kept contracting violently and forcing everything up and out, as she heaved again and again. Her face was pale
and dripping bile, sweat and tears. She sank to her knees and retched on the floor. She looked so sick that it broke Jacob's heart
as he just stood there watching her, helplessly. Ignoring the vomit on his clothes, Jacob squatted beside her and gently patted
her back.
Jacob wiped her drooling face with a towel and handed her a glass of water.
"Thank...thank you." After she drank some water and retreated to lie down on the sofa, Emily did not even have the energy to
finish a complete sentence without retching. She looked at the man beside her and muttered, "Jacob?"
Jacob threw the dirty towel into the trash can with a calm facial expression and turned to her.
"I'm going to sing," she said. Emily did not wait for Jacob's response and began to sing, "Fool, fool. I was a small fool, and then I
became a big fool..."
Jacob frowned at her shrieking and pleaded, "Stop singing."
Completely inebriated, Emily ignored him, and continued to sing in an extremely high-pitched volume, "Breaking up happily. Wish
me happiness. I can find a better boyfriend."
Jacob softened his countenance and caressed her hair. He joined her in the song and sang with her, "Breaking up happily."
Feeling encouraged, Emily sang louder and louder until her eyes reddened and her voice became hoarse.
"No. I don't want to sing anymore. I want to watch TV."

Jacob, who had been putting up with her incessant babbling, rubbed the part between his eyebrows and said, "No, you need to
go to sleep."
'It's already past midnight now. I can't allow her to keep going on like this.'
"No, I don't want to sleep. I want to watch TV!"
Completely disregarding her wishes, Jacob lifted her up to his chest and carried her upstairs.
Emily struggled, but it was of no use. So resorted to crying, as she complained, "You are a bad guy. You don't let me watch TV.
You are a bad guy..."
Having almost run out of patience, Jacob's head started throbbing with a bad headache. This was the first time he had seen
Emily like this. She was acting like a little puerile child. He missed the good Emily that night.
The girl sobbed with dissatisfaction, as she whined, "You are a bad guy..."
Jacob had no choice but to compromise. He coaxed her, as if coaxing a little child, "Don't cry. You can also watch TV in the
bedroom. Okay?"
He placed Emily on the bed and turned on the TV in the master bedroom. She stopped crying at once, as her full attention was
caught by the TV.
The TV was broadcasting financial news and updates, something Emily would normally never understand or watch, but at that
moment, she watched with great interest.
Jacob heaved a sigh of relief. He changed her dirty clothes, patted on her red cheeks, and wiped her tears, saying, "Just stay
here and watch TV. Don't go anywhere else, okay?"
'Taking care of a drunk and wild Emily makes me more tired than taking care of ten noisy children.'
After locking the windows and the bedroom door, he went to the bathroom to take a shower. When he came out, Emily was not
there.
"Emily! Emily!"
Jacob's horror quickly turned to relief when he found Emily lying under the bed. He lifted her on the bed, and chuckled, "Such a
little rascal."

By then Emily had woken up. Feeling a little confused, she rubbed her eyes, and called out, "Jacob..."
Jacob turned off the TV and turned down the brightness of the lamp. His voice sounded very gentle and soft, "You've had a very
long day. Have a good sleep."
Jacob was well aware of what Emily had suffered through that day. In some instances, he even added fuel to the fire.
And he was satisfied with the outcome.
Emily groaned, she didn't know whether he had heard her or not as she didn't get any response from Jacob.
Jacob was lying next to Emily with his back against her. Suddenly, the woman hugged him and her pleasant fragrance invaded
his nose and livened his senses.
"Why won't you kiss me?"
Emily asked, as she softly rubbed her chin on his firm shoulder, like a kitten.
Jacob's breathing became heavier. He said, "Stop, Emily..."
"You've kissed me just a while ago. Do you love me?"
Jacob held her hands and pinched her cheeks, saying, "Emily, are you being serious? Don't move. I'm asking you now. Who am
I?"
Emily paused for a moment, as if to think.
While Jacob decided that if she dared to utter Jack's name, he would not let her sleep.
"Jacob, you are Jacob..." A few seconds later, Emily gave her answer. The next moment, Jacob pulled her closer into his arms.
Emily asked, "Jacob, why you are so good to me?"
Although she was drunk, the question lingered on her mind, confusing her the whole time. She kept asking herself the same
thing over and over again in her heart.
"That's because I love you. You are mine, from now until eternity." Jacob softly nibbled her earlobe and said gently, like coaxing a
rabbit, "I can give you anything you want, making women all over the world envy you..."

As a matter of fact, this was even strange to Jacob as he, himself did not know when he had completely lost himself to her love.
At first, he was just infatuated with her because of the amazing feeling she brought to him. Then her constant refusal angered
him, but soon his anger turned into something else. Before long, he was already putting his own life in danger to save her. Even
Jacob could not believe how quickly it all happened and changed his life.
If that was not love, then what was love?
It was like someone had written the name "Emily" in his heart with a pencil. Although he could wipe it clean at any time, he found
the name was attractive, so he did not wipe it. Instead, its existence brought solace to his heart every time he laid eyes on it.
When he did try to wipe it off, he realized that Emily's name had become a tattoo in his heart. Jacob was no longer able to wipe
her off from his life.
'Well, I never thought that I could love a woman so deeply.
But she is as blind as a bat. Why did she even love Jack, instead of loving me?
It's unfair. Why do I love someone who doesn't love me back?'
Deep in thought, Jacob hugged the woman who was sleeping next to him tightly.
'I will make Emily like me and fall in love with me, so that she will never leave me.'
Although, Emily's mind was still muddled, being hugged by Jacob gave her a sense of security she hadn't felt in a long time. It
seemed as if Jacob was the one who could mend the hole in her heart.
They held onto each other naturally and intimately, like a couple of many years.
"Jacob," Emily said suddenly. She paused and then continued, "Will you be as good as your are right now to me, all the time?"
"Yes. As long as you are with me."
'Well...well, then how about a makeshift relationship? We can get together..."
Emily just thought that since Jacob was so good to her, she also wanted to be good to him. Therefore, they could be together to
be good to each other.

'It would be much more convenient to stay with someone who is good to me.'
"Emily, I want you to know that, I'm not your Plan-B."
The next moment Jacob planted a long, open-mouthed kiss on Emily's mouth. Then he said, "Okay. We can be together, but it's
not going to be a makeshift relationship."
Emily asked blankly, "Then what is it?"
"A match made in heaven."