Yakov/Jo "It's not that simple"
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A sadist? Yakov wouldnât exactly describe himself as such.While he admitted that he did enjoy getting Joanna riled up every so often, itwasnât out of a perverse pleasure to upset her or assert control. Rather, itwas so he could indulge in the rare pleasure of seeing that vibrant spark ofhers that she kept so carefully hidden underneath her quiet façade.  The flush of her cheeks, the flash in hereyes, and the rapid fire words that poured from her lips when she felt stronglyabout something were what he lived for. She was just so bloody cute andalive in those moments that he often wished they would never end.
Except when what she felt strongly about was in opposition towhat he wanted.
âNo,â she shook her head as she gathered up her drawingmaterials into a pile, hands trembling. âNo, no, no. Itâs impossible! I canâtgo out with you on a date, no matter what you say!â
He crossed his arms with a frown. âWhy? Do you find mypersonality repulsive?â Â His heart surgedat the way her head snapped up to stare at him in wonder, signaling that he hadtouched a nerve.
âOf course not!â She looked appalled. âI wouldnât be friendswith you if I didnât like you as a person!â
âWell then do you not find me attractive?â he pressed on, knowingdamn well that wasnât the reason, but he wanted to hear her say it.
She froze under his ice blue eyes, then averted her gaze ina poor attempt to regain her composure. âN-noâŚitâs not thatâŚâ
He let out a low chuckle at her admission. Â âThen I do not see why you cannot go out withme.â
âBecause!â she stammered, fingers scrambling to buckle her portfoliobag closed. âI canât go out with a prince! Iâm just a commoner, and a poorartist at that! Your people wonât accept me at all! Iâm shy, Iâm quiet, Iâmawkward, andâŚ.â
âUtterly enchanting.â
âYes! I mean, NO!â her dark hair swished wildly around herface as she shook her head. âIâm nobody of consequence and completely unworthyof you, Yakov!â
âTch.â In two strides he was in front of her, the smirk onhis face gone. He took hold of her shoulders. âI care for you, Joanna. You carefor me. Nothing else matters.â
âBut itâs not that simple!â
His lips were on hers before she could utter another word inopposition, erasing all protests, objections, and coherent thought from hermind.
He broke away with a low growl, knowing if he continued hewouldnât be able to stop with just a kiss. Â Pulling her to him, he leaned down to whisperin her ear, hot breath sending goosebumps all across her skin.
âYes,â he murmured, âit is.â
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