Esmeralda's POV
Jack reluctantly steps back since the request was more like an order. He then looks back and forth between Mr. Stone and I for a few seconds before walking off.
I take Mr. Stone’s hand and I collapse into his chest in relief as he pulls me close.
“Are you okay?” He asks tilting my head up like Jack did but his touch is different and I get captivated in his hazel eyes.
“Yeah, I’m just…” I trail off with a soft sigh as his thumb wipes the tear under my eye.
“What the hell did he do to you?” He asks his hold tightening around me.
“He’s just a jerk I used to know, nothing more” I say burying my face into his chest because I can’t help myself; he strangely makes me feel safe.
His palms moves soothingly on my back but as it soothes, it also lights up a fire in me; the kind of fire that has never burnt for any man before.
I move my hands from his shoulders and loop it around his neck.