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Breathless [Jake Ballard x Reader Fanfic] [Prologue] [Find full fic on A03]

Honored to work for the White House legend Olivia Pope, our reader eagerly accepts her assignments of following Jake Ballard and reporting back with her findings. Little did she know what she was getting into, and how her life would never be the same.

"... Kelly? ... Kelly!" came the bubbly, though frustrated voice of Carmen, your co-worker as she shoved your arm, snapping you out of your thoughts. That was the second time you had drifted off into your thoughts while the two of you were on line at your local coffee shop in town.

"H-huh? Oh ... sorry," you stammered, giving a slight theatrical shake of your head in an attempt to clear your mind.

One that was to no avail.

You hadn't been able to stop thinking about him all day. Jake. Today marked 3 years since you had seen him. Three years since you had decided enough was enough. Three years since you had managed to escape him.

And every day felt a bit more uncertain. Every day felt like your luck was about to run out. No one had ever gone this long without him catching up to them. Had he given up?

You could feel your heart squeeze as you ran the possibilities in your head. You couldn't tell which you were more nervous about - him finding you, or him giving up the search.

Your teeth grit. And that was exactly why you needed to stay away. Why you needed your life back. He couldn't be so ... so ... all encompassing. You wouldn't let him.

"Guess I'm spacing out a little today. Sorry about that," you half heartedly laughed.

"Thinking about your ex again?" Carmen smirked, making your eyes light up a bit in mild alarm.

"Wh-what?"

"You said you broke up with your ex around this time of year. And you got all spacey last year, too. I'm doubting that's a coincidence."

"Heh ... Nothing gets by you, huh?"

"Are you kidding? I almost exclusively watch Korean dramas. You're gonna have to do better than a "guess I'm a little spacey"," she scoffed, giggling.

You couldn't help but smile. "Noted."

"Plus, you like never go on any dates! He must have been serious, huh? You should just go hook up with someone. Usually works for me," Carmen playfully shrugged. "I'll even volunteer to the cause," she winked, making you laugh and blush.

“Oh my god. I get too drunk one ni -“

“J. Ballard? Black Coffee?” One of the barista’s called out to the cafe, searching for the person who placed the order.

Time slowed. Your blood pumped cold. Your heart beat rang in your ears as your eyes glazed over for a fraction of a section. Pupils sharp and eyes wide, your head snapped in the barista’s direction as your hair stood on end.

A fleeting breath.

Your head swivels to look at the other side of the cafe, eyes cat-like as they scanned every table. Every person. Every ball cap.

Another breath.

You look the other way, scanning the room. Heart thudding. Ears ringing.

“Kelly? Kelly! Come on, that one was mid-sentence!” Carmen playfully whined, only to have her face fall when you suddenly spun around and rushed for the front of the cafe. “Wha-Kelly …? Kelly!” She called after you, getting no response. She stepped out of the line, looking after you with disbelief. “Kelly!”

”She’s on the move,” Charlie mumbled, pressing his index finger to the piece in his ear as he approached the barista counter. Taking the drink for J. Ballard, he gave the young barista a pursed smile and a head nod, raising his drink to her before putting his lollipop back in his mouth and turning for the door.

Fumbling to get the right key out from your ring of keys, you whined to yourself in distraught panic, your mind and body a mess of fear and adrenaline. Getting the key in the lock, you hurried inside, spinning around, slamming the door shut, and locking all seven bolt locks you’d installed. You slumped against the door with a deep sigh, your eyes closing to try and settle your nerves.

“I’ve got to admit. I’m impressed.”

His voice shot through you like a whirlwind of pins and needles, your blood running cold as your breathing shallowed. Immediately, your body began to tremble as you held the doorknob to the door of your apartment, a fleeting thought of running back out of it crossing your mind.

But he’d already found you. Running now would just be recklessly endangering yourself. What’s more, you’d never be able to unlock all the bolts in the time it’d take him to reach you. The same bolts meant to keep him out, now trapping you inside. You swallowed the growing lump in your throat as you slowly turned around, finding Jake sitting in one of the chairs in your living room, having turned it to face the door.

“Three Years.” he jerked his arm up, bringing it back down to glance at his watch. “Well, it was really Two years, ten months, and seven days, but - who’s counting?” He snipped with sharp grin. He’d been here for weeks. Planning. Plotting. “Still, a record nonetheless,” he praised with a nod and raised brow.

“One denied orgasm for every day I’d have to spend looking for you.”

The words echoed in your ears - prickled your skin.

He’d found you. He’d finally found you.

“I’m sure you’ve tried contacting Huck. He’s dealing with the consequences of helping hide you from me.”

“What?” You spoke up, mention of Huck reeling you in from your panicked spiral, though just barely. “What did you -“

“I’d be more focused on what’s about to happen to you,” Jake snapped, pushing up from the chair and taking a single step toward you. Just that was enough to make you press your back against the door - enough to make the air catch in your lungs.

You swallowed hard, trying to force some expression of fearlessness on your face. “So, what? You’re okay with hurting me now?” You challenged, hoping to call his bluff.

“I was never against hurting you,” he casually clarified, a quick shake in his head, a few blinks of indifferent conversation before his brows rose. “In fact I think you’d come to enjoy the ways that I would - but no, I’m not going to hurt you.”

He sighed, his hands finding his pockets as he took a couple more steps toward you, his gaze trailing from the floor to the decor on your walls as if he was in the middle of being given a tour.

“See, I’’m here because as livid as I am right now - as livid as I’ve been, tracking you down … I’ve also never once been so …. hungry - desperate, even,” he lingered, eyes snapping up to meet yours - darkened and lustful. “To completely, and utterly devour someone.”

Your heart dropped. You could feel its beat in your core. In your groins.

“So … Rape, then,” you croak, another shot in the dark at standing your ground. At buying time.

His brows furrowed. “Don’t insult me.” Another few steps forward. The distance between you was shrinking with your ability to breathe. “After all, I came all this way to give you the chance to tell me to go,” he said, finally closing the distance as your brows cinched in confusion. His left arm came up to lean against the door above our head, his figure now towering over you.

You searched his eyes for an explanation, your mouth unable to come up with the needed questions. He leaned forward, his eyes looking ahead as he spoke softly in your ear.

“Tell me to leave, and I’ll never come for you again,” he offered, a chill running down your spine. Leaning back, he met your wide-eyed gaze. “See I’m not … Interested in keeping you in a cage, [your name]. But I’m also not interested in being your friend,” he grit. “And I’d guess you aren’t either considering the lengths you’ve gone to - so, you get to choose. Right now.”

Your heart raced with the ultimatum, your emotions clashing with each other in sudden conflict. What was going on? Wasn’t that what you wanted? Isn’t that why you ran all the way to New Zealand to get away from him? Why you left everything behind?

“Tell me to leave, and this can be your life. Far away from me. Untethered.”

Wasn’t that what you wanted? So then why? Why was the threat to disappear from your life causing your body to ache? Causing your stomach to turn?

“Or,” he added, momentarily pulling you from your inner turmoil. “I stay,” he said, his voice soft, though firm as he slowly reached up, his large hand moving to delicately hold the side of your face, his thumb a whisper on your bottom lip. “And you accept your punishment.”

Thanks for reading~ Just trying to find the Jake Ballard fans out there. There is a criminally small amount of Jake x Reader fics and I plan on being the change I want to see in the world so pls join me on this journey

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