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Emerson’s tongue moves with mine, our breaths mingling, and the kiss deepening. I open up to him, letting him lead, giving back just as much as I get. He pulls me closer with his hands on my waist as they wander towards my neck, pulling my hair to the side gently so he’s able to take my mouth harder in his. Fingers threading through my hair like he’s gripping onto something fragile, pulling me closer to him so our bodies are touching.
The pressure of his lips and the heat of him is magical. His hand is on my waist, massaging me, touching me, exploring me, sending a heat wave towards my core centre and I feel hot all over.
My body reacts instinctively, one hand moving to his neck, holding him closer, the other sliding along his arm. I can feel my body shift, my desire cheering me on to climb onto him when suddenly….
Crash!
The sound is sharp, cutting all the sexual tension between us. We bath freeze, our heads snapping towards the source. Madeline stands there, eyes wide and filled with an emotion I can’t quite tell. Something between anger, shock, and something else that’s foreign to me.
We pull apart instantly, both retreating to opposite sides of the room as if we’ve been. caught doing something forbidden, like
teenagers found in a compromising situation by a furious parent.
The room feels cold and awkward, tension filling the room.
Madeline’s gaze never meets mine, she never spares me a glance. Instead, she stares straight at Emerson, her expression filled with accusation and betraying something deeper, something much more. There’s a pain in her eyes, a flash of hurt that stirs something uneasy in my chest. I know Madeline always treated Eric as her own son, was that it?
Before I can say anything, before either of us can make sense of the situation, she turns sharply and leaves through the back door, disappearing before we can stop her.
I look down and see a shattered vase lying on the floor, its scattered flowers and broken pieces adding to the chaos. That must have been the crash we heard, but how did that vase end up broken… it doesn’t make sense.
I turn back and look towards Emerson with surprise and questions dancing in my
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eyes.
“What was that?” I ask him, pointing my finger back towards the broken pièces and the backdoor where Madeline left. “How did that happen?”
“I don’t know the answer to that really. We should just head to bed.” Emerson answers dismissively.
“I think we should go and check on her. Maybe she came into the house because she needed something. She wasn’t feeling well today.”
“Okay, fine. I’ll go check on her.”
“Maybe I should come with you?”
“No, after she’s seen the two of us here like that, I think she just didn’t expect to find us here the way she did and when she did. I think she’s not ready to see the two of us together for a while. I’ll just go and check on her. You don’t think about it and don’t worry about it. Just go back to your room and get ready for your big day tomorrow,” he says with a smile.
Although it looked a little strange, a little weird, a little unsure…all those things combined, I decided not to really rush into it.
“Okay, I’m going to go get ready for tomorrow.”
“Okay, see you tomorrow.”
“Good night.”
“Good night.”
The word good night seems strange. Emerson telling me goodnight that way. I spent nights here before, when I was young during sleepovers, then next, when I was dating Eric. But now this was different. I was going to be his fiancée, but we weren’t sharing a room.
So, hesitantly, I tell him good night and head upstairs, not about to make a big deal out of what just happened. I already have enough on my plate.
I wake up the next day, bright and early, put on my sharpest, navy suit, do my makeup, and style my hair in a cute, classic look. Then I step out of my bedroom.
As I Stand there in the hallway, I wonder what I should do. Should I go knock on Emerson’s door and tell him I’m leaving? He already knows I’m leaving anyway; should I just leave? Should I call him? Should I text him? I don’t know what the rules
are.
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We ar
married but not.
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I think for a few minutes before I decide, fuck it, we are living together and I think he would like to know, he insinuated it yesterday when we had that talk. I head towards his bedroom and knock. I wait. Nothing happens. I knock again. Still nothing. Oh, maybe he’s sleeping.
Maybe. I don’t know. So, I decided to go downstairs. I don’t want to be late.
As I’m walking down the stairs, I smell something good from the kitchen, and I decide to have breakfast before I leave. I’m going to need all the strength I can get before heading to work today.
I enter the kitchen and find Madeline and Rose inside.
“Good morning!” I greet them brightly.
“Morning,” Madeline answers, still focused on her task, not turning back to look at
- me.
I
guess
she still has a picture of me and Emerson from last night in her mind. This is her kitchen; I know her. She loves her kitchen. Maybe she thinks we spoiled it. I feel like my mom’s angry at me, and I don’t know how to act towards her. But I was getting ready for work, and I decided to talk with her later..
“Would you like a cup of coffee?” Rose asks me. A little too brightly.
“If you don’t mind,” I say. Giving her a real smile back.
I know I am going to marry Emerson and be the Mrs, but I still want to have a good relationship with his employees.
Rose brings me a cup of coffee, and Madeline puts some eggs and pastries on my plate and brings it over, still not looking at me.
I take the coffee and sip it, immediately throwing it back and spitting it out.
“What is in this?” I ask in a disgusted voice.
I don’t know what they put in there, but it’s disgusting. It’s horrible.
“Is this even coffee?” I wonder as I look at Rose.
She stands there with a bright smile, but I can see a knowing look in her eyes, and I know she did something to the coffee she made me. Probably why she offered it in the first place.
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Madeline rushes over.
“What’s wrong? What is it? What’s wrong with the coffee?”
1 start gagging, about to throw up, and I run to the downstairs bathroom, where I wash out my mouth until I’ve gotten rid of the taste. I look at myself in the mirror and take a deep breath.
This girl is trying to mess with me in a way she shouldn’t have. But I’m not going to deal with her right now. I will go to work, deal with Eric, and then I’ll figure out how to deal with her later.
I get out of the bathroom, take my handbag, and step outside. It’s then that I remember I didn’t bring my car because I came here with Emerson. I have no way to get to the office. Emerson isn’t here, and I could have asked him to lend me one of his cars in the garage.
But I’m supposed to be taking care of things in my own house, not that I own it.
Just as I’m thinking that, a sleek car parks in front of me. The driver gets out, greets me with a polite nod, and opens the back door. I slip inside.
“Are
you going to the office, Miss Blackwind?…Mrs. Blackwind?” he corrects himself.
“Yes, to the office,” I answer politely.
Rose got me in a bad mood but Emerson….I guess Emerson did think about me. He made sure I was well taken care of, even though I’m not his real wife. It’s these little things that make me wish I was.
