“Yes,” I answered, turning to Emmett. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He asked, maintaining some distance between us. “I don’t understand.” He turned to Rachel, and she hesitantly nodded. “I’ll be at the bar, Amber. If you need me at all, just wave, alright?” “Alright.” She squeezed my hands before walking away. “I asked you a question,” Emmett said. “I don’t understand your question.” He pushed his hands into his pants pocket and struck that standing pose that made me melt repeatedly. “I brought you here because my grandmother wants you here and at the family Christmas dinner tomorrow. I didn’t bring you here to let all the men in the world run their damn hands on you. Are you that cheap?” The shock hit me instantly. “What did you just call me?” “I asked if you were that cheap.” He repeated, carefree. My god, this was the awakening I desperately needed. From the beginning, he had told me that he wanted to punish me and offer me pleasure. That was all he laid ou
When my gaze met Mrs. King's again, she was glaring at me. The daggers in her eyes almost squeezed my self-esteem into a tiny ball. I turned to Emmett. He was looking at his mother, the anger evident on his face. "Don't speak to her like that again." He finally spoke up. His voice was icy and sort of terrifying. Mr. King changed the topic, and the family started discussing business and some tech-related stuff I had no idea about. The girl seated beside Mrs. King, however, was contributing a lot to the discussion and flirting with Emmett while at it. I felt inadequate, ugly, little, and out of place. Thank God for Rachel, who kept offering me kind, silent reassurances now and then, even though she was contributing to the discussion. When it was time to make a speech, Mr. King was welcomed to the podium and when he finished his speech; his family was invited to join him at the podium for a picture, leaving me and the girl alone. I became conscious of the girl seated across the tab
It wasn’t like we were close before now, but at least he looked at me with some sort of reverence and he would always ask how I was doing. This night proved everything Leila said. Now that Emmett has gotten what he wants, I matter less to him. If I had thought Leila was done and would leave me alone soon, then I obviously imagined the impossible. Her gaze narrowed at me. “Emmett doesn’t have regard for the women he fucks. Once he fucks you, you’re done. He’s obviously waiting for the best time to discard you. Just like all the others.” “Leila,” I cleared my throat and the tears that were building up. “How long have you both dated?” I asked. “Ten years. I’m the love of his life.” I wanted to ask more. How could they have dated for ten years when they were likely teenagers ten years ago? But she didn’t look like she would offer me any other answer, so I shut up and maintained my cool even though the blow she’d landed on me was a perfect hit right where the most damage could be don
Mrs. King personally assigned me to a room where I spent the night all alone. Immediately, we climbed down the car last night; I didn't get to see Emmett again. . The morning started with a knock on my assigned room door. Rachel walked in with Granny King and the older woman spread her arms open for a hug. I almost ran into them like a cute little teenager. "Granny King. Good morning." I greeted. "Amber honey. I couldn't wait up last night. How are you? Oh, you look way prettier in person. My god!" When she finally let me go, she held my cheeks with her palms. "You are welcome to our home, Amber. Now freshen up and come downstairs for breakfast, will you?" "Sure ma'am," I replied. Granny King left me with Rachel, who sat on the bed. She looked at me and sighed and asked, "What's really going on between you and Emmett?" I shook my head, "nothing, he's just a friend." "Yeah right. A friend that had a scowl all through last just because you were dancing with Aston." She chuck
The day went in a blur. More members of the King’s extended family came to the house. But I didn’t catch sight of either Emmett or Kevin. There were a couple of uncles who helped with the decorations. More aunts and cousins. Granny King and Aunt Nancy left the responsibility of sorting out the matching Christmas-themed PJs and the food to us. We had now finished selecting our outfits. Elizabeth helped me fit into a green Christmas-inspired dress that Fiona sent that morning. The dress had me feeling on top of the world. I was in Rachel’s room, seated in front of the mirror with Elizabeth, getting ready to give me a face-beat. Placing a makeup case on the dressing stand, Elizabeth stepped in front of me and bent her head with a look of intense concentration. Then she began applying foundation with the damp sponge. “You always have to pat, not rub,” she explained, dabbing at my cheeks. The color blended well. “I’ll keep note of that, thank you.” I replied and waited until she was
Clasping my hand, Elizabeth dragged me back into Rachel’s bathroom, where she took out an entire array of styling products from a drawer while I gaped at my reflection in the mirror. I have never, ever looked this way before, not even when my mom invited a professional makeup artist to get me ready for my high school prom. The girl in the mirror was beyond pretty; her skin was smooth and glowing, her cheekbones delicately contoured, and her soft, plump lips the color of a dusky rose. Everything about the makeup was subtle and dewy. It didn’t look like I was wearing makeup at all. “Wow.” I lifted my hand to touch my face. “This is so...” Elizabeth slapped my hand away. “Don’t touch your face when you have makeup on. You’ll mess it up. The oil and dirt on our fingers can clog your pores, causing them to look larger over time.” “Right, okay.” I agreed. “You do apply makeup, don’t you?” She asked. “It’s been a while,” I confessed. Chastened, I kept my hands at my sides as she wen
Dinner with the Kings was more chaotic than I’d imagined. I couldn’t believe I’d be affected, judging from the fact that Rachel and Elizabeth warned me earlier. Yet, I was. One of Rachel’s uncles, Sly, got into a near brawl with another one called Fredrick, resulting in Granny King suspending all the men from contributing a word at the table until the meal was over. It worked because they suddenly became apologetic and quickly resolved their differences. We were all seated for the big meal, one very long table filled the giant dining room and a kids’ table was placed a little farther away from ours, where the kids were seated, eating, and the butler and housekeeper watched over them. Before we started eating, Aunt Nancy forced everyone to express themselves and tell us what they were thankful for. This tradition of hers was supposed to go around, and there were almost twenty-four of us seated at the table. “Please, make it brief.” Aunt Nancy announced after Granny King took too mu
EMMETT’S POV . When I stepped into the car, Amber had shifted to the farther end of the seat and she didn’t utter a word to me. “Amber...” “Please,” she cut me off. “Just take me home. I want to go home.” “That’s not possible,” I replied, and she turned to face me instantly. “What do you mean?” “I’m taking you to dinner. You look beautiful in that dress. We’re going to have our own Christmas dinner together while you show off your pretty dress.” I told her. “And If I don’t want to?” She queried. “I don’t think you have a choice,” I replied. She humphed and turned to face the window. A couple of minutes later, we pulled up at the Tropical Hotel, one of the Kings’ hotels. . With its sixty-foot stone archway and its panoramic views of the city’s skyline. Coupled with several other reasons, the Tropical Hotel was a personal favorite of mine. My men found it easier to monitor security, and my requests for privacy were always immediately granted. p Across the terrace of the ho
"Now, I'll ask you again, Amber. What do you know about us?" He asked, positioning his hand like an imaginary cuff, very close to my neck. "I don’t know anything," I swore to him. But then he brought his fingers closer and squeezed, cutting off the possible air I could manage to get. "Please," I said, pulling uselessly at my bound hands. "I don’t know anything else." "I heard you were kidnapped a couple of weeks ago. Is that true? He asked. "No. That's not true." I replied."It's not?" He asked, frowning."Yes, it's not," I replied."I also heard someone broke into your room a couple of days ago. Is that a lie too?""Yes." I breathed out."Would you swear on your life that these things didn't happen?" "They didn't happen," I replied, sounding so sure."And your roommate, did she see anything?"I shook my head. "She didn't.""Are you sure about that?""A hundred percent," I replied. Finally, his hold on my throat reduced to a bearable extent.He knew all of these things happened.
A shudder passed over me forcing me to push myself up. "Oh, she's good now," said the tall guy. "Can I remove the blindfold?" I asked. "No. It was nice of you to ask. I told you she’d cooperate," Jonathan muttered. "Are you all right, Amber?" He asked.I nodded, getting more comfortable in the seat. "Don’t worry," the guy behind the wheels said, "We won’t hurt you. Not like that." "Thank you for the assurance." I whispered and pulled my nightgown down to cover my thighs better.""We aren't looking, either," Jonathan assured me. "None of us are looking.""Yeah, the tall guy said. "I've got my own girlfriend to torment." He sighed."You all do." The guy behind the wheels announced. "I think she needed to hear that too." He muttered. "Is Francis here?" I asked. "No," Jonathan answered. "But you'll see him soon. We're taking you to him." I stiffened. "He won't touch you, you have absolutely nothing to worry about," Jonathan added."But he has a problem with me. He didn't seem to l
The night felt like an infinity kind of night. I’ve had a lot of lonely nights in my lifetime, but tonight felt like the loneliest. Maybe I'm being dramatic. Maybe the night seems to be stretching forever because I’ve put all the other lonely nights in my lifetime out of my mind so I could move forward without all of that weighing me down. It took everlasting before my body felt exhausted enough to finally fall asleep. But I woke up abruptly, swatting at my arm on instinct. It felt like I'd been stung by an insect, or maybe a bug bit me. I could no longer feel my legs, so I reached for my blanket to throw it back so I could jump out of bed and check for any bugs on it.Only then did I realize that I couldn't feel my arms too. Not only that, my arms felt so heavy that they couldn't pick up the blanket, nor could my legs move. My eyes widened in horror as I tried again to pick up the blanket. But I couldn't I became confused. Then my gaze jumped to movements in the shadows in my ro
When I got back to Emmett's house, I didn't have the words to explain how I was feeling. Guilty, tense, and stupid. Why am I still with him? Security is a lame excuse because if that is the case, I could even hire a bodyguard with the kind of money in my account. If I go out there physically for house hunting, I would definitely get a nice apartment in a day or two. So, what exactly is my excuse to keep staying with Emmett?I met him in the living room and when he saw me, he was immediately worried. "Amber," he called, "something is wrong, tell me what."I shook my head, "Nah, everything’s great." "But?"I tried to internally figure out where the hell to go from here. I didn't want to stay here anymore. I don’t even know how I feel about Emmett anymore."The locks in my dorm room have been changed," I told him, hating how thick and emotion-filled my voice sounded. "I can’t imagine anyone attacking me again when news has it that I'm dating Emmett King." I could feel his gaze on me,
Gracie waited for a while, yet I said nothing. Then she continued. "I hope you do know that if any of them decide to murder you, nothing, absolutely nothing, would be done about it?" She asked, hoping she'd get a reply from me at this point. But I still said nothing.I wanted to say something, to defend myself at least. But the words weren't just coming. She was speaking again, so I tried to shift my focus and concentrate on what she was saying. "Anyway, since it seems this is the kind of life you want, I really wish you luck with all of this. I hope you make good decisions and stay away from these men because your life and affinity to live long actually depend on it. But I'd like to let you know that I can’t be involved in whatever you have going on. I don’t want to get mixed up with the people you’re mixed up with. I don’t want to be the next gunshot victim. I-I'm moving out of the dorm. I'll let student affairs know. Maybe they'll get you another roommate or something." "Oh..." T
Olivia sent me a couple of apartment videos and none of them came close to what I was looking for. Justin's recommendations were even better. The more she sent them, the shittier they got. I soon gave up, and she promised to get more videos or maybe take me to see more places in the coming week. So I eased up and got busy with my books. Emmett was home in his study, getting a couple of things done. On days like this, I tend to forget how young he is, with the amount of work he does and the dedication he puts in. He called my mom earlier and we spoke to her. Mom was happy that I was okay, and she discussed yesterday's game with Emmett. I was shocked to find out that they'd been speaking on the phone almost every day, even while I wasn't on talking terms with Em. My new phone finally rang for the first time since I officially launched it last night. It was Gracie. "Hey roomie, how are you?" I asked, picking up the call. She sighed. "I'm fine, but we need to talk." "Oh okay,
We ate dinner much later, after putting my old SIM card in my new phone and starting it up. Gracie's number kept going to voicemail each time I attempted to call. When I couldn't take it anymore, I convinced Emmett to take me to my dorm room, just to be sure Gracie wasn't there. He agreed, and when we got there, Gracie wasn't home, and from the look of things, it didn't seem like she had been there since the break-in. On our way back, I dropped a voicemail for her, asking if she was okay. And did the same via a text message. "What do you plan on doing this weekend?" Emmett asked as we drove off. "Check out some of the houses I'd possibly get. Shit! I need to drop a message to Olivia; she promised to send me a couple of options to choose from." "Olivia Tampa?" He asked. "Aston's sister, yes," I replied. "What if I offer you my place for rent? It has everything you need, and the security is topnotch." "Are you going to stay there with me?" I asked. He grinned and took a moment
When I finally got back to Emmett's home, it was evening already and I was totally exhausted. Wynne took the car keys to park the car. "Is Emmett home?" I asked him. "Just got back." He replied with a small smile. "Thank you," I said and paused. "Not just for now, for always. For your kindness. For saving me the other day. Emmett told me." "It's my job, Amber." He replied. "You don't have to thank me, at all." "Still." I persisted. "You're welcome then." I flashed him a smile, adjusted my backpack with one hand, then left for the house. After dropping my bag, I found Emmett in his home office, frowning at his computer screen. "Can I come in?" I asked, tapping at his door. When he lifted his face from the computer screen, he caught my eyes and a soothing smile spread across his face, warming my heart. "Please." He replied, gesturing to the empty seat in his office. "You seem busy," I noted. "I could go and maybe check on you later." He shook his head. "No, I'm good with
It felt like a weekend had passed since I last set foot on the campus. I left Emmett's home around ten in the morning after reconnecting with Rose and having her fill my ears with everything that happened after I left the house.It was so satisfying hearing her talk about how bitchy and irritable Emmett was all through.When I got to school, I wasn’t guarded and paranoid. Dread didn’t quicken my steps every time I rounded a corner or another student passed me too abruptly. It was a dull Friday morning and since I had only one lecture for the day.I was already discussing the fact that I was searching for an apartment with one of my coursemates, Justin. He was super helpful with a few listings and even offered to take me to see some of them.Unfortunately, they weren't exactly what I was looking for, as they didn't have front desks and standby security. When we got the news that the day's lecture had been postponed till the coming week, we left for the school canteen together.I got an