EMMETT'S POV
."Why do I have to be present at this gathering?" I asked taking a seat opposite my parents. Kevin was seated close to them, and Granny King was beside me."Your mother..." My father cleared his throat. "She made a disclosure and I think we need to talk about it." He turned to his wife as an open invitation."It's about Leila." Mom started and I stood up immediately."I'm getting the fuck out of here. "Not going to sit down and listen to you all make my personal life a thing of general discussion.""Please." Mom let out. "Please Em, hear me out.""Sit son, hear us out," Dad added.I bit my lower lip and sank my ass back down. "As we all know, Leila is carrying my grandchild." Mom started, looking at anywhere but me. "We can't pretend this isn't good news. I apologize for bringing everyone out here, but I wanted us to discuss the way forward. A wedding in view between Em and Leila...""I'm not marrying her." I cut in. "It waAMBER'S POV . The semester commenced slowly. Most of the lecturers were probably still hung over from the fun of the holiday, I suppose. But after a long, boring morning, I left for the cafeteria for a cup of cappuccino. I’d spoken to my mom that morning and she kept talking about Emmett and how he calls to check up on her as often as possible. I couldn’t gather the courage to tell her I was done with Emmett. So, I let her believe whatever she wanted to. The cafeteria was scanty. The first week of school resumption was always like that. There would be bookworms thatcan’t wait to come back to school, and students that just want to get away from their family as soon as possible. When I couldn’t get cappuccino because the workers at the cafeteria had yet to resume fully as well, I left for the library. The lonely shortcut that led to the library was, as expected, completely deserted since most students had yet to resume. Right in the middle of the path, two not-so-cheerful-looki
There wasn’t time to panic, though. The man sauntered right around the car and stopped by the driver’s side door. I swallowed, looking up at him, dread coursing through my entire body as his cool, blue-eyed gaze met mine. He looked familiar, but I couldn’t remember where I met him. “Pretty car,” he said, his voice dry enough that I could tell he knew it wasn’t mine. But does he know that because he’s one of my abductors or because he’s a car lover who wakes up as early as 4:00 am and stops to admire nice, fancy cars on his way out to god knows where? “You must be Amber.” Okay, who’s this man? There was something about him, an ease, a sort of cockiness. It felt like he was the type of guy that calls the shots, and I had a hunch that if he wanted me out of the car, I’d be out of it already. “Who are...” I hesitated, unsure to ask the question at the tip of my lips. “I’m a friend of the guy whose car you stole.” He replied. “One would have thought you’d be grateful you got saved
When my eyes opened the next morning, the light from the window was hitting me at an unnatural and unpleasant angle. I shifted from where I lay and my body ached terribly. Then I realized I fell asleep on the little sofa in our room and never made it to my bed, so my neck was bent at a terrible angle. 'Ouch' It hurts.My bag and its contents were lying open on the bed in front of me. But my phone had been plugged in to charge. 'God bless you, Gracie.' I whispered internally. Once I tapped my phone screen and saw the time; 8:03 am. I sprang up from the sofa and rushed to the bathroom for a quick shower which took less than six minutes. Then I headed straight to our mini kitchen to check on Gracie since she wasn't in the room still. She was making a toast. "Good morning sleepy head." She greeted me once she saw me. "You ghosted me yesterday. Your phone was off and I was worried sick. Only to wake up this morning to see you sprawled out on the sofa." She gave me that look of silent
The dread I felt last night started all over again when I got home. I parked the car in the same place, and then I went inside, my heart pounding until the moment I closed and locked my dorm door. Gracie wasn't around, so the room was eerily quiet. I fell on the couch again and dozed off. When I woke up later that evening, I decided to hop in the shower to actually take time and care for my skin. After bathing, I flung a thin, see-through nightie on, grabbed my phone, and headed to the kitchen to whip up a quick meal.With a bowl of cereal in hand, I stopped dead when I saw the silhouette of a man standing near our entrance door. My heart sank. The stranger was of average height, had a big body frame, and was dressed in a black hoodie and jeans. The man soon turned toward our little makeshift kitchen. He saw me standing there in nothing but a thin nightie. "Hello, there." He said, and my heart stalled. He was the same man from the club. Denver Simpson. B
"Amber, Briggs sent me, please open the door. Are you okay?" The voice tried again. "This is the last warning you’re gonna get. If you’re able to, let me in." But I didn't. Not because I didn't want to, but because I couldn't. My whole body was frozen in place. I was having a panic attack. He didn't wait much longer. I heard something ram into the kitchen door from the other side, then the door flew open with a loud crash, the handle slamming against the wall. I heard heavy footsteps as he let himself into my little kitchen and came straight over to me. I know him, I've seen him before. The night I escaped with the luxury car, he was lying on the couch. I stole the car keys from him. He crouched down to check on me. "Amber, are you all right? I'm Jonathan, Briggs sent me. He'll be here soon. Are you okay?" His voice sounded far away. I didn’t quite see much of his face last night, but now I'd seen all the angles and he was handsome in a rough and scary sort of way. He
I looked at the bed behind me and grabbed a blanket I saw there. "Why are you standing that close to her when you know she isn't properly dressed?" I demanded, anger seeping into my tone. "I..." he raised a hand explaining his cluelessness. "I don’t know man." He said, shaking his head slightly. "I just got here a couple of minutes ago. I found her struggling to breathe and sort of paralyzed." "Is the condition of the door your doing or Denver's?" "Mine." He replied. "She couldn’t open it, and I didn’t know if he was in here with her. But he wasn’t," he added instantly assuring me, so I didn't have to ask. "He must have run off before I got here." I swallowed, walked over to Amber with the blanket, and crouched down so I could wrap it around her and cover her up. "Are you okay?" I asked her, letting her see how worried I was. She looked up at me and nodded, absently stroking her fingers as if she was trying to restore blood flow to it. "I'm fine." She said. "You..." She
AMBER . When we got to his place this time around, it felt a lot different than it did weeks ago. For one thing, I had a small box, my schoolbag, and my yoga mat with me. Emmett insisted on carrying all of them while I was left with only my purse. "I really don't want to be a bother to you," I told him as we stepped inside his home. "You'll never be a bother. Besides, I enjoy your company a lot, and I plan on enjoying every single moment you're going to spend here since it's going to be short." He assured me. "I need to speak to Gracie. She deserves an apology and an explanation about today. But my phone is ruined." I whined. "I'm getting a new one tomorrow. I kind of keep forgetting that I have money now." I said, teasing him. He shrugged. "I can get it for you. Just tell me exactly what you need. Your sim card is still intact?" "Yes," I replied. "But I'll get it myself." "Not unless I beat you to it." He smiled at me. "We'll call your roommate tomorrow. You need to rest
"He did something with someone?" Emmett asked knowingly. I sighed. "There was a girl, my cousin... I don’t want to talk about it." I said, shaking my head. "Why?" "Because she treats me like shit and believes she can have whatever I have and after that, she'll dump it right back on me when she's done." "Damn." He sighed and I shrugged. "And as for him, he treated me like shit too. He had no self-control. It was a bad relationship, and it was the first time I’d ever fallen in love. But I had to cut things off when he got in with her." "And he let you?" Emmett asked. "Why wouldn't he?" He shrugged. "Some men take what they have for granted, and it takes a wake-up call to snap them out of it. I was curious to know if he was one of those types of men." "Well, I wanted a guy with enough awareness and intelligence to know what he had the moment he caught me. It shouldn’t take fucking me over for him to see my value. And if it does, then the relationship is over." I told him. "Th
"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