4. Emma

Present

September 2016

His hoarse voice made my body come alive.

It was as if I activated the muscle memory that had been dormant, waiting for the only man who could make me vibrate. So, I took all the muster of my willpower not to give in to it, to remind myself that what Luc was doing to me was a humiliation.

That's why I didn't hesitate to turn things around.

"As you like, Mr. Basciano.

He sat up in bed, with a cretino's expression to watch the spectacle.

I smiled with amusement, took off my jacket and then his expression changed to an indecipherable one that I couldn't understand clearly. That made me almost faint before his gray eyes, before his perfect features that reflected expressions of longing that I instantly hated.

I let go of the garment with some anger, pulled down my skirt gently, so blatantly that I could see a trace of annoyance in Luc. That prompted me to be more daring, I opened my top freeing my breasts and seeing that Luc's interest shamelessly I threw it in his face with malice.

I slowly took off my boots, then the thong I was carrying, and smiled at him in a clear challenge.

"What do you want me to do to you?"

"You know, you can be a torturing little thing..."

Luc got up with, crept up and grabbed my blonde hair devotedly.

"Do you really think I could torture someone?" I asked innocently.

"I don't think so, Emma, I'm quite sure of that.

"Yes, you say so..."

Then he gently grabbed the back of my neck and looked me in the eyes without fear.

"You're very bad, princess.

It was the second time I'd said the damn nickname and I hated it.

"I'm not bad, I'm just a whore," I had the audacity to lick her chin, "so tell me what you want me to do to you."

At that moment he let go of me.

Despite having me before him as God brought me into the world, he just ignored that and gave me a sweet kiss on the forehead that killed the whole atmosphere.

"We'll just sleep, Emma," he said so grimly that it shook me.

He dodged me by getting up and heading to the bathroom as if he couldn't bear to be there, in that ungainly accident we were together. I followed him with my eyes, not understanding that for the first time I had been rejected.

For a woman who lived off the attention of men, that was a straight kick in my armor.

"This is unbelievable...”

I dressed comfortably, waited for her to come out of the damn bathroom, and went inside to take a shower, remove my makeup, and be ready for bed. When I returned, he was already on his side of the bed, pretty much on the sidelines of everything, so I followed his lead, lying at the other end, as far away from him as I could.

The problem was that she was too tense, so tense for him to notice.

"Don't worry, Emma, you don't have to be tense..."

"Don't worry Mr. Basciano, I do what I am asked to do, and if you want to sleep with me, you will sleep with me."

"I hope you don't leave while I'm sleeping, Emma.

"Why should I leave if he hasn't even consumed?"

The question didn't come out with malice, it was very genuine.

"Believe it or not, Emma, I didn't bring you with me to consume you.

He was far from that, so I refrained from saying four swear words to him.

I just closed my eyes and called for calm, tranquility so that I could get some sleep, only it was practically impossible for him. The warmth that Luc emanated reminded me of moments that I had imprisoned in a dark corner of the back of my mind. 

It was a torture that made the environment feel alive.

A few minutes later I heard a soft sigh, I closed my eyes so I couldn't see anything, but the damn tears won the battle.

"I hope I never see you again."

I woke up with mixed feelings.

I couldn't sleep well, it was difficult for me to be in the same bed as him, as much as the fact that at that moment the man I hated was getting an erection.

The funny thing is that a lot of things in him changed, except for the damn morning erection.

That led me to moments where that erection made me happy and the thread of those thoughts somehow turned me on like I had never been turned on in years. That's why I closed my eyes tightly, then rolled over in an attempt to fall asleep and remind myself how much I hated this man.

"Are you curious?"

"I don't know what you're talking about..."

"I felt you awake, but I pretended to be asleep to see what the hell you were doing, so all I noticed was that you were watching me. That's why I ask you again, are you curious, Emma?

I turned to look him in the eye angrily.

"Why was I curious about you, Mr. Basciano?"

"Something tells me it's something you have to answer, though," he quickly put me on my back, making me gasp, and climbed on top of me, "it's something I'm going to explode."

Without further ado, Luc kissed me.

That kiss was like an explosion of colors.

For a moment I forgot everything and surrendered to the fact that I was feeling something that I hadn't felt for a long time, that it felt as alive as it hadn't been in years.

The sensation of that tongue running through the recesses of my mouth was like feeling paradise itself. The reality was suffocating, but they were enjoying omitting it.

For a moment we were back to being the young people in love, the fools who let themselves be carried away by passion, those who let off steam madly, who explored themselves to the point of losing track of time and who only overflowed into each other's arms.

I moaned with pleasure as he began to rub against me, stimulating me in such a way that I felt the fire running through my strangers exquisitely. That's why I was so bold as to go straight to take her member, which made Luc stop the kiss, then she looked at me with such longing that I knew I had screwed up.

"Shit, this is wrong.”

I couldn't help but say those words.

And it was the very thing that made him walk away too quickly to go straight to the bathroom, without even saying anything else.

"I screwed up, oh my God..."

I sat up in bed, my breath ragged.

I pondered for a few seconds before the rage brought some common sense back.

"Why should I feel bad for a guy who not only cheated on me, but left me stranded at the worst time of my life?" No... What that deserves is my contempt.”

The best thing I could do was to use the fever to my advantage, I knew that just as he had an effect on me, I had a great effect on Luc. With that in mind, I grabbed my things and waited for him to come out of the bathroom to settle in.

He ignored me and I decided to smile sarcastically.

He was too much of an imbecile, the wretched one.

I finished my business quickly and, on my way, out, the smell of fruit, coffee and cakes flooded my nostrils, which slowed me down enough not to send it all down the drain. If there's one thing I'd learned, after going hungry in hard times, it was that food always won.

"I ordered breakfast, you must be hungry so help yourself if you feel like it."

Luc's offer was nothing more than an olive branch.

I helped myself to a little bit of everything, indulged myself without taking it into account and when I was satisfied, I left the empty plate in the cart.

This is the time, now or never Emma, she thought gracefully to get me out of that mess.

"When do you want me to do my job?" I asked with a hateful grin.

“Do you have a preference with hours?”

"You know I can do it at any time of the day," Luc said with an arrogant smile. It seems that you are the one who wants to start executing your arts and you have barely finished eating.

He had hit the nail on the head.

"Eating isn't a problem about it..." But really, I hope he tells me what he needs from me.

He took his time to think about a moment that seemed eternal. Let's see how true are the recommendations I received from you... What do you do with that beautiful mouth that God gave you?

He's a bastard.

I controlled my reaction to sending him to hell with all his stupid money, while shivers ran through my body because of his words spoken in a bitter tone. I knew where the problem was coming from: that I had denied him oral sex when we were together.

He wanted a lesson; I was going to teach him a lesson that would make him squirm.

"Okay," I said as I reached for a ponytail and pulled into a high bun, "let's make every damn penny worth it.”