Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.
At this point in her life, she was heartbroken, depressed and done pretending to be happy when she was clearly not. She just wanted to escape, run away and have a crazy adventure.Little did she know that she would regret making that wish.Emily WarnerI was depressed.I haven’t gotten out of my bed for two days now. Going to sleep knowing that no man is attracted to me and that I am unlovable is now calming to me.I was ashamed, all my friends were in a happy relationship.I was happy for all of them but I hated how jealous I was. I just found out that Elizabeth and Victoria were pregnant, there is something going on with Danika and Jake, lastly Landon was also invested in a girl.And what am I doing you ask?I am sitting in front of the television every night with a bottle of wine and scrolling through happy engagement pictures of Hank Simmons.I lied to everyone, my family, friends and coworkers. I told them I am going on a trip to the Bahamas but what was I actually going to do? Sit in my bed, crying and making weird ass noises to express the pain I can’t put into words.I think even my cat is worried about me now.Hank Simmons was th
Emily Warner My eyes widened and his hands instinctively covered my mouth as he realized I was about to scream.I tried to fight him off but I think those were like baby punches for him. He just looked at me deep in my eyes as he put a finger on his mouth, almost requesting me not to shout.I looked at him and his eyes were pitch black, he had an unsettlingly symmetrical face as he stood taller to me and possibly taller to my door frame.I took in his clothing and they looked like military tracks and shoes with a forest green t-shirt. They weren’t excessively tight but I could still see his muscles prominently.Maybe he is a military guy who has been wronged even though he is a patriot and loves his country to death.What if he is from a rival nation?Okay I need to stop binge watching on Netflix because this is getting out of hand.I looked up at him, his eyes were on the door but his hand didn’t loosen around my mouth even for a second.I
Emily Warner“So which is why I kind of wished that spilling beans actually meant spilling milk and vice versa because I genuinely think, I am pretty passionate about this matter. It so close to my heart th-" I pour my heart out as he rubs his ridiculously handsome face, probably wondering how we got to this point in our conversation.Honestly I don’t remember either.“No, enough. I can’t do this. I should have taped your mouth instead of your hands.” He says as he unlocks my handcuffs.“Now listen to me, open the door, take the food and then shut it immediately. Without a word. I will be right behind you, out of his sight, so that you don’t try anything.” He tells me, his face close to my ear, making shivers pass down my spine.No man smells this fucking good.“Okay but he will wonder who you are if he sees you.” I say as I take in a deep breath, trying to calm myself down.How bad is it that I am actually not scared of this guy or this situation?
Emily Warner I heard a click noise, my eyes snapped down to look at my handcuffed hands.“What why?” I cry out while trying to wiggle my not so slender hands out of the cuffs.“Sorry, sweetheart. Your mind runs wild and I can’t trust it. So till the time I feel like you are a flight risk, you’ll be handcuffed.” He says with the most beautiful smile on his face, making my heart melt into a puddle.“Now, can I tell you my spilling milk and beans theory?” I ask as I breathe out loudly like I am doing a favor on him.“No, I can’t do this anymore. You went on about it for 5 minutes, that’s when I understood how long five minutes actually are. No offence.” He groans loudly, making my jaw fall as I take offence to each and every word.He chuckles at my facial expression before sitting back on the couch, stretching his strong arms out. That were wrapped around me a few minutes ago as he..Emily, snap out of it.“It’s b
Emily Warner“Okay can you at least tell me your name? You’ve been living here for a day now and you have been on that WRETCHED LAPTOP the entire time. See, I am tired and hungry, also I need to shower and change my clothes. Please!!” I yell as I look at him typing away on the laptop, paying me no heed.This hot jerk.“Well, you can call me Carter but that’s not my name and yes, you can shower. I won’t tell you my name because I am leaving soon and I don’t want to leave any traces or information. Yes, you can shower and change. I'll cook some food for us.” He says as he finally keeps my laptop aside after hours and heads towards me.My breathing elevates as I gulp my saliva when this tall strong guy approaches me as I try to not look at his muscles that were prominent through his clothes. Thankfully, I had a few men’s clothing lying around, don’t ask me why.Fine, I think they are very comfortable for some reason so I bought them.
Emily Warner Could be anyone from the police, mafia or just a salesman.What if the salesman is an undercover cop?“Emily… Emily.” I look up to see him waving his hand in front of my face, “Go open the door. We are sticking with the story where I am your boyfriend okay?” He whispers as I nod and brace myself, “Are you sure you can do this?”“Of course, why can’t I? Because I am a woman?” I say in an accusatory tone, making him purse his lips and shake his head, almost giving up on me.“Well, for starters, you are shaking with nervousness.”“You are mistaken, you are looking at a woman trembling with confidence.”“Oh my bad.” He says in a mocking tone.Imma punch the hot guy.The bell rings again, making me hurry up and open the door. My jaw falls as I look at Hank standing in front of me.“I knew you would be here. I knew you were not on a vacation. I am sorry, Emily.” He says as he looks at me the same way he used to. My heart fell as t
Emily Warner“Why am I here with you? You could have gone to the market on your own, there is no need for me to come here with you. Unless, you took my advice and started considering me a threat? Oh my god, Carter, that’s so sweet of you. Thank you.” I say as I smile widely as we walk through Target, pleased that now I am considered a dangerous hostage.It’s so flattering.“Sure.” He says monotonously, barely paying any attention to me, as he looked around.“Also, I need you with me so I look less suspicious, someone like you can balance me out.” He says as I look at his appearance.Yes, he looked like a criminal.Wait, did he say ‘someone like me’?“What’s that supposed to mean?” I say in an angry tone, making him smirk a little as he shakes his head.“For your information, I got detention three times.” I say as I walk ahead to see a mountain of Nutella jars, arranged in a beautiful way.This is what I
Emily Warner “You know if we walk like this, people might suspect something strange going on here.” I whisper it to him, making him raise his eyebrows in that damned sexy way.“What do you mean?” He asks as he goes through a few clothes for him.“You are tightly holding me in place like I am a kitten and you are barely talking to me.. Also, we don’t seem like an ideal couple so I feel like-“ I explain but I stop as he completely lets go of me.“You are right. This does look weird. Hold my arm and walk with me and occasionally laugh at my jokes.” He says as my eyes go to his huge biceps, making me blush.I shyly link our arms before resting my head on him and walking ahead as he picked up infinite number of items.“You k-kissed my neck and did stuff to me.” I blurt out as my face heats up. I wanted to talk about this for a long time but I was too nervous to bring it up.“Yes I did. Did you not like it?” He asks me in an