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His sidepiece Four years.
EMMA.I didn't want to believe what I just heard. “Four years?” I asked, in confirmation. I dropped the drink in my hand.Laura beamed, and for the first time, I noticed the dark hint to her smile. I touched my stomach gently. “Yes, four years,” she affirmed. I knew she wanted me to be fully aware of her stand.I closed my eyes for a few seconds. It all made sense now. Why John disliked her, why he didn't want me interacting with her. “I need to leave.” I said, as I reached out for my bag.Laura's smile faded. “We have a lot to talk about. Why are you leaving?”“I'm leaving because I want to.” I affirmed. I picked up my bag, and rose from my seat.“Maybe next time?”I shook my head, “No. Never.”“Aw, I had a lot to say to you. There are some things you need to know about the man you're playing with,” I eyed her suspiciously. I had somehow found myself in the net of the jealous ex.“Whatever information you have can be sent to my mail. My assistant will filter it, and get back to me
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EMMA.I couldn't breathe. As soon as I got to my apartment, I bursted the door open and ran into my room. I could barely see, as my eyes were clouded with tears. I held onto my chest, feeling as though I would faint. I had lived a great deal of my life hating my mother because she was a mistress. I blamed her for our family not having a father figure. Now, I was no different.I turned the lock on the door to my room as I heard footsteps approaching.“Emma,” Aaliyah’s voice called out. I couldn't muster up a reply.“Emma,” she called me, again. Her voice was hollow, and fragile. “I'm fine,” I muttered between tears. “I just need a minute alone,”I heard her tap the door gently with the tip of her fingers. “Fine, but if you're not out in an hour, I'll bust this door.” She threatened.“I'll be out in an hour,” I replied. I just needed some time alone. I wiped my eyes, as I pulled off my shoes. I laid lazily on the bed. I heard Aaliyah, and John conversing.“She's in her room,” Aaliya
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EMMA.Today, I had to drag my soul off the foam. For a minute, I considered not showing up to work. I wanted to call in sick, it would be my first time. But then, Aaliyah had hopped into my room with a thousand ideas on activities we could carry out for fun. As much as I loved her, I wasn't in the mood for fun, and games. I just wanted to get my mind off the tension in my life.I punched Anna's line, waiting for her to pick up.“Hello,”“Hey, please get me a cup of coffee. Black, and no sugar.” I demanded. I heard her hesitate on the phone before she replied, “okay, I'll be there soon.”I ended the call. I was met with the pile of work I had left. In the last few days, I had gotten more work done, but Isabella's absence made it worthless. Not only did I have to assume her responsibilities, I was barely even compensated for it.I was still buried in thoughts when I heard my phone ring. I checked, only to find out John was calling. I buried the phone in my bag. I wasn't ready to speak t
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EMMA.For hours I remained in one position, trying to calculate a way to make things work. Aaliyah had passed by three times, and I noticed she occasionally looked into the note in my hand. I had scribbled lots of trash in it. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know how to strategize. Despite the panic I felt in my chest, my brain was blank.I wanted John…and Alex. Was it possible to want two men? Was I selfish?I took in a deep breath, wiping the tears from my eyes. I needed to think, not cry.Isabella had a sex tape. My sex tape. I slammed my forehead with my palm. How did I end up so reckless?I got off the chair, pacing through the room. I needed to act fast.All these years, I had been telling myself that I would drop the world in a heartbeat if Alex asked me to, but now I realized I couldn't.I wasn't just bothered about John finding out, I was bothered about the press. If it got to their hands, I was doomed. My career was ruined. Why didn't I just accept the fact that I would n
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EMMA.Quietly, I crossed my arms over my thighs as Alex's driver moved swiftly through the streets. I had no idea where we were headed. I didn't have my phone in hand, and I wasn't comfortable with Alex sitting next to me. I cleared my throat, trying to stifle the silence.He pulled a bottle of water from the side of his seat, and handed it over to me. I grudgingly received it. As annoyed as I was, I was thirsty. I gulped down the water quickly, causing it to trickle down my sweatshirt. He handed me a tissue.“I don't need one,” I replied. I wasn't that messed up. He stashed the tissue in a box.The ride continued silently. My eyes widened as we arrived at his destination.“I'm not going in there,” I quickly said. He had said we would be going out for dinner, not to a hotel. I would not be going into a hotel with him again. I had risked a lot for him, but my public face was not one I was willing to take.“You don't have to. Just sit here, and wait.” He replied, as he pushed the door
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EMMA.His lips were soft, and his tongue was minty. I parted my lips, giving him access to me. He pulled me towards him, and I felt his hands loosen the ropes on my trousers. I reached for his sweatshirt, pulling it over his head. He flung it towards the edge of the room.The room was hot and sizzling when he pulled me up, taking off my top. Before I could even understand what was going on, his hands went around me, unclasping my bra. He pulled it off, and gently laid me on the bed.I tried to remain quiet as his mouth enveloped my left nipples. His right hand gently teased my right nipples, as he nibbled. His tongue flicked on my nipple, causing me to gasp.Soon, he moved to the right, and his hand went between my legs. I was still wearing the joggers. I shifted, as he pulled them off, tossing them aside.I waited for him to take off my panties, but he didn't. His hands slid to the side, and I felt his fingers reach into me.“You're already wet,” he said with a low chuckle. His index
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ALEX.All through the ride to Isabella's house, my mind was clouded with numerous thoughts. What could Isabella use to threaten Emma? What made her so terrified? I knew Isa, and I knew she had no limits when it came to blackmail. I, myself, had been a victim of her schemes. I walked towards the building, noting the silence. I recalled one of my assistants mentioning Isabella chasing off almost all the staff.I ignored the thought as I pushed the door open.I was met with two cleaners, wiping the floors.They watched me as I approached them. Intimidation was obvious in their eyes.“Good evening, sir” they greeted, but I was in no mood to give a reply.“Where is she?”They kept mute.“whete the fuck is she?” I repeated.“She's at the family house,” one of them replied.I headed straight for my car. Why didn't I expect this of her? Of course she would try to turn my family against me. Brave of her to think she could hold my family against me after she almost ruined it.I instructed the
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EMMA.In three days, my mind had not been at rest. I was constantly on edge, checking my phone. I would constantly wonder where it went wrong. After my encounter with Isabella last night, my mood was beyond repairable. Throughout the night, I tossed and turned constantly worrying what it would take for Isabella to release that clip. It didn't help that I was still in bed with her husband that night.Despite all that I said, Alex still returned to me that night. Mentally, I was too exhausted to even battle words with him so I let him have his way. I, however, couldn't close my eyes the whole night. I asked him if he was still getting the divorce, but he brushed me aside. Telling me not to worry, and that wasn't helping matters. When I asked where he went to, and what happened there, I got an even lesser answer. He kept telling me not to worry, and it did make me worried. What if he offended Isabella? What if, in anger, she decided to release it to the press?I looked around to see if
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