Emily's POV:
Pretending to love him was never tough for me. With a genuine smile on my face, a slight flush of cheeks, the? rigorous beating of heart, sweatiness of palm, butterflies in the stomach or the stuttering of my tongue, I was familiar with all types of symptoms of love.
Because I had experienced all of them. In mere twenty years.
Edward's parents came to visit us, giving us the wedding gift for our honeymoon. Bam!
What had they given us? Tickets to a seven days trip to Mauritius. Sounds dreamy right? Well, it ain't any dream, I am telling ya!
I was happy; a little trip could warm up my insides. Some fresh air was necessary to ease up my very disturbed mind. Ed
Emily's POV:I woke up early, my legs entangled with Edward's, his arms scooping me up till our cheeks were touching. I gasped, feeling something poking on my lower stomach. I put hands on my mouth from making any sort of noise.I knew very well what it was, I was once a medical student for Merlin's sake!I tried to remove his hands, my fingers grabbing his arms carefully to his side only to sigh in vain. He scooped me closer instead, his hot breath fanning my neck, tickling my senses and producing goosebumps on my arms. I tried to wriggle again after several attempts going in vain, I huffed."Edward, I am being suffocated, can you move a little?" I whispered."Mmm, " h
Mia's Pov:I was getting tensed with the progress of time. He wasn't showing any progress in his health, his forehead still burning as hot as lava.I took a wet strip of cloth, dripping from the bowl, squeezed it and placed it on his forehead. His porridge was turning cold but he wasn't eating it, saying his throat hurt."Jake, you gotta eat it otherwise I will be having trouble feeding you the medicines. They won't work on an empty stomach, " I said, caressing his hair. He made no sound of approval, his nose was all red from sneezing, his skin pale with fever and cold. I let him sleep. What else can I do besides nursing him?I went to his kitchen, placed the porridge on the counter, covering it before going back to his room. His roo
Mia's Pov:I was preparing myself another cup of tea, as Jake refused to let me go alone to my house which was just ten blocks away!He was crazy! Totally crazy!I sipped the last drop before entering the washroom to take a shower, taking my clothes which Jake went to take from my house. He actually refused me smoothly not to even walk outside his house when I was without my bra!I couldn't even imagine what else he must have seen when ransacking my closet, my girl stuff mustn't have gone unnoticed by his view!I kicked the shower water in the air to ease my pent up my frustration. I almost slipped, a scream escaping my mouth before I gripped tap to mobilise myself. I s
Mia's POV:I woke up to the sound of something crashing on the floor. I hurried to Jake's room, too afraid to check my own."Are you okay? Did you fall?" I asked, worried about him. "I told you not to walk two steps out of that fucking bed of yours and you- AH!" I cried, instantly groaning in pain when my legs landed on something sharp. I sat on the floor with pain, water seeping into fibres of my jeans."Don't come here, Mia! I think I broke-what the hell! You stepped on the broken glass vase!" Jake said, hurrying towards me cautiously, immediately pulling me upwards by arms to make me sit on his bed.He looked at me, his eyes red, indicating his lack of sleep, gripping my legs to put them on his lap.
Mia's Pov:I was devastated. No, that shit was not happening with me. His company was way more precious to me than my own feelings, which he had been crushing since the day I met him.I quickly told dad I would call him later and cut the line.Ignoring my own pain, I ran towards Jake, grabbing his hands which were red from the hot coffee which was spilt over them just minutes ago. I blew air on his burning hand, making sure not to touch it when he pushed me not-so-gently."Don't touch me! I don't want anyone's help!" he growled at me, prying me off even far away from him. I stared at him, my eyes welling with tears. I quickly wiped them off with the back of my palm.Wha
Emily's POV:It had been a week since we last came to Mauritius. Sure, we enjoyed a lot if that 'we' includes Lara and Edward's short night visits, not to mention her throaty moans which I could hear even while peeing, and my long night walks across the streets of Mauritius alone, enjoying the view of metropolitan cities, driving in the car by myself.It was the last night of our stay, so I started to stuff my clothes back into the suitcase, ransacking the hotel closet neatly to find any other belongings. My fingers were then entangled with something which when I pulled out my hand from the pile, found it to be Lara's lacy black underwear. I instantly tossed it away, only to pick it up this time by my one finger, fully grabbing it before walking to Lara's room and turning the knob.I regretted as soon as I opened the door of Lara's room, ignoring the 'Do not disturb' sign as I saw Lara without her top, lying
Emily's Pov:I was baking a chocolate cake, frosting it with cream before sprinkling chocolate chips over it. No, it wasn't for Lara's birthday. It was for me.Surprise, surprise, it was my birthday too!And I was not sad because he had a gift already planned out for her. It was because he forgot my birthday over hers. I sighed.It wasn't the first time when he did that actually. When I first discovered that Lara and I share the same birthdate, I didn't really have any major problem with it, In fact, I was cool about it.As for Edward, his happiness was evident from his words "Now I have my two beautiful girls booked over on one date called a birthday."I poured wine in the glass, placing cake and other vegetables and fruits over the table. As it was only me, I prepared myself veggies to eat, because Edward called hours ago telling me
Emily's Pov:"Emi."Holy bullshit! Edward heard me.He saw me talking to a cake confessing my feelings for him! I pushed my face into dung mentally.Okay, don't panic, Emily! This happens, it is life, it is love but… It's my fucking birthday as well, my inner voice shouted.I looked at my right and left, planning a route of escape. Because I ain't no fairy tale princess who thinks that when her prince would hear of her secret feelings for him, he would confess romantically in front of her, kissing her and then they live happily ever after! That bullshit wasn't taking anyone anywhere.I know very well where I am standing in my life right now and how much a person likes me or loves me because if that weren't the case, I would never have gotten myself in this fake marriage from the start.That's why I rea
Edward's POV —"What in the name of everything miserable are you talking about? Did you two fight? Again—""We broke up. It felt like dragging a soulless animal and the weight was just too much to carry anymore than was necessary."Emily's eyes melted into moisture as she crossed the much needed two steps between them and grabbed his shoulders. Tipping on her toes, she engulfed him fully in the whirl of her femininity and emotions.Edward couldn't breathe, he didn't even dare move a muscle lest the moment should break and disappear into the bubble of longing and misery. Again.He was abhorrently tired of dreaming of her each night — whimpering, sighing, moaning and clinging to him just like she was doing now — and equally tired of having to play the role of a gentleman each time she was around him in reality.His hands found her back, shifting her weight,
Edward's POV —Marry me, Emily . Be my wife. Seize your rightful place in my heart. Be my queen as this king couldn't possibly rule his kingdom alone anymore while he still writhed each day for you and — your touch.The words were stuck in his head, singing their own emotions and their own feeling of happiness if ever they could come true.He gazed at her with adoration, not being able to play this game of cat and mouse anymore. Either he be the man and let her know he couldn't care a whit about how she thought of that fake marriage — because he was very well about the way on his knees again to offer the real one — or he be the coward and suffer his fate by seeing her getting snatched by someone else.But Emily wasn't a property. And it mattered to him a whole lot than he'd still hesitate to admit— about what she thought of him as her life partner in general.Perhaps, he should go about this in the modern way and not just jump right into the marriage. He didn't want to scare her away w
Like for-ever.Suddenly Edward was so shook to the core he pursed his lips in a thin line, trying to determine what that meant after he had this earth shattering conclusion in his mind.Or more precisely, what he should do next to give himself the release from this agony of having to wait upon Emily's every word, her every sigh and her thoroughly agonizing stories about her dates — with men — from a distance, just as her friend, as she did the same to him in his time of need — while also allowing himself the patience of watching her fall in love with someone else.That was not him.A sound escaped his throat, dangerously close to a growl and he heard Emily whimper in response. His jaw clicked, hands fisting on the back of her dress, nearly ripping the fabric to shreds.Emily found his eyes, asking for something, and he was sure he knew what she was searching for. He damn well knew he was b
Edward's POV —And now that bleak dot of happy memories, their marriage, their home, their friendship, their relationship as husband and a wife — not only didn't even exist but was more on the verge of burning him alive than anything he ever had to face in his life.How he regretted each moment of his foolishness with every fibre of his being. How he would do anything, anything, to get back to that phase life again and make amends so that he would never have to face himself in the mirror each day — with shame, guilt, regret, misery, desperation and longing.As his thoughts turned to a more dangerous direction, he trapped her waist in his demanding hands, his fingers curling possessively at the curve of her hips. He closed his eyes in the damn efforts to calm his feelings down lest he should do what he shouldn't be doing to Emily now that they weren't married anymore, or bloody hell, what he shouldn't be doing — to her — even during
Edward's POV —Edward didn't really have any problem with Eric succeeding him, animosities of supposed jealousy aside which he was sure would do him no benefit in the future, both in their status as blood-related cousins or the business partners.But he wasn't sure Eric would be up-to this deal. As far as he remembered his achievements and the future ambitions he had for himself, Eric already established and owns a Gaming Company. And it'd be too difficult for him to operate both at once if he would be pressured too much to take over the Jones.On the other hand, Eric wasn't as diligent as he let on and so he wouldn't necessarily agree to take over the Company by leaving his own dream which he worked so hard on for years behind him. So would that make him selfish to wish for his cousin to just take over Jones and employ someone else as a substitute for his own Company? Yes, it sure was selfish, he thought. He had already lost
Edward's POV—"Am I too late to beg for your forgiveness and perhaps for you to provide me with something to eat as well?" Edward asked tentatively, gauging Emily's reaction. "I mean to say if you're not still in habit of collecting dead bodies, or if you're looking forward to adding me in your special collection."Emily looked at him in mock disbelief and he added with a wink, "That'd cost you billions by the way, and you should also add millions spent in kneeling in front of judges to get you out of jail for the possible murder due to starvation and hiding the remains. And the public interest wouldn't be of much support either since'' He added with a great dignity, "I'm kind of an important person and from what I've known from my secretary and tabloids, I have a supposed FanClub too. You'd be confined to life imprisonment forever. I'd never wish for you to-""Or I could just drag your half-dead corpse across this snow and dump it on the oil con
Edward's POV — He broke out of his reverie to discover his name upon her delectable lips. "Yes?" Her name came out rather breathless after."Your hands are cold. " She put her hand on his forehead and arched her eyebrow. "But your forehead is burning." Then, she cupped his whole face in her hand. "Your cheeks are hot too. Are you okay, Edward? Did you catch a cold?" "I'm okay," He said as he quickly removed himself from her and stood at a distance. "It's nothing." He said breathlessly as if he had been caught off-handed kissing her here in his mind.She ran his fingers along his back and observed that he was wet too. "I think you should go back now. Temperature is too low, you'll get sick in no time-" She said and then, she sneezed two times. Herself.They both looked at each other. A slow smile curled at her lips and then into a full blown laughter. He laughed along with her. "See, see, who nags a lot and catches a cold. Hers
Hey guys, so as promised, there is the second update to the previous chapter.Enjoy!Edward's POV-It was entirely his fault, for he shouldn't have proposed such a horrendous proposal to her. If he was in his right state of mind, he would have slapped himself for doing so with his best friend.How could he be stupid enough to think that marrying Emily would grant him the freedom to woo and have an affair with Lara as much as possible? Wouldn't that make him a cheating bastard?He didn't think of it as a long term journey, he was sure. For the one time he gave his tomboyish friend an opportunity to marry in her life, he provided her with fake vows and kissed her ever so quickly to seal his lies on her lips forever? He couldn't quite name the worse name for his bastard self for making Emily go through such a humiliation for his sake. He publicly rejected her when instead, he should've protected her. The girl didn't have
[ Excerpt of Book - II ]She came forward and hugged his waist, her head on his heart, the fear he'd never fathom ran across his wildly pumping veins as he wondered if she'll ever get to know that this time, the reason of his heavy breathing, sweaty palms, consistent bobbing Adam's Apple, dry mouth and his urge to keep her close, as close as nothing ever went through him, is not because of his state of inebriation. It's because she's standing so close to him, the irony she stood this close to him since forever while he took more than eternity, like a fool he's always been, to realise the reason he never let those three words of truth, those three words of confession, those three words any woman would love to hear from her lover's mouth, leave his lips for some other woman he thought he loved, because his knowing heart has already said it to this lovely soul hugging him close to his heart, a long time ago, and believed it necessary not to tell him that he can never be anyone else's un