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2025-01-14 08:07:17Emerson Jackson was different when we first met.
I still remember that day like it all happened yesterday. He’d walked into the quaint, little coffee shop where I worked and ordered a shot of espresso and biscotti. Emerson is charming and handsome, so my female colleagues were naturally drawn to his wits and charm. They went out of their way to please him, while I stayed, tucked away behind the cash register, drooling from afar. I knew guys like him would never want to associate with girls that come from a less impressive background as mine, so imagine my surprise when he asked for my number that day. It felt like I’d gotten myself into a Hallmark movie or something.
After we became official, he gave me the best two damn months of my life.
Cinema and park dates, sleepovers, parties with friends, flying out of the country to visit renowned tourist attractions, all the good stuff to keep a girl happy. But after the second month, things dwindled. He now treats our relationship like it’s a chore or responsibility that’s being forced on him instead of something he enjoys, and I don’t even know why I still haven’t broken things up with him. Maybe because I know that my mom will be disappointed, and I wish I don’t care so much who she thinks is best for me.
My phone screen lights up again.
Emerson:We’re here. Finally.
I hurry to my window and take a peek out. Sure enough, a black SUV is parked at the side of the road and Emerson’s father, Nate Jackson is standing right in front of it, speaking with my Mom. Emerson gets out and walks to our front porch to wait.
My eyes linger on Nate Jackson, and I feel moisture gather in between my legs. God, he’s such a masterpiece. That straight black hair gelled and styled back makes him look younger than forty-one. His face is perfect, salt-and-pepper moustache trimmed and framing his high cheek bones. His eyes... Midnight black. They hold so many emotions sometimes, I want to stare into them and try to figure it all out, one after the other.
While Emerson treats me like some obligation he’s being forced to fulfill, Nate has been a lot more generous with compliments and questions about my welfare of late. And I can tell that he truly cares. It’s hard to explain, but he genuinely cares for me. It makes my chest ache sometimes, and I’ve found myself wishing I met him before his son.
I remember the first time I met him after Emerson threw party one random weekend and everyone got wasted, except me. The entire house was a mess the next morning, and I woke up early to help clean. Nate had walked in, furious as hell. “What the fuck? Did hell freeze over?”
My heart stopped right there. Everything else turned gray. He was the only thing of color. And I’m not some sappy girl who believes in love at first side, but he’s the only man who’s ever had such an effect on me, and if it’s love, then so be it. That was the moment I fell in love with him.
My screen lights up again, waking me up from my daydream. Shit. Emerson’s going to be so pissed.
Emerson:It’s been ten minutes. Where the hell are you?
Me:Coming!
Emerson:Five more minutes, and I’m leaving. You won’t waste my time like Dad did.
Geez. So romantic.
In truth, I just want to head over to his place and sleep. I don’t want to visit a bar, or anywhere else, but I don’t even know when next he’ll agree that he’s chanced to take me out like this. So why don’t we make the best use of what we have?
Slipping on a black body con dress, and black flats with no makeup, I lock my room door and head out front where he’s waiting.
“What took you so long, babe?” he asks, kissing my cheek faintly. His eyes returned to his phone, back to what he’s watching.
“I’m so sorry.”
“It’s fine. Go on ahead, I’ll be with you shortly.”
I catch a glimpse of what he’s watching on his phone. It’s a Tiktok video of a girl shaking her ass. She’s wearing only a thong. I suppress my questions, strutting towards the SUV where Nate stands now, leans against it. He beams as I approach, and my entire world stands at a spot.
Damn.
“Hello, Mr. Jackson,” I say, extending a hand which he takes graciously and brings it up to his lips. They brush nicely against my skin, our eyes locked, and I swear there’s a pool of water running down my legs. Fuck. “Fancy seeing you here with Emerson.”
“Ah, yes. I insisted on coming along with him. To see you.”
I laugh nervously. He released my hand, and I instantly miss the warmth. “Really? I’m not in trouble, am I?”
“Not at all. Fare from it. I’ve spoken with your parents though, and we’ve all agreed to keep it a surprise until the right time.” He stops speaking when Emerson draws closer.
“Great. You’ve seen her now. Satisfied?” he grumbled.
Nate ignored him. “A pleasure meeting you, Anna. We’ll discuss more later. Enjoy your date.”
And with that he bounces off the SUV and begin walking down the street.
Emerson opens the passenger door for me, but I’m having a hard time looking away from Nate’s turned back.
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Hurt unlike any I’ve ever felt before floods my chest. I clasp a hand above it, heaving. Emerson notices and frowns.“Are you okay, Anna?”“W-Why do you have a girl’s panties on your settee?”For a split second, he blanks out. As he struggles to recover, I see the guilt pooling in the depths of his eyes. “Um,” he glances at the panties, then back at me. “Listen... it’s not what you think.”“I can’t believe this,” I croak, close to tears. “You’ve been cheating? Behind me? After everything...”“No, you don’t understand. Those...those are not...they belong to Daniel’s girl. The, um, the girl he banged last night...hey, where are you going?”I tuck my purse underneath my armpit and fix him a glare. “Save your excuses. I’m not five.” And with that, I sashay towards the door.“What the fuck...where are you... Anastasia!” he calls after me but doesn’t move an inch from the couch.For some sick, twisted reason, I expect him to come after me. To apologize. To promise to make it up to me, but h
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