Emerson sighed, looking at me, and there was some flicker of vulnerability in his eyes. I hated doing this, turning his idea down, he probably planned a whole day, but I was being practical. I didn’t even know where this sudden idea of a date came from.“Fine,” he said after a moment, his tone defeated. “You know what? Focus. On your revenge, focus on what you have to do. I... I just thought maybe you needed to relax, and have some fun. I thought maybe we could spend some time together. But it seems like you're not in the mood for that right now, so... whenever you change your mind, I'm here."I smiled, feeling a bit sad inside, I did want to spend time with him…. but I had to put on a brave face. “I understand, a lot. I just know that when I go back to work, with everything that’s been said... and knowing Eric, I have to be ready for it. We'll do it another time, maybe next weekend? After we get through this first week back at work.”He nodded, though there was still a hint of disap
Emerson's tongue moves with mine, our breaths mingling, and the kiss deepening. I open up to him, letting him lead, giving back just as much as I get. He pulls me closer with his hands on my waist as they wander towards my neck, pulling my hair to the side gently so he's able to take my mouth harder in his. Fingers threading through my hair like he’s gripping onto something fragile, pulling me closer to him so our bodies are touching. The pressure of his lips and the heat of him is magical. His hand is on my waist, massaging me, touching me, exploring me, sending a heat wave towards my core centre and I feel hot all over. My body reacts instinctively, one hand moving to his neck, holding him closer, the other sliding along his arm. I can feel my body shift, my desire cheering me on to climb onto him when suddenly….Crash!The sound is sharp, cutting all the sexual tension between us. We both freeze, our heads snapping towards the source. Madeline stands there, eyes wide and filled w
I got to the office early, as I usually did, though not as early as I had planned. A few people were already there. I smiled and waved, bringing back the old Mina, the one they all remembered. They greeted me back, but behind their tight, sarcastic smiles, I could see the judgment. They thought they knew everything, just because they had read a few articles about me in some magazines online. I took it in stride and walked into my office, shutting the door behind me.I started working on a document I had been working on before my leave. At exactly 8 o'clock, Eric walked in. His presence was unmistakable, and I could feel the air get charged immediately. I smiled brightly, expecting him to throw his first punch. He walked in with an air of confidence, his smile too big, too wide, too smug. There was a look in his eyes, one of triumph, that immediately put me on alert. He had something up his sleeve."Good morning, Eric. How may I help you?" I asked, keeping my voice professional, supp
The smugness on Eric's face faltered, and before he could find or gather something to say, I continued, "If you want to keep your job, I suggest you get out of my office and start working on the project I placed on your desk…..the one I’m sure you haven’t even touched yet. I am not doing your work for you anymore."I gave him a mocking smile, my voice filled with fake happiness and pleasantries. "I know you just got back from your honeymoon. Congrats on your wedding, by the way. But now it’s time to get back to work."I snapped my fingers twice. "Cha-cha, Eric. Please. Go. To. Work."His eyes widened in fury, his voice dripping with contempt as he spat, "Are you crazy or just stupid?"Unbothered, I calmly reached for the letter, handing it to him. "You might want to read this," I said, my tone as casual, calm and collected as ever. As Eric scanned the document, I could see the colour drain from his face. Whatever confidence he had walked in with was now evaporating, leaving him
I watched him Eric leave, a smirk playing on my lips as I leaned back in my chair, already knowing how this was going to end.I took my time, instructing my secretary and Wendy, the nosiest woman in the office, to start clearing out Eric’s belongings. Wendy, who had a talent for poking her head into everything, was all too eager to get involved. The two worked silently, putting Eric's things into boxes while moving my belongings into the corner office that had once been his. I sat in his chair, turning it around, letting my eyes watch over the view and admiring the space. As much as I knew this position came partly due to my relationship with Emerson, I also knew I had worked damn hard for it. I deserved this and I didn't care how I got it. I would have done the morally right thing by waiting for Eric to clear out his own office, but considering how he had treated me this morning, he didn't deserve it. Plus I knew he was going to make a fuss. As they continued setting up, I couldn't
Eric’s eyes shifted towards me, his eyes sharp, accusing and hostile. "You," he hissed, "humiliating me, using him against me!""Eric, you need to calm down," I said, trying to maintain composure as he began walking toward me. His movements were tense, deliberate. There was something dangerous in the way he carried himself, something that told me he wasn't thinking clearly and he might do something he would later regret."Eric, stop going after her," Emerson's voice interrupted, still controlled, but I could see a slight irritation or maybe fear in his eyesBut Eric wasn't listening. He was in too deep. "You're telling me you can't see through her? You can't see through what she's doing to you?" His voice rose with desperation. "She doesn't love you. She married you to hurt me!"Eric's voice cracked. Betrayal and disbelief in his words. "You are my father. I can't believe you're standing with this woman to get revenge on your own son, to hurt your own son." He pointed to himself, h
I glanced between Emerson and Eric, at them both. Emerson looked at his son, and then back at me. I could see the struggle in his eyes, the battle inside him. When I asked Emerson to marry me that night, after he proposed to me, I never expected it to reach this far, to be standing at this crossroads. To destroy Emerson's relationship with his son, his only child.I know Emerson didn’t grow up with any siblings, and Eric is the only family he has left in this world. Eric knows this too, and that’s why he’s using it as a weapon, trying to force his father’s hand.Eric and Emerson are not very close, But They’ve always had a good relationship, at least as much as one could expect given everything they’d been through. When Eric was younger, he used to be his father’s shadow, always by his side. The two were like peas in a pod, Eric looked up to his father. But after Emerson's marriage fell apart and he caught his wife with another man, it created a rift between him and his son. Eric h
When Eric left, Emerson sighed deeply, his eyes shifting towards me. "What the hell was that?" he asked flatly, the disbelief and displeasure unmistakable. He really didn’t want me to quit, and now, it was clear he was also angry."Oh, please don’t be angry, Emerson," I tried to say as I walked towards him, but he silenced and stopped me with his hand, stopping me in my tracks."Let’s go inside. I’m not having another match out here," he said, his voice filled with frustration. "Eric was enough for a lifetime."We walked inside towards his secretary’s desk. She must have been listening in, as she did her best to appear disinterested in us, fiddling with papers and avoiding eye contact. But it was obvious she had been eavesdropping, and I couldn’t blame her. The screaming had been enough to draw anyone’s attention.Emerson didn’t spare her a glance as he marched straight into his office. I followed quietly behind. He opened the door and stood by it, waiting for me to pass through. Th