After sharing a passionate kiss, Tyler carried her in a bridal style and laid her down on her bed, he resisted the urge to make love to her because she was drunk. He wants to do it with her when she's not drunk so that she could feel whatever he's doing to her body, he would love to see her react to his touch. He covered her with her blanket before retiring to his room.
Things has been awkward between them after that night. Emily has been avoiding Tyler, the fact that she has fallen in love with him after promising herself not to give in to any man scares her. Knowing that he's younger than her made her feel like she's committing a crime.She acts coldly towards him but that doesn't change the fact that she couldn't let that night out of her head. There's a part of her that is broken and he happens to be the only one that could fix it, her body and soul longs so much for him.She has so much control over her body and situations except how she feels towards Tyler and it scares her a lot. It felt like her body was betraying her, she decided to keep her distance from him.While Celine was out there plotting against Emily, Roy was going to clubs and drinking himself to stupor, he regretted getting married to Celine and wished Emily would take him back. He staggered to her house reeking of alcohol and shouting her name. She came out of her bedroom and saw him sitting down on the floor of her sitting room, she knew that a day like this will come. she was so excited, she has waited patiently for this day."Leave my house before I make you regret coming here" She said to him and was about leaving when he grabbed her hand violently."Let go of me" she said to him but he still held her. Tyler was in his room when he heard Emily's voice, it sounded as if she was in pains. He hurried downstairs and saw Roy, he went to him and threw a punch on his face and He landed on the floor wincing in pain and his lips started bleeding."Are you okay?" He asked Emily after chasing Roy away, you could tell he was worried about her."I'm fine" she replied abruptly but Tyler saw a small wound on her hand and there was blood coming out of it."Let me take care of that", He held her hand, he wants to treat her wound but she won't let him, she was being so stubborn about it and Tyler wasn't ready to give in."Forget it, I can take care of myself"."Do I look like I'm going to listen to you" He asked and she stared at him, his worried face has a mixture of anger."Won't you ask me any questions about what happened this night?". She was expecting him to ask her questions about Roy, she was going to tell him anyway, she doesn't know why but she feels like she owes him an explanation."I don't want to make you uncomfortable, he doesn't look like someone you want to talk about", he blew some air into her wound so that she won't feel much pain."His name is Roy, he's my sister's husband and......my.....ex" she managed to say and she was struck by his piercing blue eyes. He took a step a close to her and his gaze was so intense."Can you you open up your heart to me?, I want to be part of your life. I want to enjoy and suffer with you, I don't want you to carry your burdens alone" He whispered into her ear in a soft tone and her legs weakened.He held her face and brought it closer to his face, he looked into her eyes in the way that makes her want to let him have his way with her. He has a way of making her feel so much desire, no one has ever made her feel so good the way he does."It's not that easy" she said and looked away. Her experience with Roy left a huge scar in her heart and she's so scared of falling in love again, she don't think her heart can take in more heartbreaks. But, there's something in her that keeps telling her that Tyler is different. The way he looks and cares for her says it all. He looks at her like she's the only thing that matters to him in the world."Don't you feel like you shouldn't be dating someone older than you?" She asked staring at him."I don't care about the age difference, I just want to be with you. I know I'm not wealthy and influential like you but I still want to give my all to you. Please let me in" he pleaded softly and she fell into his arms, she could feel her tears falling freely down her cheeks. He hugged her tightly and whispered into her ear "I will never let go of you". ★★★★★Emily was getting ready to go out for dinner in her parents house, it happens that every last day of the month, they come together as family and eat a meal together.She turns out to be the only one who doesn't enjoy the meal because her mom and Celine won't let her. They will keep throwing shades and saying mean words to her trying to make her uncomfortable. She was standing beside the dressing table when she felt someone's touch on her body, she smiled broadly knowing it was Tyler.He wrapped his hands around her waist, it feels so nice to have someone holding you in the gentlest way, full of love and affection. Just holding you with all the love they have, a home made just for you within those two arms, away from all the bad things of life. She felt so safe around him.The dinner started normally but things suddenly went south when her mom mentioned about her love life, she immediately excused herself and headed to the bathroom."Are you okay" Tyler asked as she came out of the bathroom."I'm not" She said sulking and He pecked her on her forehead. "I'm here for you" He said to her.Celine was coming to the bathroom when she saw Tyler pecking Her sister and immediately took pictures of them."Yes!, Finally I have something that can put her career on hold" She smirked.The night after the wedding was quiet and still, as if the world was holding its breath, watching the newlyweds as they began their journey together. Emily and Tyler returned to their private suite, hand in hand, wrapped in the soft afterglow of their wedding celebration. The air between them was filled with an intimate anticipation, their love radiating in every glance and touch.The room had been decorated with rose petals scattered across the bed and the scent of lavender drifting through the air, calming and inviting. A gentle light filled the room, illuminating the space just enough to cast a warm glow around them.As they entered, Tyler let out a soft laugh, turning to look at Emily. "I still can’t believe you’re mine," he murmured, reaching up to tuck a stray hair behind her ear.Emily smiled, her eyes shining as she looked at him. "And I can’t believe I get to love you every day."Tyler reached for her hand, drawing her close until there was no space between them. His gaze was
The sun shone brightly on the day of Emily and Tyler’s wedding, casting a warm glow over the carefully decorated garden. Flowers bloomed in vibrant colors, and the sweet scent of jasmine filled the air. Guests began to gather, a mix of family and friends, each one eager to witness the union of two people who had overcome so much to be together.Emily stood in her bridal suite, surrounded by her closest friends. The dress clung to her in all the right places, and the delicate lace veil framed her face perfectly. She could feel the excitement bubbling within her, a blend of nerves and sheer joy. Glancing in the mirror, she took a deep breath, allowing herself to soak in the moment.“Are you ready to become Mrs. Tyler Hudson?” Gracie, her maid of honor, asked with a grin.Emily nodded, her heart racing. “More than ready.”After the final touches were made, Emily made her way to the entrance of the garden, her heart pounding with anticipation. She could hear the gentle murmur of guests an
Emily sat on the edge of her bed, the weight of the past few weeks pressing down on her shoulders. After Celine's death, the dynamics within her family had shifted. She had always been distant from her mother, Mrs. Hudson, whose harsh words and criticism had left deep scars. But now, Emily found herself longing for connection, for the chance to mend the rift that had widened between them.Taking a deep breath, she reached for her phone and dialed her mother’s number. The phone rang twice before her mother picked up.“Emily,” Mrs. Hudson answered, her tone guarded yet curious.“Mom, can we talk? I really want to see you,” Emily said, her voice steady but filled with a hint of vulnerability.“I suppose so,” her mother replied reluctantly. “Where do you want to meet?”“Let’s just have dinner at home. I’ll cook,” Emily suggested, a nervous flutter in her stomach.There was a brief pause, then Mrs. Hudson replied, “Alright, I’ll be there.”Emily hung up, feeling a mix of anxiety and hope.
As days turned into weeks after Celine’s funeral, Emily found herself struggling to navigate her grief while trying to reconnect with Tyler. Their relationship, once vibrant and full of promise, now felt strained and distant, like a threadbare tapestry fraying at the edges. Emily knew that Tyler was hurting, and she wanted to be there for him, but every time she tried to bridge the gap, she was met with an unyielding wall of silence.One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of pink and gold, Emily decided to reach out. She texted Tyler, her fingers hovering over the keyboard for a moment before she hit send: "Can we talk? I miss you."Moments later, her phone buzzed. "Meet me at our spot?"Her heart lifted at the invitation. Their spot—an intimate little café tucked away on a quiet street—had been their go-to place for late-night conversations, laughter, and stolen kisses. She quickly got ready, feeling a flutter of anticipation and anxiety in her s
The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the cemetery as mourners gathered around Celine’s grave. The atmosphere was heavy with sorrow, a palpable grief that wrapped around each person like a shroud. Emily stood near the front, her heart aching as she watched the small casket being lowered into the earth, a bittersweet finality settling over her.She remembered Celine’s laughter, the way her eyes sparkled with mischief, and the countless moments they had shared together. Now, it felt like a piece of her own heart had been buried along with Celine. Tears streamed down Emily’s cheeks, the loss cutting deeper than she could have ever anticipated. She clenched her fists at her sides, fighting the urge to scream at the unfairness of it all.“Why did it have to be you?” she whispered to herself, the question echoing in her mind like a haunting refrain.As the ceremony progressed, Emily felt a soft touch on her shoulder. Turning, she saw Tyler standing beside her, his eyes
Celine stared at herself in the mirror, the reflection staring back at her revealing a ghost of the woman she once was. The dark circles under her eyes were deep, and her complexion was pallid, a stark reminder of her declining health. But today, she wanted to feel alive, to cherish one last evening with the people she loved most. She wanted to create memories that would linger, bittersweet yet precious, in the hearts of her family.As she moved about her bedroom, she carefully chose an outfit: a flowing emerald dress that accentuated her figure and a delicate necklace that sparkled under the light. It was her mother’s, a piece she’d treasured for years, and wearing it made her feel connected to the woman who had once been a formidable force in her life. Celine hoped that tonight would not only be a farewell but a reconciliation, a moment to mend the rifts that had formed over the years.Once dressed, she walked downstairs, the familiar scent of her mother’s cooking wafting through th