Chapter 22.

Emma nervously swallowed the lump in her throat as she stared at the 'devil' in front of her, knowing his words were empty threats.

She couldn't afford to endanger the lives of her children, but having dinner with such a person wouldn't be a mistake.

“I'm waiting for your response, beautiful.” He said, and his hand reached for her chin, his fingers brushing against her skin.

“I need some time to think. I can't make a decision right now.” Emma responded and struggled out of his grasp.

Alex smirked and pushed her toward the elevator wall. He slammed her back against it and brought his face, intimidatingly, close to hers.

Emma didn't move away but kept staring at him. If he tried to kiss her again, her next step would be kicking him in the groin and screaming for help.

“You need time for what? Do you think this is a joke?” Alex asked, his eyes squinting at her.

“Oh, you believe that some posh characteristics that you're displaying can protect your kids now, but you're wrong. When