A sudden wave of dizziness and a strange feeling hit me seconds after I had taken a gulp of my favorite wine to calm myself down.I shook my head, trying to understand the sensation that suddenly took hold of me, making me hot all over."What is going on?" I asked myself in a low voice as I felt my manhood begin to rise of its own accord.This was bad. This was so bad.My wines were the best and had never made me feel this way since I had been drinking them over five years ago. I took a closer look at the bottle. It was similar, but as I lifted the cup to my lips for a second gulp, I realized that something was off.Why did this brand logo on the bottle look slightly different from my usual ones?I compared it with the others, barely able to see clearly as my testosterone ran wild.They were not the same.How the hell could my wines have gotten switched?I staggered briefly, dropping the cup of wine I had been drinking, holding my head.My mind was jumbled in a horny mess, and my trou
Emily's POVI felt my heart fly to my throat as Eric's grip tightened around my waist.My hands pressed against his chest to shove him away, but his hold was firm. He buried his head in my neck as he hugged me with a fierce passion like never before."Let me go, Eric!", I exclaimed, but he just nozzled his neck on my neck more, bending over. "Emily, I'm sorry. I was crazy to have treated you like trash in the past, when you truly were the only one who really loved me or saw the real me", he whispered passionately, staring into my eyes with an intense gaze. I was held spellbound by his stare as he continued to speak."Before my grandfather asked me to get married to you in his will, I had always admired you even though you never said anything to me because you couldn't, your eyes spoke to me more than your mouth could. I saw the care and love you had for me. I saw how you always looked out for me. You never let me out of your sight. You could not bear to see me hurt or in pain."Raw
Emily's POVI felt my blood boil.“What are you doing here, Eric? Where is Max?” I snapped.The chair I was seated on scraped the ground as I stood up abruptly.He chuckled lowly, staring at me.“You seem anxious to see him,” he commented, his eyes digesting my appearance. “Unfortunately, he can’t be here.”I scowled at him. “What are you talking about? He was supposed to meet me here.”“He can’t date my wife, so he isn’t here. I am, in his place.”I grew more annoyed at his games and grabbed my things angrily.Did Max really let Eric come in his place? Too bad I wasted my time waiting for him. I cursed under my breath as I turned to leave, but what he said next stopped me in my tracks.“If you actually care about Max and want to get him out of jail, I’d advise you to sit back down and let us make an agreement.”I froze, my heart pounding against my ribcage at his words.“What do you mean?”His lips curled up in a smirk.“Why don’t you sit down and find out?”My hands itched to slap t
Emily's POVThe empty sidewalks of the road from my office window in the Designers' Hub suddenly seemed like the most interesting thing to me as I thought deeply about how to get Max out of jail.I recalled my discussion with the officers in charge of his case a few days back after my visit to him.(Flashback)"Officer, please, this man is innocent. He is in jail for what he knows nothing about. Eric Wilson, the man who accused him, practically forgave him of the debt years back," I explained to the sighing official who just rubbed an impatient hand across his brows as he stared at me."Ms., I need you to understand that this is a critical case. Perhaps, you could ask your boyfriend if he has any documented evidence against Mr. Wilson's accusation. That could do him good—""But he has none! They were supposed to be best friends," I exclaimed, feeling my frustration rolling off me like a steaming rock."This is the law, Ms., and no sentiment is allowed. We work by evidence and not just
Eric's POVThe ticking sound of the clock rang loudly in my ears as I sat at the table, waiting for the arrival of my private investigator, who was supposed to meet up with me to give me a detailed report on how things had been going with Emily since Max's imprisonment."I am so sorry, Mr. Wilson. The traffic was terrible. I had to leave my car and rush down here," he apologized, but I raised my hands to silence him."Save it, Collins," I spat in annoyance. The silly guy had kept me waiting for close to thirty minutes. "You could have texted.""I'm so sorry. I was going to —""The reports," I interjected, my hands stretched quizzically towards him."Yes, sir," he replied respectfully.He dug out a file containing some documents under my observing glare and began to open them."Ms. Emily, sir, has been quite busy this week. She has been working on your wedding outfits—"My icy glare made him stop short and gulp.It made my blood boil that she was still working on those damned outfits l
Emily's POVThis was wrong!As Eric's tongue danced passionately against mine, I felt helpless against him.Shoving him was fruitless at this point. He remained unmoving as my hands pushed his chest.I blinked back the tears that threatened to sting my eyes. The passion he kissed me with was something I had longed for earnestly five years ago.Right now, all I felt was annoyance and irritation.He was the reason Max was in jail, and he was the source of my pain years back. I could not compromise now simply because of some electric kiss.I shoved him harder, causing him to land on his couch."Don't you ever try this with me, Mr. Wilson. I will have you arrested for trespassing if you so much as come within five meters of me," I spat, my eyes blazing with fury."Emily—""I'm done here," I announced, gathering my things."It's late. You can't leave by this time.""Watch me!"My footsteps resounded as I stormed towards the patio door in annoyance and rage."I have an option for your boyfr
Emily's POV"Good morning," I greeted, ignoring the tension in the room upon my entrance. Eric settled in a chair in front of the numerous delicacies that lay on the table while I stood awkwardly for a moment, taking in the layout. Cecilia, as usual, was seated at the head of a table with her nose raised. Alicia sat to her left while Eric sat to her right. The scene reminded me of how I stood awkwardly years years after preparing those meals while they left rude remarks here and there.Cecilia nodded in response to my greeting while Alicia scoffed softly, stabbing her food with the fork. Peharps, she imagined it to be my face."You can take a seat, Emily," Eric offered, drawing me out of my reverie. I blinked multiple times before returning a warm smile to him, suppressing the depressing thoughts.The looks on Cecilia's and Alicia's faces spoke more words than they would. They were beyond irritated by my presence, and they did not fail to write it on their faces."Thank you for you
Emily's POV"What do you mean?" I asked, feeling my heart pounding even in my ears.She was sobbing at the other end of the line."I don't know. She was with me in the kitchen in the evening, telling me about her day when she complained of a pain shooting through her ankle, and she suddenly sl-slumped!"I covered my mouth with my hands, feeling the intense pain and burden I had been carrying from the beginning of the day find expression in my tears."W-Where is she now?" I choked out, jerking to my feet and gathering my things without a second thought."She's at the hospital already, Emily. Are you sure we shouldn't consider what the doctor said the other day?" she asked with a shaky voice, and my heart clenched."I'll work it out!" I snapped, feeling defensive as I recalled the doctor’s advice.It sounded ridiculous to me that my own blood was not a perfect match for Mia, and we had to consider a donor that I had shut out of my life.I zipped my bag with hot tears streaming down my c