Chapter 3 - A Different Emerald

Emerald emerged onto the runway and rocked a silver strappy plunge long gown with a slit at center of the gown.

Emerald exuded an otherworldly beauty as she did her catwalk on the runway.

From top to bottom she looked fantastic and stunning.

Clayton's irises darkened as he scanned Emerald from her beautiful face, down to her fair and slender neck. His eyes moved to her sexy collarbones and shoulders.

The valley between her bosoms was not missed out by his scrutiny as they went down to her tiny waist and further down to her sexy slender thighs and legs.

The Emerald in front of him was the exact opposite of the docile and dull wife who waited for him at home. This Emerald before him emanates wildness.

Clayton's throat bobbed up and down as he swallowed while his eyes were transfixed at Emerald's bare back showing her fair, flawless and glowing skin.

Lizzy who sat next to Clayton was green with envy. She snorted and mumbled, "A country bumpkin will always be a bumpkin no matter what."

Clayton looked at Lizzy, his distant and wintry eyes sent shivers up her spine.

"You go back alone, I have things to do," Clayton stood abruptly and strode away without waiting for Lizzy's response.

Lizzy curled her fingers around her clutch bag, imagining it was Emerald's neck, throttling life out of her.

"Mr. Strong?" The fashion show organizer was surprised to see the formidable CEO of Strong Inc.

"I want to speak to Ms. Trueman, privately," said Clayton, darkly.

The organizer wasn't surprised that someone like Clayton was bewitched by Emerald.

Emerald undeniably oozes a beguiling charm and sexiness that the chief designer of Shannel instantly took a liking of her.

"This way sir," he led Clayton to the separate dressing room that was assigned solely for Emerald.

Everyone who is close to Clayton knows that he hates waiting. But, he patiently waited thirty minutes for Emerald to come.

Emerald was transfixed at the threshold seeing Clayton seated on the loveseat.

It wasn't long before she recollected herself and came into the room.

It never occurred to her that someone like him would come to a fashion show.

Alright, she forgot. He would do anything for his precious little lover.

She sat down on the bench located before the vanity mirror.

"Sir, please leave the room as I have to change my clothes," her polite distant voice was like a strong punch to his chest.

She used to call him, "Clayton, hubby" even though he would scowl and spat profanities at her every time she called him like that.

Clayton stood behind her and held her sexy shoulders. "What happened to our child?"

According to the time he slept with her, that was a month before she signed the divorce paper.

Hence, she should be six months along. Her baby bumps should have been as big as watermelon at this time.

But what happened, did she had a miscarriage?

Emerald burst into fits of laughter.

"Didn't you tell me to abort the baby?" She replied when her laughter died down. "I don't want anything that will remind me of my bad dream."

In actuality, she wasn't pregnant. She just wanted to test the waters at the time.

How could she get pregnant when nothing really happened to them that night.

They only shared a passionate kiss and she was shocked when he pulled away from her and took off his clothes.

She was so frightened at the time to see his body and his enormous weapon. After he stripped away all his body covers, he passed out.

As for the blood on the sheet, it was a period leak.

Thousands upon thousands of pins perforated Clayton's heart so that pain seeped through his bones.

"You are heartless," he said as he looked at Emerald's reflection in the mirror.

Emerald's lips curled up in a mocking smile. "Aren't you being self righteous, Mr. Strong? You didn't like the child. What should I do? Keep them so I would suffer my whole life as they daily remind me of my nightmare?"

She twisted and turned so she could get out from his hold.

Successfully wriggling out of his grasp, Emerald stood to stay away from him. But Clayton with his long legs only took him two steps to follow her and snaked his arm around her waist.

Clayton embraced her and nuzzled her neck, he just wanted to sniff her scent. How he missed her scent.

"Behave yourself or else I'll scream," it won't hurt her reputation but Clayton's reputation as CEO of a large company would bring considerable harm to the company.

"Scream then," Clayton said.

Emerald opened her mouth to scream but unexpectedly, Clayton clamped up her lips with his, swallowing her scream.

"Mm," she hit Clayton's chest but to the man, it was nothing but a tickle.

His heart glowed as his tongue delved into her mouth, tasting the sweetness of her mouth.

To stop Emerald from pulling away from him, Clayton held the back of her head while his other arm was wound around her waist, pinning her to his body.

His eyes were wide open, absorbing her reaction as he ravaged her mouth.

The tears leaving her eyes reflected the light above them and it caught Clayton's attention. He halted from assaulting her mouth.

Clayton used the pad of his thumb to dry her face. His movements were so gentle as if he was afraid that if he exerted a little will break her.

His tenderness should have caused a wave in Emerald's heart however it didn't even cause a ripple.

It was way too late for him.

"Are you done humiliating me? Satisfied now? Please leave," Emerald's green eyes were cold as she stared at the man who she used to love.

Emerald stepped backward, putting some safe distance between her and Clayton.

Clayton lifted his hand to pull her into his embrace.

"Don't touch me!"

Knock. Knock.

Emerald quickly sat on the bench and said, "Come in."

Then she pulled a napkin and wiped her face.

"Sweetheart?"

"Jim!" Emerald stood up and threw herself at Jim.

"Missed me that much, are you?" Jim protectively encircled Emerald with his arms.

"And who is he?" He looked at Clayton who was standing near them. The two men sized each other up.

"What brought him here?"He asked and removed his jacket suit, draping it around Emerald's shoulder.

"Thanks," Emerald smiled at him and Jim, brushing his knuckles on her cheek.

Being a mentally nimble person Emerald smirked and came up with a reply, "His girlfriend fell in love with the gown I wore tonight and at the same time she became my fan instantly. Mr. Lover boy wanted to please his girlfriend hence came here for my autograph as a surprise for his girlfriend."