With how sad he was, if a time came where he was asked to choose between his daughters and her, would he choose her? Of course he wouldn’t, no sane father would choose a woman he met barely few months ago, over his family. Fear suddenly gripped her chest, she suddenly realized that the feud could end their relationship before it even began. And as Drake eyes met hers, he could see how frightened she was. He got up and engulfed her in a hug. The housekeeper couldn’t have seen a better time to open the kitchen door, and let out the family dog, a Papillion. It stood at the entrance of the dining, growling at her, and before anyone could react, it was dashing towards them in full speed. And aiming for Emma’s leg. And before Drake could react, the dog had bitten her, sinking his teeth with extra force into her leg. She gasped in shock, and pain as the dog sank it's teeth deeper, refusing to let go. Drake quickly poured it a cup of water, and forcefully yanked its teeth out of Emma’s
“I just want to be with you Emma, do you want to be with me?’’ he asked, his vulnerability shining right through his eyes. Emma burst into tears. She had already concluded that he was going to end things with her, but he had just proven otherwise.She had been really sad, and disappointed that his children didn’t like her, and she was sad that it would affect her relationship with him. But hopefully it didn’t, and she was glad. The only problem was that She was not ready to leave her house for any reason, she loved it too much. After few minutes of silence, she asked. “ Why don’t you want to move in with me?” He sighed. “ This house is too you Emma. Plus the issue with the closet remember? Another plus being that my house is way bigger than yours.’’ “ I will create more space , I promise. Or we could just-’’ He kissed her, silencing her. “ it’s fine Emma. If you want to keep your house so badly, then I will move in. Anything to make you happy.’’ “ Are you sure baby? Will
“Especially if he’s moving in, and not just staying over for days or weeks. It’s going to be so different this time, this time he is actually moving in with you.” “I know, I know. He has done well so far though, plus it’s not like he’s selling his house, he can always go to one of them whenever he needs a breather,” she reasoned. But Brian frowned at her in disapproval. “You should never drive a man crazy to the point that he will actually need a breather Emma. I know how you can be, you like it when things are done your way, and when things are done otherwise, you tend to make a fuss. We are so alike in so many ways, and I made the same mistake in my past relationships. I always find it hard to compromise for my partner, adjust, and every time it drove them out of my life whenever they’ve had enough. If he’s someone that you want around for a long time, then you have to make some changes.” “I know, I know,” she said with a grin. “I shall heed to your great advice oh wise one.
They looked faintly remorseful. Jenna had admitted to her best friend how bad they had treated Emma, expecting her best friend to praise her, but she chided her instead. And like a stubborn bitch, she didn’t let the scolding get to her. “Well, it’s a good thing we don’t want her to be our step mother then,” Britney said stubbornly. “You have no idea how good Emma is, I could’ve dated a lot worse. And besides, you’re not kids anymore. Jenna, you’re nineteen, and Britney, you’re twenty, you girls don’t get to act like spoilt entitled brats f “Well if you marry her, we won’t visit you anymore.” “Sorry then, it will be really hard to cope without jobs,’’ he threatened them.“Are you threatening to cut us off?” Jenna gasped. Their father had always been unpredictable; she wasn’t how far he would go. “I wouldn’t test me if I were you,” he warned. “If eventually, Emma and I get married, I will be forced to cut you off if you don’t get your shit together.” After his stern warning
It was blistering hot in June at New York, and normally she wasn't supposed to feel like she was boiling in her office if the air-conditioning was actually functioning... Unfortunately it wasn't. It was their third brownout of the day, and Emma Graham felt like she was ready to murder someone as she strode into her office after being trapped in the stupid elevator for nearly thirty minutes. The same thing had happened to her the previous day. Just getting out of the cab on her way back from lunch under the scorching sun made her feel like air had been sucked out of her lungs. She was leaving for France in a week, she hope she would survive that long. Days when the heat were so intense could make anyone hate NYC, but in spite of everything, Emma couldn't imagine herself living anywhere else. The atmosphere, the restaurants, and the unending excitements... Even the mansion at the west sixty-seventh street that she nearly went bankrupt to buy about two years ago. She had spent ev
"Thank you for coming," she said as they stood, eyeing each other. She wasn't near as tall as he was, even with her heels which she slipped back on before he came in. "I'm sorry about the heat. We had issues with the air-conditioning all week, which you should do something about boss," she smiled. "Same thing with mine. I've been working on it, and I assure you miss Graham that it will be fixed soon. At least open your Windows,my office has been like a microwave, it's a good thing we decided to meet at your office,mine is way hotter," he replied with a smile as he glanced around her office. It was filled with painting of many kinds, to photographs of a pavalon that had been a gift. And a calendar, filled with pinned schedules. There were mountains of files, tapes and disks placed on a table at the far end of the room. Her secretary brought in a tray, with a jug of juice and a plate of cookies. She waved him towards the couch and handed him a glass of iced cold juice a moment later,
He was waiting downstairs in his black Benz with a driver. He grinned the moment she spotted him. She was wearing a high waist brown pencil skirt with a white sleeveless button up chiffon blouse. She paired them with a black block heels, and a brown Fendi bag.. She looked sexy. It was another day of displeasing heat. But luckily for her, the air-conditioning was working. She got in, met his gaze, and smiled at him. "You look really beautiful," he said, eyeing her adorably as she slid in beside him. They drove off to get lunch and as he said, it was only a few blocks away from work. Although it would have been torture to walk since it was over a hundred degree outside. He was wearing a grey suit, white shirt and a dark tie, looking all business and serious. As usual, she had her hair tied in a loose knot with ivory chopsticks to keep them in place. Making Drake wonder how her hair would look if he pulled the sticks out. He loved the idea of her blonde hair cascading down her shoul
The week after she had lunch with Drake, Emma spent two days at an important shoot. The cinematographers were shooting videos and taking photos for an advert for a company and her present was needed. The shoot was fabulous, and Emma was sure that everything would turn out perfect. One of the models had fainted after eating nothing for the two days they were on set. She claimed that she was 'fasting' although the paramedics suspected that she was also suffering from something else. They shot some scenes at the beach, despite the relentless heat that was close to killing everyone. Emma stood watching them, with her hips deep in the water, it's coolness a sweet relief. Her phone rang for the hundredth time that afternoon, and she got out of the water, heading towards her bag. They had a lot of shoots lined up, and they had an ad to be delivered by October. And this time when the phone rang, she was tempted not to pick it up. She nearly didn't, until she saw who it was.. It was her b
They looked faintly remorseful. Jenna had admitted to her best friend how bad they had treated Emma, expecting her best friend to praise her, but she chided her instead. And like a stubborn bitch, she didn’t let the scolding get to her. “Well, it’s a good thing we don’t want her to be our step mother then,” Britney said stubbornly. “You have no idea how good Emma is, I could’ve dated a lot worse. And besides, you’re not kids anymore. Jenna, you’re nineteen, and Britney, you’re twenty, you girls don’t get to act like spoilt entitled brats f “Well if you marry her, we won’t visit you anymore.” “Sorry then, it will be really hard to cope without jobs,’’ he threatened them.“Are you threatening to cut us off?” Jenna gasped. Their father had always been unpredictable; she wasn’t how far he would go. “I wouldn’t test me if I were you,” he warned. “If eventually, Emma and I get married, I will be forced to cut you off if you don’t get your shit together.” After his stern warning
“Especially if he’s moving in, and not just staying over for days or weeks. It’s going to be so different this time, this time he is actually moving in with you.” “I know, I know. He has done well so far though, plus it’s not like he’s selling his house, he can always go to one of them whenever he needs a breather,” she reasoned. But Brian frowned at her in disapproval. “You should never drive a man crazy to the point that he will actually need a breather Emma. I know how you can be, you like it when things are done your way, and when things are done otherwise, you tend to make a fuss. We are so alike in so many ways, and I made the same mistake in my past relationships. I always find it hard to compromise for my partner, adjust, and every time it drove them out of my life whenever they’ve had enough. If he’s someone that you want around for a long time, then you have to make some changes.” “I know, I know,” she said with a grin. “I shall heed to your great advice oh wise one.
“I just want to be with you Emma, do you want to be with me?’’ he asked, his vulnerability shining right through his eyes. Emma burst into tears. She had already concluded that he was going to end things with her, but he had just proven otherwise.She had been really sad, and disappointed that his children didn’t like her, and she was sad that it would affect her relationship with him. But hopefully it didn’t, and she was glad. The only problem was that She was not ready to leave her house for any reason, she loved it too much. After few minutes of silence, she asked. “ Why don’t you want to move in with me?” He sighed. “ This house is too you Emma. Plus the issue with the closet remember? Another plus being that my house is way bigger than yours.’’ “ I will create more space , I promise. Or we could just-’’ He kissed her, silencing her. “ it’s fine Emma. If you want to keep your house so badly, then I will move in. Anything to make you happy.’’ “ Are you sure baby? Will
With how sad he was, if a time came where he was asked to choose between his daughters and her, would he choose her? Of course he wouldn’t, no sane father would choose a woman he met barely few months ago, over his family. Fear suddenly gripped her chest, she suddenly realized that the feud could end their relationship before it even began. And as Drake eyes met hers, he could see how frightened she was. He got up and engulfed her in a hug. The housekeeper couldn’t have seen a better time to open the kitchen door, and let out the family dog, a Papillion. It stood at the entrance of the dining, growling at her, and before anyone could react, it was dashing towards them in full speed. And aiming for Emma’s leg. And before Drake could react, the dog had bitten her, sinking his teeth with extra force into her leg. She gasped in shock, and pain as the dog sank it's teeth deeper, refusing to let go. Drake quickly poured it a cup of water, and forcefully yanked its teeth out of Emma’s
Drake sat at the living room with his daughter, warning them to be of good behavior when Emma arrives, and should refrain from creating a scene. When he heard the front door slammed shut, he left, heading to the living room to check if it was Emma. Once Emma saw him, she began to apologize profusely, and explained that she lost track of time. Drake shushed her by kissing her gently on the lips, and then he gave her a hug. “It’s fine baby,” he said, “at least you are here now. And please let’s try to be patient with my girls, they are still mad about their mother though." “Mad about their mother? Why should they be?” She asked, confused. “They think that I’m betraying their mother by being with you,” he explained. “They feel like I never loved her if I’m thinking of being with someone else.’’ “That’s utter bullshit and you know it, I mean she has been gone for more than two years now,’’ she whisper yelled. “They don’t just expect you to be alone till you die, do they?” “I
The first indication that there was something wrong was when he called her , canceling the plans she had for the girls and her. She couldn’t help but ask him about it. “Is everything okay?” she asked.“ Everything is perfect babe,” he said calmly, “ the girls just have jetlag, so they wanted to stay at home and spend more time with their dad before the return back to school. They don’t want to share my attention yet.” Share? She knew he meant it as a joke, but it didn’t just sit well with her. She wasn’t trying to drag anyone’s attention from anyone, she just wanted to get to know them. She laid out her concerns to Brian the next day during lunch, and he waved her off. “Calm down baby, let’s just give them a little time to take the information in. They probably didn’t expect their daddy to be in a serious relationships so quickly,’’ He shrugged. “So quickly? his wife has been gone for more than two years now,” she said, annoyed. “ I know,” he sighed. “ I think
The next weekend, they were on their way to skapton. He had a beautiful house,where they stayed for two nights. And the next morning , they headed to the beach. “Brian, I’m so glad you made it,” she hugged him, and kissed his cheek. “How could I turn down a yacht in the skapton?” “ You would be crazy.” “I know.” “Hello Mr. Peterson, thank you for inviting me here,” he said. “Anything for my baby, plus I have something up my sleeves,” he shared a knowing smile. The previous night, he had informed Emma that his best friend was in fact gay. Long story short, they were going to play cupid for the two. Although Emma knew nothing about Paul, apart from the fact that he was handsome as hell. But if he was anything like her man, then she definitely approved for Brian. Brian looked at him, confused. “ Okay? Why are we still here anyways?” he asked. “We are waiting for Drake’s best friend, he will be here-- ah there he is,” she gestured to a figure walking towar
Drake was being the sweetest man she had ever known, and she found herself falling deeper into the hole called love. He was very understanding even when she wasn’t around for their first weekend together. There was a shoot scheduled , and she had to be there. Drake also had a lot of work to do, and he even dropped by the shoot with lunch. And when she got home, he had made dinner. After they showered together, he instructed her to lay on the bed, and he gave her aching body a massage. “ You are definitely the best babe,” she groaned as he massaged her aching back. “ You are not that bad yourself,” he grinned, as he moved to her shoulders. He was just so happy to have a companion again, having someone to spend the night with. “Cherry and I had a today when I got back from work,” he said gently. “He said he forgives me for stealing all the love and attention. But he is scared that my clothes might get suffocated if I remain here.” He was teasing her and she knew it. She
After solving her most pressing issue, Brian and Emma went back to work. He brought her up to date on the follow up from France. They had a general staff meeting set by Drake for twelve o’clock which finished by three. She spent the rest of her afternoon going through shots and videos of the couture shows, and checking her schedules for upcoming photoshoots that her presence were required. October was going to be insanely hectic for her,as well as November. And a month after which was Christmas, would be twice as much. Emma wasn’t surprised when she noticed that major shoots were scheduled for the weekend. It was going to be a very busy weekend for her. Despite her piled up workload, she was still able to leave by 5 o’ clock and took a cab home. When she got home, she headed straight for her room. Operation create a closet space had officially begun. Going into the guest room, she realized that Siddharth had fixed the rack wrongly, and she had to disassemble them, and reassembl