Chapter Four

EMILY

He seemed uncomfortable throughout the movie for some reason. Or pissed, like super irritated.

What was wrong with him?

Was it me? Had I said something to make him mad?

We were watching The Proposal, and I don’t know why we’d even chosen that movie because I wasn’t paying attention to it, I spent most of my time staring at him.

“Are you mad at me?” I asked.

“Why would I be mad at you, Emily?” He asked, “you’re my employer. Employees don’t have a right to be mad at their boss.”

“Boss’s daughter you mean.”

“It’s the same thing.” He retorted.

“Would you like to watch another movie?” I asked him, changing the subject. I was eating the macaroni like a hungry buffalo, “this is sooo good.”

“Thanks.” He said, exiting the movie, “I don’t like watching sappy shit. You’re okay with watching horror?”

I hated horror. Like completely. I didn’t do creepy clowns, serial killers, or haunted houses.

Reluctantly I nodded, “sureeee, yeah.”

Out of everything that he could have picked, my boy chose Conjuring.

Halfway through the movie, and he was watching it with such seriousness. This was no fun. I didn’t want to watch a couple of kids getting spooked in their bedroom, or the way their mother was going to get possessed.

What I wanted to do was straddle his lap, and press my lips to his.

But guess what? I was sitting through the entire movie. Things we can do for the boys we love. It’s ridiculous. I yawned, and then quickly shut my mouth when I realized who was sitting beside me. Stretching my arms, I leaned sideways onto the couch’s armrest. I felt Seth’s eyes on me, and then he straightened up.

He jumped from the couch like his ass was lit on fire. “Could you please fucking stop that?”

I stared at him in bewilderment, taken aback by the tone in his voice, “stop doing what?”

“Jesus. Have you looked at what you’re wearing?” He asked, not looking at me.

“A nightgown?”

“Yeah, like I don’t have eyes to notice that! As if I see a trench-coat.”

I sat up straighter, “why are you being rude? What’s your problem?”

“Do you never have men visiting your house? The newspaper guy? The guy who cuts the grass on your lawn? Maybe?”

“I have no such people here. Yes, there is a person who comes in every twice a week to cut the grass and keep the garden maintained.”

He indicated a hand towards me, “and this is how you greet him? In that flimsy nightgown that barely covers your tits?”

My mouth was gaping open, like wide open. He did not just say that! And he noticed my tits?

Consciously, I pulled at the frilly jacket. “The lawn mowing person is a fifty-year-old man. Joe is a decent guy, he never looked at me that way.”

“And you think a fifty year old man wouldn’t look at you the wrong way if you’re found wearing inappropriate clothing.”

“I don’t see him at all. He visits, cuts grass, and leaves. Besides, I’ve always dressed like this for bed, even when my brother Cale and dad were around.”

“I’m not your brother, Emily-Mae, nor your father.”

“…the saints of all the angels, I command you to reveal yourself...” the scene on the Conjuring movie blared on the screen. The woman on the chair spewing blood on the white sheet while the investigators tried to exorcise her.

I picked up the remote control and switched off the TV.

“But why are you angry ?”

He huffed a breath, “Nevermind. Good night, Emily Mae.”

He left me sitting there foolishly. It was going to be the first night that Seth was going to stay in the house, (technically outside but that studio was part of our land), and we were already fighting.

Okay, maybe I pretended like I wasn’t wearing this on purpose but I had totally done it knowing it would affect him. I wanted a positive effect, and not him turning away and yelling at me in revulsion.

I wanted him to notice me, and not as Sweet-Potato Emily but as a normal pretty girl with curves.

Guess that’s too much to ask because now I’d made him mad, I’d pushed him too far. I should stop watching dumb romantic movies. Seducing wasn’t something that I could ever accomplish, at least not a man. Apple pie? Yes.

I saw him from the window as he walked towards his studio.

When I went to bed, I couldn’t sleep. I could see ghouls and ghosts in the dark, hovering above me. The slightest of sounds was driving me crazy.

Stupid Seth and his stupid horror movies.

* * *

SETH

I couldn’t sleep. I worked on my homework, I tried to study a bit but nothing helped. Emily’s nightgown kept haunting my dreams. Yeah, it wasn’t the conjuring ghost, it was her.

Emily and her luscious body that she used to tease me with.

I didn’t want to sound like a pervert, but she was the only girl I’d ever thought about like this at night, surely that meant I’d gone way over my head, and then to make matters worse she wanted to taunt me?

I’d sat through the movie, trying not to stare at her while all I wanted to do was bury my face between her melon-sized breasts.

I was breathing hard.

“Fuck!”

I slipped my hand beneath the covers, wrapped my hand around my dick, and began working on it. It was already wet with pre-cum which was a clear indication that she’d done a good job of making me extremely horny.

I touched my chest, and down to my abs imagining it was her hands doing it. I thought of her large soft breasts pressed against me and I groaned.

I closed my eyes and squeezed my cock, and imagined I was sinking into her heat. I spread my legs wide, and couldn’t care less about the cover that fell off my body. I tightened my fist over my hard length, my dark mind conjuring up the dirtiest fantasies.

“Oh god, yes, baby....”

The room was filled with my grunts as continued to stroke myself faster. The Emily of my imagination sat atop me and took my entire length inside of her. This fake Emily wanted me as much as I wanted her.

“Just like that...take me deeper, baby...”

I was going to come so hard. I increased the speed, stroking myself faster.

“I’m going to come...” I was breathing hard, gritting my teeth. I let go.

It was pure bliss as ribbons of white cum spurted onto my stomach and it took me a while to come down from the crescendo.

It was also one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had. Funny how the illusion version of Emily had satisfied me in ways that it didn’t compare to my real sexual experiences with various other women.

I sighed in contentment when I heard a sound.

I had been so blindsided by lust that I hadn’t heard the knock on the door.

My blood ran cold when I saw Emily standing, gaping at me, her eyes never blinking with her hand on the door handle. Her cheeks were a deep color of scarlet and that’s when I knew...

She’d watched my entire show.