All Chapters of One night with Mr Braxton : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

" All done! Betsy will be here with your dress soon." Mrs. Adams announced." Who's Betsy?" Emma asked, unsure of the person's identity." Try to keep up Emma! She's the designer. Oh good. She's here." Mrs. Adams announced, going through her phone.Emma sat in silence, having nothing to say or contribute. She felt like some sort of rag doll. Having people dote and wait upon her. She soon understood that she wasn't the least bit comfortable with being treated like glass and royalty. Matter-of-fact, when she got the alleged princess treatments, her subconscious usually found ways to make her believe there was some ulterior motive behind them.Being brought up by her parents as a child, she was familiar with the whole notion and treatment But ever since their death, she grew suspicious of every activity that led to her peace of mind.Living with her stepmother and sister opened her eyes to the dangers of trusting people or letting them take care of you. Her belief on the topic was rever

" Would you marry me and make it all go away? " Asher asked, baring his soul with his words." W-what do you mean? " She asked, gulping uncomfortably." I mean exactly what you heard. Marry me and make it all go away, Ms. Emma. Would you marry me? " He asked again." I told you. I got my memories back. We've been through this before…" " That's besides the point. You wanted to know why I'm lounging around while my life's work burns to the ground? This is it." He explained curtly." I'm sorry but that's hardly an explanation." She said, picking up a glass of water." I am under serious pressure to marry a lady from the Steele's household. In other words, to regain full leadership and supreme power over my empire, you need to be by my side, as my wife." Asher spoke like it wasn't a big deal. His tone was similar to one speaking about the weather meanwhile Emma felt like a fish out of water.In fact, she choked on her water upon hearing Asher's words. Being the perfect gentleman, Asher

Emma didn't know how to feel about the latest development. She had in a twinkle if eye, gone from looking for a way to begin a new life to getting her room upgraded for her comfortability. Her life seemed straight out from a TV drama. She couldn't bring herself to understand the methods of thinking Mr. Braxton applied. Did he have a kink for being disrespected? Because, that was the only way what she did would result in such outstanding and blissful repercussions.Was it all a joke? Was it an elaborate plan to bring down her walls and strike when she least expected it? Emma was having a hard time digesting the entire happenings of the day.As sat in her new and improved queen sized bed, inside her new and decorated room, she wondered just what she did to deserve such treatments. At first she'd been very skeptical and flat out unwilling to eat or step foot into the room but after hours of mindlessly browsing through the entire house, she was tired and didn't feel like relaxing in the

“ I’m sorry to startle you. I would love to speak with Mr. Braxton if you don’t mind.” She spoke flawlessly, her eyes were fixated on Asher.Mrs. Adams has zero ideas of what was going on. She hadn’t felt so out of words in so long. “ Mr. Braxton is a little bit out of sorts now, Ms. Steele. If you could give him a moment-”“ I will see you in my study, Emma,” Asher spoke, cutting off Mrs. Adams.Emma hadn’t expected to be given such attention, at least not immediately. She suddenly felt a wave of fear brush through her. Maybe not necessarily fear, but cold feet. She immediately resorted Ms. Adams, who shared a look that said, “ well, here’s your chance!”Before she moved, she noticed Asher was well over the staircase and headed down the hallways. He didn’t even bother to look back. Or check if she was following. “ Go! ” Mrs. Adams urged in a silent tone, making her bolt for it in return. It was now or never.Asher took long strides to his study, half expecting to see Emma beside him

Emma was in the middle of her room dressed in a beige fitted gown. Mrs. Adams, accompanied by some maidens, attacked her voluminous hair from every angle.“ I think it's better laid down.” One of the maids said.“ No. Then her beautiful cheekbones wouldn’t be prominent. Let's throw it up, a messy bun?” The other suggested.“ I think it's best to seek the opinion of the one who gets to rock the hairstyle, don’t you think?” The ever-regal Mrs. Adams opined, effectively shutting them up. “ What do you think darling? It's your show after all.” She added, seeking input from Emma who was now seated on a stool facing a vanity mirror.Emma wasn’t too keen on having her hair down. Due to the formality of the meeting she was headed to, she didn’t feel like having anything be a bother or a form of discomfort to her.“ A bun will do.” She said politely.“ You heard the queen, get to work, we have a few minutes tops.”With that, they immediately got to work and in two minutes a flawless bun was pro