Matt and Vivian were viciously making out.“Of course, they’re here right now,” Sabrina said with disgust.“Come on, guys. Let’s get out of here,” Emma turned to leave, but Jess and Sabrina stopped her. “Excuse me,” Jess called. “You are in my booth. Get the fuck out. Unless you want to continue to give us a live show.”Matt and Vivian stopped and tried to gather themselves.“Excuse me,” Vivian mocked. “This is a private moment.”“Not in my reserved VIP booth, it’s not.”Their argument was started to gain the attention of the people around them. Emma wanted to hide, but Jess and Sabrina had no plans of backing down.“Get your cheating ass out of our booth,” Sabrina threatened. “We were here first,” Vivian taunted.“Oh, I’m sorry. Were you busy?” Sabrina ridiculed her. “Busy getting it on with my girl’s sloppy ass seconds? What does he taste like?”“Probably like last week’s nasty leftovers,” Jess answered. “Everyone knows Vivian is only interested in everyone’s trash. She’s not good
“An accident?” Emma’s lungs deflated and she felt her heart clunk to a stop. “Get to the hospital now!” Jane repeated, and hung up the phone. The next few moments were a blur. Emma almost dashed out the door, but realized she was still in her club clothes and slept in make-up. She shed off last night’s armor and threw on an old t-shirt and pair of sweatpants. She was a whirlwind of anxiety and panic as she tore through her room, and then out of the door. “Please go faster,” she urged the cab driver. Feverish hands wiped the make-up off her face with an old make-up wipe at the bottom of her purse. She may look like a mess, but at least she didn’t look like last night’s mess. The hospital seemed like it was light years away. No matter how fast she implored the driver to go, she never seemed to get close enough. After what seemed like an eternity, Emma leapt from the car and flew into the hospital’s ER. Jane and Anna were sitting in the waiting room. Before she could approach them, Ja
The scent of his cologne almost overpowered her. But her mind was suddenly sober. *No. She couldn’t do this.* “No…not that!” She pushed him away instantly. “I…I was thinking maybe I could work for you? Be a… a housekeeper in your home or something? I could work for free until I’ve paid the debt off.“Ugh,” Will scoffed. “There is a fleet of the best trained housekeepers and chefs in my home. I have no use for you in that capacity. There are…other ways in which you could serve me,” he suggested.“I thought you said I wasn’t good… at that,” she grumbled. He chuckled at her shyness.“Then learn,” he said, backing her into the wall again. He towered over her. She craned her head back as far as it would go to look him in the eye. Emma wanted to be defiant, but didn’t have the energy. “No one is great at it their first time. But I… did appreciate your eagerness.” He trailed his finger along her jawbone with a smirk. “With some proper training, I think you could be quite good.”“Get off
The en-suite was different from when she had first encountered it. Nothing about the room itself had changed. She wasn’t the same person she was when she been first acquainted with this space. The garden tub invited her in. After the last two days, she could certainly use it. Will wasn’t due for a while yet, so she figured she should take her time. The overwhelming number of knobs and dials weren’t going to intimidate her this time. She poured copious amounts of bath oils and bath salts to the tub, and opened the faucets.“Ha,” she chuckled to herself. “That wasn’t so hard.” Her body melted once she climbed in to her fragrant, heated sanctuary. Every time she thought she had overcome her problems, life threw more at her. First she needed $50,000 because her step mother had sold her. Now, it was more money than she ever dreamed of owing anyone. A pang of guilt sprang in her chest. Her father had gotten into the accident because he wanted to see her. Had she been a better daughte
“Start by dropping that fear. Give in your body. Give in to what you want, Emma.” The way he said her name unleashed something within her. Nothing existed outside of this room. “Could you take off your clothes?” Emma asked. “You’re going to have to do better than that. This is the only night you get to tell me what to do. You may not even get the whole night.” “Take off your clothes. Now,” Emma said with a more demanding tone. Will smiled and leaned back. He straddled her. “Undress me,” he commanded. Emma sat up and with trembling fingers began to fumble with his buttons. “Why are you trembling?” “I’m still nervous,” Emma said. “Don’t lie. Why are you trembling?” Emma looked at him, her eyes dark with lust. She didn’t understand why she felt so shameful saying these things out loud. She wanted to cry out that she couldn’t do this. Her mind and body were at odds with each other. Her mind cried about how wrong this was. Her body cried out with wanton
Emma stared at the contract in shock. This was the last thing she expected. He would own her for six months. She truly had sold herself to him. A tornado of emotions swirled within her. The flew around her, each as strong and demanding as the next. As much as she hated this, and him, there wasn’t a choice. She’d be free of her debt to him, and he also promised to pay her father’s medical bills. She picked up the fountain pen, and signed the document. “Take this,” he said with a phone in his hand. “A phone?” she asked as she took it from him. “You need to be available on this phone to me at all times. If I call, you respond.” He dropped his towel, and Emma felt her face get red. Just moments ago she’d fantasized about that towel falling. Will walked over to the closet and selected a suit. Much to Emma’s dismay, he got dressed. “But what if I—” “If I call,” he repeated. “You respond. There will be consequences if you don’t. I’ll be by your school tonight
Will walked up to them and shoved Matt off of Emma. Matt eyes were full of shock. A boyfriend? Emma sure had moved on quickly. It was clear that Will was an upgrade, and he hated that. Emma shouldn’t have been able to get someone better than him. “Let’s go, Viv,” he seethed, looking at Emma and her new boyfriend with disgust. But Vivian was not interested in leaving. “Emma, aren’t you going to introduce me to your new friend?” Vivian rushed up and offered her hand to Will. “I’m Vivian, Emma’s roommate. I’m sure she’s told you all about me.” Vivian tossed her long hair back, and batted her eyes. “No,” Will said, taking Vivian’s hand and placing a light kiss on it. “She hasn’t mentioned you at all.” Emma’s face grew red with anger. “Oh, how mean of her!” Vivian said with mock hurt. “I’m meeting you now, aren’t I?” Will teased and smirked at Vivian. “Yes,” Vivian purred. She walked closer to Will and placed a hand on his chest. “Yes, you are. What’s your
“It won’t happen again,” Emma grumbled. She leaned her head against the window. The smooth hum of the car, the warm seat, and her depleted energy levels eventually lulled her to sleep. Will noticed that she had fallen asleep. He thought about waking her, but decided against it. She’d need all the energy she could get. He had decided that Emma needed a reminder of why no one else was supposed to touch her. They arrived at their destination, and Will waited for Emma to wake up. She was pretty, when she tried. He noticed she had brushed her hair and put on some makeup. And that dress sat on her curves in a way that made him want to tear it off. He stared at her for a long time, and before he realized what he was doing, he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. *Get a grip, Will,* he berated himself. *She’s just another girl.* Emma woke up and found Will staring at her. “I’m sorry,” she yawned. “I must have fallen asleep. Where are we?” “We’re going for a swim,” W