The Contract Marriage.

Emily.

Filled with adrenaline, I sprint down the subway steps, skilfully weaving through the crowd of commuters coming out of the train. Despite slipping momentarily on a wet spot, I regain my balance just in time.

Running into the train that's already waiting, I quickly find a seat and bite my thumb nail.

When the realization of my tardiness hits me like a freight train, panic surges through my veins. How did I not wake for my alarm?

A week ago, I had to get a second job. I've never once been late since working at starlight talent.

Guess there's a first time Aidan Davis, my boss, won't be happy. I didn't tell him I have another job I didn't think I had to, given that I'm on time and fulfilling my responsibilities.

Despite being paid well I had to pay a bill that I wasn't aware of The yearly payment, I send of thirty thousand for my sister Maggie's university payment means I could only give them 25 thousand so that leaves me trying to find the rest shes following her dream to become a doctor.

Over the past couple of years, I've been taking care of her ever since we escaped from my parents my father, Logan, is an alcoholic and abusive. And my mother, Amanda, couldn't care less about what he did to us.

Despite this, we both carry the weight of the trauma

I carry more of it than her because I would make sure he redirected his anger towards me instead of Maggie, in order to shield her.

The anxiety I feel sometimes is overwhelming, but I have learned to hide it well, especially when I have to defend myself.

My club job is tiring, especially when people don't respect being cut off.

Although the tips I receive are not substantial, I am gradually making progress. In two weeks, I'll have enough, which is a relief since I have three weeks to pay.

They are nice about it. Allow me some extra time to gather the money since this is the first occurrence since she started and they already have some of the money.

After getting off the train, I notice that I'm sweating from the heat inside the damn thing. Why can't they have air conditioning inside I'm probably going to smell?

As soon as I step into the building, I head straight for the lift while inside I grab a wipe out of my bag and wipe my forehead along with my armpits.

Don't judge. I can't smell of sweat around my boss. He's hot as all sin and it's embarrassing.

Upon grabbing my spray, I spritzed my body, resulting in a slight improvement in how I felt. However, I still didn't feel completely better.

I can't help but feel sorry for whoever enters this lift after me, as all they will smell is strawberries and cream.

The ping of the lift causes me to take a deep breath as the doors open and I step out, feeling anxiety creeping up on me.

He hasn't called me yet, which is surprising. Knowing I will come, why wouldn't he? Then he can fire you in person.

Feeling sick with the realization, I slowly make my way to his door.

As I pull my shoulders back and hold my head high, I lift my hand and knock twice. With closed eyes, I anticipate the deep masculine voice's "what" snap.

Slowly, I open his door while masking my expression of worry on my face. Finally, seeing him sitting at his desk, his hands clasped in front of him and his brown eyes meeting mine, I hold back the urge to scrunch up my face in discomfort.

His face is stone as he stares at me. Finally, he opens his mouth. "care to explain why you're three hours late, miss Anderson? "

I tuck my lower lip into my top teeth and bite down before I say "I'm so sorry Mr Davis, I set my alarm, but it didn't go off. I had a rough night last night,"

He tilts his head to the side, taking in my appearance before he says "you need to go clean yourself up and also change your blouse"

I furrow my brow. Not because he tells me to clean up, but because he's telling me to change my blouse.

Glancing down at myself, I take in everything, not seeing what he is. "Why?" I ask, looking back up at him.

He points one long finger at me. "It's inside out, miss Anderson"

I feel my cheeks redden. I was in such a rush I didn't even realize placing my hand to my head I say "I'm sorry sir I will get cleaned up are you going to fire me"

He just stares at me, his brown eyes burning into mine. "no but if you're late once more, then I will, so don't be late again Do you understand?,"

I lower my head and stare at my shoes as I say, "yes sir, it won't happen again"

He speaks once more, which makes me look at him again. "three hours, Emily, never in your three years of working for me Have you been late, so tell me why?"

I shift from foot to foot before I explain, "sir my alarm just didn't wake me. Next time, I'll place multiple"

I will have to I don't get out of the club until 2 in the morning when finally someone else takes over and mi always so tired that's why I didn't wake today I can't risk this happening again, not after his threat of firing me.

He continues to stare at me until he looks down at his desk and says, "get to work, miss Anderson I need you to draw up a contract for me I have a meeting in," he checks his very expensive Roley " 30 minutes so hurry,"

As I spin to walk out he says "Emily," I pivot once more to face him "if there is something going on and you need help tell me so I can do just that don't think I haven't noticed your worrying about something miss Anderson,"

Maintaining my expression neutral, not wanting to reveal the surprise I'm feeling that he has even noticed, I say "no sir everything is fine thank you."

I don't want my boss bailing me out of the problem. Besides, I've nearly gathered enough now and I don't want to owe him anything in the long run.

He may seem like a nice man, but my first year, he was a nightmare. Every 10 or 20 minutes, he would demand something.

if I didn't finish it within a set time frame, he would lose his shit.

Once he raised his voice at me, only to receive an earful in return. granted I wasn't having the best day.

I may be a woman who doesn't find conflict pleasant, but I will stand up for myself and I won't let any man scream at me.

However, since then he hasn't done it again. He may still be grumpy, but less so. Besides, I believe he was just trying to make me leave.

he had 5 assistance before me and they only lasted a couple of days

I'm honestly shocked he was so calm about me being late. I would have assumed he would most definitely be angry.

At my desk, I immediately get to work drawing up the contract he wants before printing it off and then rushing to the bathroom to pee and change my top from inside out.

I freshened up a little and thankfully I always bring my makeup with me. It's a habit so I could reapply I feel better now.

After 30 minutes, he exits his office and gestures for me to stand doing just that. I speak "Sir."

He shows with his head to the lift as he says, "You're coming with me".

Aiden, a talent agent, well known in New York, especially among paparazzi, because they have taken countless pictures of him with different women on his arm, which is ridiculous.

He's quite the ladies' man, a male slut. But if that's his preference, more for him.

Who could blame the women who desire him? He's handsome with black hair that's always styled back the suits that fit his body to perfection.

his dress shirt hugs his abs in a way that makes any women swoon, and those chocolaty eyes add to his allure.

Holding my tablet, I walk fast to catch up to him. He's 6ft2 and towers over my petite frame of 5ft5, so he arrives at places quicker than I do with those ridiculously long muscular legs.

I may have a crush on my boss, but he doesn't need to know It's my little secret, well also my sisters, because I share everything with her.

Its silent as we stand in the lift until he interrupts it with "the meeting is with Lucy Smith she's a model we need to go through what she would prefer to do photo shoot wise and catwalk I don't require her landing a gig that makes her wear hardly anything then I get the backlash for it so take down everything she says miss Anderson,"

I nod and open the notes page, dividing it into two columns: will and won't I will elaborate on it when I draw it up for Aiden.

When we exit the elevator, I walk behind Aiden while Paige, a woman I have chatted with a handful of times, days "hi em. "

I offer a smile. "hi" Mr Davis continues walking ignoring the both of us. Paige stares at me and fans herself with wide eyes, pretending to nearly faint, which makes me bark a laugh.

He shifts his gaze towards me with a raised brow. I school my features and apologies before I continue walking.

When I arrive at the meeting room, I wait for him to open the door and walk inside, only he holds it open, waiting.

Me being dumb. I gaze up at him, questioning why he paused until he says "ladies first, miss Anderson."

I turn red from embarrassment. How did I not realize he's holding it for me? I'm such an idiot?

I express my gratitude, then take a seat next to where he sits. Lucy sits across from us . The room is silent.

The sun filters in through the large windows behind us, the heat from it warming my back. I don't mind; I love the sensation.

Before we begin the meeting, I ask her politely, "is there anything I can get you, miss smith water maybe?"

She offers me a grateful smile but say's "no thank you".

I nod and set the table on the table as Aiden spoke. He looks over the contract I drew up not 20 minutes ago explaining what's inside and where she needs to sigh before he then asks her about shoots and cat walks.

"I wouldn't have any desire to do any naked shoots. I'm not confident enough for that, but I'm fine with swim wear and regular clothing. I won't participate in anything related to calendars My friend amber, went to one, and she had to be naked. Her manager didn't even inform her just that it was for a fashion mag disgusting"

I furrow my brows, a feeling of disgust filling me. Who lies about what they're doing, assholes?

He moves forward, his hands clasped together. "I can guarantee you, miss smith, whatever you want to do is what we do. I won't force you to attend a gig that you haven't approved first. I'm happy as long as my clients are happy. "

She gazes up at him with wide eyes. "I can choose what I do."

Yet again, I feel my brow pinch as I stare at Lucy. Does she believe she didn't have a choice? Everyone who is signed with Aiden has one.

who has she worked for before where they didn't give her that?

"Miss Smith, you will always have a choice here. Mr. Davis finds it important, as do I. He will never make you do something you don't want to"

She nods, and for the next hour; we go through her lists of likes and dislikes. When we are done, I let out a sigh of relief when I finally stretch my legs.

The work day quickly passes, and I'm ready to go home only problem is I now have to get ready to work at the club called the edge for the next 8 hours.

However, I'm already exhausted and my feet are screaming at me for wearing heels all day.

Emily.

Upon arriving home, I immediately rush to get dressed before heading to the club. As I step inside, the smell of booze hits my nose. The thumping of the music causes my bones to feel like they're shaking. The neon strobe lights on stage disorient me.

It's empty at the moment. None of the girls are on stage. The stage's left and right metal cages are empty too. But, I'm sure the private rooms aren't.

Once I go to the back of the club, I reach the room where we keep all our belongings. Going to the club's back, I find the room for our belongings.

Did I mention it's a gentlemen's club? I don't remove my clothes; I am in charge of drinks. Unfortunately, I don't possess their courage.

As I enter, the only person I see is Candy, which is her stage name.

When I enter and place my bag down, she greets me with a "hey."

She is wearing a hot pink dress that is way too tight. She also has on black stockings and silver heels. She looks quite striking. She won't be wearing that outfit for much longer. She wears a bra. And underwear.

Every night, she surveys me and asks, "Why not dance? You would earn so much more. "

While an uncomfortable feeling washes over me, I let out a sigh at the mere thought of men seeing me half-naked. It's okay if women do it, as they need to earn a living. It's just not for me.

I lack the same confidence as you. The difference is that I can't dance. If I tried to get on the pole like you, I would surely break my neck. I will let the professionals handle it."

After shrugging, she turns round again. She looks into the mirror. She sits surrounded by lights that light up her face.

I saunter back out. I see tables filled with eager people waiting for the girls to arrive on stage.

As I pass by Vinnie, a bouncer with a scar under his left eye, mousey brown hair and green eyes, his body is pure muscle, and that's why I call him a gentle giant, because he in fact looks like a giant.

He occasionally checks on me respectfully. He doesn't know if it's his choice or Marcus the boss.

With a smile mirroring mine, he responds to my greeting of "hi, Vin" with a nod as he says "Emily"

I walk behind the bar and notice him leaning on his arms. His words echo, "Marcus wants to chat with you."" My face pales, my pulse quickening. I wonder, what does he want to talk about?

Noticing my reaction, Vinnie reassures me by saying, "It's nothing to worry about. Go see him in the office. He's waiting."

As I walk towards the back of the club again, the rhythm of my heartbeat keeps reverberating. The music is hushed but I feel the thump of the bass, although it may be my heart trying to escape out my chest.

The man's dark energy terrifies me. It sends shivers down my spine, especially when I'm alone with him. It makes me terrified and might start a panic attack.

As I reach his door, which is the color black, resembling his soul, I knock twice." Come in, Emily"

As I slowly open the door, a shiver runs down my spine, wondering how he even knows it's me. As I step inside, my hands shake.

With a whiskey in one hand and a cigar in the other, he sits at his desk. I notice scars on his face. His rolled-up sleeves show scars on his arms, even with the tattoo. He's obviously a fighter.

Taking a deep breath to calm my heart, I ask with as much confidence as I can muster, "Sir, Vinnie said you wanted to see me."

Placing his glass down and leaning forward, he sets the cigar on a tray next to him. Under his green gaze, I attempt to not fidget.

When his mouth opens, I hear his resonant, authoritative voice saying, "There's a girl who called in sick. I need you to work overtime tonight, and I will pay you double your usual earnings."

I am wrestling with myself. thinking about the consequences of not being home until 5am. I'll work for Aiden at 6am, sleepless. Getting money sooner means no more sleepless nights or tardiness.

As I see his fingers tap on his desk, showing impatience, I clear my throat and say, "Yes, I will do it. Could you let me know what time I leave? "

He sips the amber liquid and explains, "When an order comes in on the computer, pour the liquor, deliver it to the table, then go back to the bar. Normally, brandy serves the tables. So, that's your schedule until 5:30"

Biting my lip, I nod in agreement. Although I've never served tables, dropping off drinks can't be that difficult, can it?

Before he let me go, he said any problems go to Vinnie. I agreed before leaving again.

As the night goes on, I keep serving cocktail after cocktail. I drop one and end up smelling like alcohol. This brings back memories of my father, which I would prefer to erase.

After receiving an order for table 10, I set out 6 shot glasses. They are filled with tequila, salt, and lime. I also set out 5 whiskey tumblers. Then, I balance them on a tray in my palm.

I walk towards the table. I pass by guys who stare at me. Their stares cause my skin to crawl. Their gazes trail down my body, and I can feel everyone. I hate their stares.

While keeping the smile on my face, I place the tray on the table "If you need anything else, please let me know "

As I turn to leave, a hand slides up my thigh. As I turn around, I notice a gentleman with brown hair who is smiling and winking at me He says, "come sit on my lap sweetheart, let's see what pops up. "

While the men laugh, I feel my face drain of blood. Again, I move back and dismiss his advance before I return to the bar where Vinnie stands. He is watching the man who touched me without my permission.

While Vinnie leans over his eyes, scanning my face, I focus on him and he asks. "What happened? "

With my hair hiding my face, I shake my head. Unsatisfied, he says, "I saw your face, Emily. What did he do? With a shaky breath, I whisper, "He touched me."

His eyes turn black. His gaze turns cold before he turns and stalks to the table. He grabs the guy by the collar and pulls him to the back.

"What did we say about touching our girls?" I flinch from his tone. The guy's face is one of horror, knowing he's caught. But, it's not the first time.

Despite him touching me when he shouldn't have, I still feel fear for him about what will happen to him.

It is a foolish question Knowing what they will do, I can't stop it with my heart pounding for the fourth time tonight After I finally get my shit together, I serve a customer who has been waiting.

Customers' drink orders calm down, eventually. When the girls dance, I stand with my arms folded, observing them just like the men, but I don't get as excited as the men do. It's actually impressive how smoothly they move.

After wrapping her leg around the pole, Candy grabs hold of it with one hand and leans back, slowly spinning down Expressing their love for it, the men throw money onto the stage By kneeling on the floor, she strips her bra and thrusts her hips.

She licks her finger and then glides it down her body As she turns; she bends and shakes her ass for them Then; she rolls and opens her legs wide to show her black thong before she closes them.

Approaching the bar, an attractive man makes my cheeks blush, asking "enjoying the show?

Biting my lip, I let out a nervous laugh before speaking over the music, "I'm admiring her talent."

Looking back at her, he nods and says, "She is talented. I wonder how you would be up there. I bet you're as talented."

I let out the first genuine laugh tonight." I lack balance. I would fall flat on my face. But Candy hangs upside down with her hands on the pole, her legs in a v shape.

He smirks at me, expressing his disbelief, saying "somehow I don't believe that."

"what can I get you handsome?"

"3 fingers of whiskey please beautiful" he winks at me and I feel my cheeks heat.

After he has the drink, he speaks with me well, continuing to flirt with me before returning to his friends.

While sitting at the bar, Marcus keeps his eyes fixed on me Looking over at him, I say, "the usual boss." "

While his eyes never leave me, he gives one sharp nod as I prepare his drink.

As I place ice in his glass, he speaks, "Next time something happens, Emily, I need you to tell me or my guard's right away. Do you understand me? Don't play it off as if nothing happened. I'm supposed to protect you girls. I can't do that if you're keeping it from me."

I tell Vinnie even though I shook my head first, But; I dislike fighting or ratting on people, even if they lack manners.

As I place his glass on the bar, I fill it before sliding it to him. As I look up, I meet his green eyes and say, "Yes sir, I apologies. However, I told him what happened. "

He points at me with his glass in hand. He says, "You hesitated, don't do it again." His voice is low and commanding. It sends a shiver down my spine as I receive his sharp look.

Lowering my head, I say "yes sir, I won't"

He scares me. But he is very handsome. He wears a fitted suit and has captivating tattoos, especially on his sleeves His eyes remind me of moss.

As we both stare at the stage with him sipping on his drink while I stand awkwardly. "Emily, some men here are not gentlemen. Stay at a distance when serving, alright? "

Despite me looking at him, he doesn't look back at me "Yes, I'm sorry." I only say if there was anything else, I could get for them. Inform me. As I turn away, he slid his hand up my thigh. "

I hear something that sounds like a low growl, "he's a piece of shit always touching my fucking girls. He won't be back again."

Honestly, I don't want to know what he means by that.

Without saying goodbye, he gets up and walks off.

As the hours pass quickly, I find myself already exhausted and my feet hurting even more by 5am. I need to go home and then get ready for work. I won't have enough time to shower.

While walking out, I hear a deep voice calling out my name. As I turn, I hold the door open while Vinnie approaches me, holding a white envelope.

Wearing a smile, he hands it over to me. "You forgot your wages and boss said take the night off, come back tomorrow get some rest,"

I huff out a laugh. "No sleep for me. I work in the city until 6 tonight,"

He narrows his eyes at me. "And you didn't tell boss why."

Nonchalantly, I shrug as if it's not a big deal, saying, "I need the money. I'll be fine, regardless I'll rest when I'm dead."

In a low tone, he says, "That's not funny."

With a smile on my face, I tap his cheek while sarcastically saying, "I'm fine, Dad. See you tomorrow, alright?"

He lets out a breath and then shakes his head with a smile. "I'm not that old Emily, I'm thirty six"

I playfully say "bye daddy" with a smirk on my face. "

Because I feel comfortable around him and we get along very well, I'm teasing him.

"Emily, go home or else you'll be grounded,"

With a loud laugh, I hop into the cab that's already waiting to take me home.

Aiden.

I get to starlight talent at 6 o'clock Emily is already waiting outside for me to open.

I glance at her with a perplexed look before unlocking and opening the door.

As we enter, I turn on the lights and catch Emily intentionally avoiding eye contact with me. Lately, she's been acting strange - first coming late, now smelling like beer.

I've known her for three years, and her behaviour is unusual. As we stand in the elevator, I feel awkward, and I don't get awkward deciding to break it. I ask "did you sleep well? "

As she looks up at me, I notice her bloodshot, circle-shadowed eyes from lack of sleep.

I can't stop myself from asking, "Emily, what is going on? Are you in trouble? Do you need help?"

It's a dumb question to ask, but she doesn't seem like the trouble-making type. However, there's always a first time.

She shakes her head at me, her brown curly hair falling into her face as she says, "no I'm not. I'm just having trouble sleeping. "

She bites her bottom lip, and her eye twitches a tell tail sign she's lying. I'm very observant and I know the signs of her telling the truth and not telling the truth.

Pushing the stop button on the elevator, I walk forward, boxing her into the corner. She takes in a shaky breath as she looks at my suit jacket. I feel irritated she won't look at me.

Grabbing her chin, I force her gaze to meet mine as I ask. "I can't help you em If you don't tell me, can you explain why you smell like alcohol."

She lets out a sigh, her shoulders slumping. "Someone dropped beer on me when I was on the train,"

My eyes stay trained on her face, cheeking for the sign she is lying. "Why have you been having trouble sleeping? "

She stares at me, and I can see she's getting irritated with my questions. "Sir, I came to work. Why does it matter"?"

I know she is right, but her words have pissed me off through clenched teeth I say "it matters because its affecting your work"

She folds her arms across her chest as she glares at me. "You know my work is not affected. Could you please push start instead of asking me questions about my personal life? I have to use the bathroom. "

We have a standoff for a moment both of us glaring at one another until I break the connection turn and press start, she's right I shouldn't be asking her as long as she does her work, I don't give a fuck If she's in trouble she can sort it herself I won't ask again.

When the doors open, I storm towards my office, snapping over my shoulder "buy some new clothes, then you can use my bathroom and shower. You can't smell like that."

I don't wait for a response as I slam the door. I take my suit jacket off, roll my sleeves up, then sit down. I have calls to make.

Kelly wants the role of the main character in a new movie called trapped women get kidnapped by some guy who's stalking her. In the end she. escapes. That's all I know. About it, she's an excellent actress, so I know she will land the audition.

I need to inform Lucy about her shoot and confirm if it's what she wants. For the next two hours, Emily will make calls and send them to me while I call Lucy and answer emails.

After things settle, she briefly appears in my office, likely following my shower suggestion. The only thing I've added was a bathroom in my office. I can't always go home to change, so I do it here.

I act like an asshole. "I didn't ask for you, so what do you want? "

She steps further inside as she says, "first I want to apologies for the way I spoke to you I know your trying to help but honestly I don't need it but I appreciate your concern for me and second I got some clothes like you suggested and I would really like to take a shower if the offer is still on the table,"

Surprised, I look up at her. Well fuck, she apologised, and I did the same. I reply, "Sorry for asking about your personal life." I finish and look down at my laptop. "You know where it is. Go ahead."

Her voice is low as she says "thank you Mr Davis"

I don't look up as I hear the door shut. About 2 minutes later, the water switches on and the most unprofessional thought of Emily pops into my mind of her naked body in my shower, her hands lathering her creamy skin with my body wash.

My pants tighten as I think of Emily, a sensation I've never experienced before. I shake my head to clear my mind of the inappropriate image.

What the fuck is wrong with me today as I'm about to leave my office on the phone? Rings, happy about distracting my mind. I answer "hello".

"Mr Davis, it's security. We have your brother here. He would like to see you should I send him up."

The only brother he would be talking about is Emmet, who has taken up a bad habit ever since my father died drinking and drugs and every two weeks to ask for money "yeah send him up".

"Right away, sir."

When the call ends, I let out a long sigh; I hope Emily is done by the time he gets into my office. He's become a dirty. fucker the last couple of months, I will. Protect her. Of course he won't try to touch her while I'm, here but I still don't trust him.

Closing my laptop and moving it aside, I lean forward with my hands clasped together, waiting for him to walk inside, which doesn't take long.

He looks like shit as usual in a black cotton top and grey sweats. He doesn't give a fuck any more than he used to, but now all that matters to him is his habits.

As he sits down, I stare at him, waiting for him to speak, which takes all of 5 seconds. "How are you, brother?"

I raise a brow. He's asking how I am for a change, but I'm not in the mood to pretend he cares. "let's get right to the reason on why you're here Emmet I'm busy".

He looks around my office while scratching his arm. "Where your lovely assistant? "

My blood boils at the mention of Emily. Three years of loyalty earns her my friendship.

Standing, I lean over him. "This is the only fucking warning I will give you. Stay away from my assistant. Any attempt to look or touch her, I will fuck you up. Do I make myself clear,"

There's an audible gulp as he holds his hands up in surrender "I dint mean to upset you Aiden, it was just a question".

I glare down at him just a question. My ass taking a deep breath, I move away, walking towards my window to see the downtown traffic on the top floor. The cars look small, and so do the people walking along the sidewalk.

Placing my hand on the glass I say "how much do you need Emmet? "

I see his reflection in the glass as he shifts in his seat. "I won't after this it is just until next week."

getting annoyed, I clench my teeth and say "how much"

he clears his throat before he says, "five thousand. "

keeping my expression blank I turn towards him reach into my draw and grab my chequebook writing out the amount for him I slide it across my desk holding it down with my pointer finger as I look at him "this is the last time I'm giving you money Emmet now I want you to do something you can either do it or don't that's your choice I can't force you"

he looks from IT to me and asks "what"

Leaning forward, still holding the piece of paper down with my finger, I say "go to fucking rehab Get yourself clean Emmet, this has gone on too long. I don't want to see you dead."

He rubs the back of his neck. "I don't need to. I'm fine. This isn't for booze. Just a few debts to pay off. "

I don't believe him one bit, however I can't force him. Unless he seeks help, there is nothing more I can do.

While releasing the check, the bathroom door opens and Emily emerges, looking much improved.

Emmet gives me a knowing look as he says, "no wonder you're being so protective of her. "

With clenched teeth, I mutter, "You got what you wanted. Now go."

He tilts his head, giving me a smirk. "Does HR know you're screwing your assistant? It makes sense why you kept her and not all the others is her pus?"

I cut him off with, "leave Emmet before I make you. "The reaction I want to give him is a throttling and watch as his face turns blue and the fucker can't breathe.

He laughs as he stands and warns, "Be careful, Aidey. Someone might report this, and she could lose her job while you get written up for sexual harassment."

I ball my hands into fists while I bite my tongue. I struggle to remain still and resist hitting the fucker.

I have never had sex with Emily, and I won't start now. He walks out. I exhale the breath I was holding.

She still stands in the doorway, her hair pinned to her head while the makeup she was wearing is completely gone. She looks stunning.

Getting irritated with myself, I bark at her, "what are you still doing in here? Get back to your tasks, miss Anderson,"

She jumps and then rushes from the room, her eyes wide. I shake my head as I take a seat thanks to my brother. I'm now in a pissed off mood.