"What in the hell?" The man facing her snorted, before pushing himself towards the chair. At first, his eyes were not seen as he was facing the woman sprawled on the floor, and when he turned to look at her. His eyes shallows with nothing but red anger."I didn't mean for it to go that way." Avery sprawled on the floor, her voice hardening, "Grandfather.""Clearly, you are of no use." He scoffed, his dark hair which he had gelled all his life seemed to be peeking out with tiny strands of gray."I am sorry." She sniffed. "It wasn't my fault. I thought that if...""Stay quiet." He was hard, his body tensing, "I gave you just one simple job, Avery, you destroyed it. You made me feel weak!""I am sorry again, grandfather, I swear, I never meant for all this to happen." She wanted to do badly, get out of the floor. Her. Avery, sprawling on the floor while she apologizing to her grandfather, she was sure her knee would be bruised right now, but that wasn't the least of her concerns, she nee
Emma couldn't sleep that night, even though she flopped her bed like a bag of potatoes, her mind trailed away, Jeremy already told her he wasn't coming home, and that he had some things to sort out.She rolled to the other side, letting out a low groan, before clutching her bed sheets hard. She stared at the ceiling for ten minutes, trying to twirl with her hair.When she was little, her mother said milk was healthy and was good for sleeping, she chugged tons into her mouth that day, only hell knew she ended in the toilet barfing.She finally stood up from the bed, reaching for her phone on the bed side table, swiping over to her social handle, and she read the comments.#Gooddigger_12: Cute couple.#Dr_Noah4: Why does it seem fake?She rolled her eyes, staring blankly at the screen, she knew she was working, but a part of her itched to text him. Just one text Emma. She told herself.Emma: Hey.He didn't reply, she flinched. Bobbed back on the bed, and pulled her hair.Her phone pinge
The next day, Jeremy shouldn't have stopped by at his parents house, but he did anyway, why? Because when you break the rules, you feel... free.And, that was exactly what he felt when he stood at the door of his parent's house, with Emma shuddering behind me.He watched her under his lashes the way she pulled her coat together, stared around with those bulgy eyes that would have looked better in glasses and when she finally turned back to him."Are you sure? The Harts never like the Roberts? Your mother? I don't think so." Her face was doubting, she was frowning, and dear, even her frown seemed like her smile.If there was one thing Jeremy knew about his mother: Violet Hart was that she didn't take shit, she was nice in her way, always pampering him and telling him to do stuff, but her dangerous sides had an effect.Such as now, when the door creaked open gently and the only thing Emma could see was a woman dressed in a slight turtleneck gown, a necklace that read 'Hart' in an elegan
Emma: You are pitching your game demo today?Jeremy: Yeah.Emma: Good luck then.Jeremy: Wait, we just left each other like ten seconds ago, why are you texting me this now when you could just have told me?Emma; Don't TEMPT me.Jeremy smiled at his phone, walking along the halls, with his assistant trudging behind him, damn, he had really wanted her to tell him that with her fucking incredible mouth, now, all he had was a text, well great then. He could suck that up too!He pushed the door of the meeting room open, all present people standing up to bow their respect to him. He gave a brief nod- like always, before ambling over to his chair.Positioning himself, he turned towards one of the directors, "Thank you for having me here today." Even though I would rather be doing something better than this.They all chirped a smile to him- something he considered weird."It's such a miracle that you are able to pin a game down in just a month." The director with the quirky glasses pointed o
Emma had seen all Jeremy's facial expressions, his bored look, his happy look, his cheeky grin, his irresistible smirk, but never had she seen his gloomy face.She rimmed her hands against the table of the donut shop, staring around the tiny pink decorated shop, breathing in suddenly.The door bursts open, and a figure strides over to her. He looked good even in his suit that hung over his body, his hair seemed perfectly gelled, he looked well, except for the look on his face."Jeremy? What happened?" She stared in plain horror at the way he threw himself unto the chair."Emma," His voice is distressed, he seems to be going through some sort of pain, he ran his hands down his hair, pulling the strands away, "My flashdrive." He paused when the waitress bobbed over to them.What was with the waitress who came at the wrong time?"Thanks, but water will do just fine." Emma gave her a tired smile, she smiled, took one look at Jeremy before passing by. Yep, especially waitresses who gobbled
He knew she didn't like the rain, the way she tensed up whenever she heard the thunder brought a sickening feeling to his heart. He did not like that.She was shaking now. Badly."Emma." He gripped her shoulders lightly, his face probing into hers. He couldn't ascertain the color of her face, pure red. She was.... Sobbing?She was shivering, not shaking, two different things. "Jeremy." Another quiet groan, "It's raining.""I know. I know." He soothed, God, he had no idea how to deal with issues like this, "Come." He pressed her body towards his, cooling her.She clutched his dark jacket, weeping in his chest, "I am scared.""No. Don't be." He sighed, his hands stroking her hair, "I will take you home."Her eyes bobbed over to him immediately, "No!" She yelled. The tears sprawled on her face, she whispered, "I don't want to go home, the rain is bad out there.""It hasn't even started raining." Never had he felt sorry for her before. Her eyes were another tone of red, her body felt fra
Emma blinked, forcing the words out of her mouth, standing beside the door were two huge men, like really huge men with those muscles and all, it scared her. She wanted to hide somewhere right now.She did what was unthinkable, she shut the door on them, they tried to say something, but she slammed the door immediately, she could deal with them later.Jeremy.She ran over to him, "Get dressed." She bit her lips in utter shock, her hands rimming through her nails. Oh dear, let someone come to her aid."Why?" He looked so sexy, the towel wrapped around his dry hair. He moved closer. "Why do I need to get dressed?"She smacked his bare chest, which really was composed of lots of muscles. Gosh, so strong, she whimpered in the pain of his totally hard muscles chest and screamed. "My brothers! They are right outside." She should have known better than not to trust that sneaky snail of a sister, Sabrina never kept secrets. Damn.She texted her younger sister last week and told her she offici
Claire took a deep breath and stepped into the restaurant, reminding herself again that she had a nice life, nice sisters, nice everything, and now, it was about to get nicer.Her phone rang loudly, she picked it up, and said gruffly, "Hello, who is this?" She had a damn appointment for lunch scheduled with that man, no one could ruin this for her.Absolutely, No One."Claire!" Her sister's naughty voice shoots straight into her ear. Did she forget to mention that she was a Triplet born into the most wealthy family who took fashion as a really straight deal. Born first, Claire then second Cara, then Claire.The only way the Denver sisters could be recognized was the blonde hair and their pretty sharp green eyes that cut right straight to someone's soul."Are you finally meeting with the man who saved your ass away from your damn shitty boyfriend," Her sister's sharp voice booms in, her sister was not romantic at all, but she was desperate in helping other people's curse word."No curs