Chalter 5

Gregory

We had signed the documents and now Emillia was mine. 

I took her hand and led her to our room.Her hand remained in mine as I closed the door behind us.

I sat and pulled her in between my legs. She stood there,her long black hair falling around her shoulders,some of the strands covering her face.Her cheeks were all flashed and she refused to meet my gaze.

My palms traced her body,pushing her dress up until it was no longer in the way.I tugged unto her,pulling her down to me until she was straddling me.

“How do you feel?” I asked softly.

“About what exactly?Global warming,civilisation or…”

I smacked her ass,earning a yelp from her.

“Don't act smart,now.”

She bites on her lower lip.

“You're married now and-”

“That fact will probably hit when I'm in bed or doing some random things.”

“Which fact are you thinking of now?”

“The fact that I'll be having sex with you.”

I chuckle.

I lean in and press a kiss on her cheek then her jawline.She tilts her head,giving me more room.I ran my lips down the length of her throat,tasting every inch of her,feeling her body reacting to me.

I went down,kissing her collarbone,down to her breast.

“Tell me,Emillia,”I rasped,as I palmed and squeezed her breasts through her bra.”How do you want this…tell me in details.”

“I…”She buries her chest at the crook of my neck. 

I grab her hair and pull her back,”Eyes on me,darling.I want you to feel me with all your senses.”

She inhales and let's out a shaky breathe.

“I've always wanted to-”

Before she finishes the door flies open.

She startles and jumps to her feet. 

“Emillia?” I call out and it takes more seconds for her to bring her attention to me. 

She looks at me,eyes wide,all flushed out from amusement.

“You are never in danger when you are with me.I will never let that happen.”I assure her.

Her eyes goes back to the door. I grab her wrist and pulls her down to my laps.

“What do you want,Sebastian?” I snarled harshly.

“So it is true that you brought a woman home.”

“What?Are you bitter because youre incapable of doing so and everyone thinks it's because you're a terrible fuck?”

My lips press on Emillia's neck,my eyes fixated on Sebastian.

“If you have no other business, leave.Im sure my wife is bothered by your presence.”

“Papa wants to see us. He's in his office.”

“Let him know I'm busy.”

“I think you should go hear what your father has to say.”She whispers.

I groan.”Okay,let's go.”

The two exchange a passionate look by the door and honestly,I couldn't blame Emillia for not liking my brother.

He was not bad looking,really.It was just disturbing.Perhaps I say this as his brother who diligently dislikes him.We are so contrasting that anyone would bet on his life that we do not share the same parents.

Where I had brown eyes,his were blue.My hair was black,his was golden for some reason.He was terrible at official and non-official business and I guess thats where our rivalry was set at. He believed I was out to get him.i can't blame him either,father always succeeds in making us fight each other,mostly he calls it practice.Everyone knows its not. The only place we are almost alike is in our heights.Where he is six-four,I'm six-three.

The door opens.Emillia let's go of my shirt before we stepped in.

“Papa.” Sebastian called first.

I sat at the furthest in the room and pulled Emillia down to my laps. She squirmed for a while but when my grip tightened on her thighs,she sat still.

Papa's expressions remained neutral unlike Sebastian whose disdain was written in clear handwriting.

“Lucious,take her back to her home.” 

My eyes snapped to lucious who stopped a few steps from us.

“Emillia,right?” 

“Yes.”

“Go back to your place.”

“No.” She spoke softly but it was a firm decision.

Father's eyes scanned her,meticulously. 

“Gregory,you do know that marriage is a transactional analysis.What is this?”

“I'm certain I can bring in more returns in the business than I could do with marriage.You don't have to worry about that.”

“And I'm sure you know that is not what this is all about.”

“It is what you pointed out.” I state.

“You were to go to the East.”

“I don't see why that has to change.”

“Take her back.”

“She already said no.” I reply with a smirk.

“What makes you think that she will stay with you forever just because of a simple ‘no'”

My grip tightens around Emillia's frame.Something in my chest twisted,a sharp pain accompanying it.

“Now that we are here I am letting you know that we are moving out.:

Sebastian scoffs.”Well that's stupid.”

“And that's rich coming from you.”

“Emillia,leave.Go and familiarise yourself with the environment. The men need to talk.”

She does not move.For those days I've known her,those moments I've spent with her I could tell she was fighting back a comment.

She spins around and looks at me without saying a word.

“It's okay.”

She walks out after sharing another passionate glare with Sebastian. 

“Some bloods are not meant to mix,Gregory.I expected you to be smart enough to know this.”

“I am smart,you do know that.”

“She is an Obsidian.”

“I'm well aware.”

“Wait.What?”

I tsk.”You're always behind.Im surprised at how you managed to be the first born.”

“If they find out,Gregory,this will be war.”

“Don't worry,she doesn't know and from what I saw at her home,only the father knows.”

“You think that's not bad enough.”

“I know he does not want them to know.That alone is good enough.”

“Keep an eye on her.” Papa warns.

“Oh,I will.”