Emily's Pov:
I was preparing myself lunch, with Miranda helping me to do it since Edward didn't want me to get into another trouble again. I switched on the TV, changed the channels and settled on watching ‘Big Bang Theory’, my favourite show from my college days.
I was devouring my food which mainly consisted of carbs when my phone vibrated. I swiped it on call, not seeing the caller ID while still chewing my lunch.
"Where is Edward, dear?"
The voice was so slow and intimidating that I was about to scream when I took hold of my phone after wiping my hands and putting it over my ear. It was Mom. Edward's Mom.
Oh hell!
"Good afternoon mom. How are you
Emily's POV:What the hell?!I stumbled across the grass, my toes curled up, burning with fire due to long and sharp pencil heels I was wearing digging into the soft grass.I groaned in pain, my chin erect with the pride and honour, not willing to show any sign of discomfort on my first real date!I glared at the spot in the corner of the greenhouse, a growing mould and horsetail above it, trying to distract myself from the fact that I was practically walking half naked in some attire that women dared to call a ‘dress’.While Edward's arms were draped so casually over my shoulders, I had the urge to shake some sense into him that I wasn't habitual to his lingering touches no matter how much I was a villain thinking this as his wife.Oh, my, my. I was his fucking fa
Emily's Pov:"Lily, " I heard Edward whisper to me but his voice seemed so distant to my inner turmoil. I took one hesitant step back, followed by one or two more before I felt him grab my arm abruptly, pulling me slightly towards himself. But my mind was too hazed by the strange revelation of my true feelings in a not so impressive and romantic way.I had always recalculated every possibility of being exposed or disclosed about my feelings but none of them involved one certain beautiful Edward's girlfriend. Edward never dated before Lara, proving the fact that he really and seriously was in love with her.Usually, when there is a girl being in love with her best friend, that said friend was always some playboy or manwhore but that wasn't the case with Edward. Of course, in romance novels it was!He was too honest with everything involved with his love life, liked always to share ev
Emily's POV:"Emi."I felt a slight tug at my fingers, which brought me out of my reverie. I realized the situation I was in, where I would be caught like a snare in a trap any minute I let down my guard. I looked up to see him staring at me, his eyes held a usual expression of concern.For a friend.Yes. That's what he would always feel for me!Concern.Friendship.As if I never deserved anything else.I smiled at him, my lips curling up longer than I had expected them to, considering nobody in their right mind would like to be in my sleeves. He looked at me as if I had lost my brain a long time ago and he just had gotten time to realise it."Lily?""Yes, Eddie?""Are you sure you're okay?""W
Emily's Pov:Um, what?Did I hear him right? No. Wait! Maybe I was hallucinating!"What do you mean?"He looked at me, maybe contemplating his own words, or maybe preparing to rephrase his sentence.I expected him to explain. Or elaborate on it. Instead, he left my hands to pay for the dinner leaving me to dig holes into my ear to assure myself if I heard him right.We were walking silently on the road and Edward was keeping a slow pace behind me, talking something with Michael. I had this sudden enlightenment that maybe I had been walking too much for my first date when we could always travel by car.I heard some shouting followed by rustling and dangling of keys and I found myself, in a minute, leaning behind some car, peeking to see the cause of the commotion.A burly looking man
Emily's POV:I tried to wiggle out of his searing grip, giving all the hints to him that he was practically squishing my very innocent female parts against his aristocratic male parts, tempting me to do not so innocent things with him.Edward was pressing me to his side, his large sculptured hands were encircled around my waist firmly and I couldn't help but feel how perfect his hands fit my generous figure.And then I started thinking about how his hands would feel against my chest. Would they be able to cover them up? Maybe his hands were bigger than my bust or they could cup.I shook my head vigorously to pry off these desires and stumbled rather roughly. In that struggle, my stupid pencil heels got stuck to the small pit in the ground.After many unsuccessful attempts, I pulled my heel too forcefully. knocking my balance off to Edward who was busy in s
Emily's POV:I was stunned for a while, standing intact and erect, not moving an inch to waver my gaze at him. When I blinked for once, I found my dream still going on.Only it wasn't some dream.He really said those words I imagined him saying so smoothly only in my dreams!Once reminded of the cruel reality, and the way he still was gripping my finger gently, I tried to pull it out of his clutch. My eyes furrowed an inch to see he still wasn't letting it go. I tried to turn my stares into glares and he pulled me closer, his nose almost touching mine.I could feel his cinnamon breath combining with my own chocolaty breath. Without my consent, my lips parted slightly and my throat went dry finding him too close to my comfort.Did I use a mouth freshener after when I ate like a cow? Did I wash my face carefully when I did my makeu
Emily's POV:The exclusive journey to our home was much more comfortable, sitting on a comfy seat of an air-conditioned VEYRON after a long agitating day in those ill-fitting heels. But it was equally more awkward sitting beside Edward who was busy on his phone, texting someone with so much hardness I could hear his fingers making firm contact with his poor expensive phone. He didn't talk to me after our little argument at that shop, now only making slow nods and dull 'hmm' at all my questions.We reached home about half an hour later. It was already past two hours midnight and I just wanted to get out of this tight short dress. For once, we didn't have to pretend and I was thankful for my idea that Linda wouldn't dare to follow newlyweds to the bedroom."You can wash up first, I am a little tired so I'll just take my time removing these accessories from my hair for now, " I motioned Edward to the washroom, w
|Unedited|English is not my first language.Kindly ignore any typos, grammatical mistakes and verbal uncertainties.Emily's Pov:With the speed I rushed to the washroom, I couldnt say same for when I wanted to get out immediately as I forgot to bring night clothes with me to change into. I closed my eyes to hide my emabarrsemt for those last words I said to Edward and that chauvinistic exit!Peeking out of the door, I saw Edward talking to Miranda about some files he might have misplaced and I took this opportunity to slid out of the door, almost quickly dancing in relief that I was still fully clothed in my dress, most strangely, still wearing my heels.Opening the closet, I started to dig through my clothes to find something appropriate to wear when my eyes fell on something wrapped beautifully. It was a gift from Mia for my birthda