EPISODE FOUR

On hearing his accusation, a spike of anger surged through Emily. Sure, he is rich, and that is the only way they think. She told herself this.

"Plan..." she heard herself chuckle, even in her extremely angry state. Even the words were distasteful in her mouth.

Emily could not help but imagine what he had taken her for. Did he consider her to be a gold digger, an opportunist who only sits back and waits to reap where she has not sown? If that were so, he must be a clown for thinking about her in such a degrading manner. She concluded.

But what does she expect? She could only wish that she could turn back the hands of time, and then she would never have agreed to come to the party with Samantha. No, not the party. Of course, she will surely come to the party but will not have taken a single drink there no matter how alluring they appear.

Those were alcoholic drinks, and Emily has never been allowed to take any even though Samantha has loads of them in the house. Thus, Emily should have known that she was going to get drunk if she did not try to limit her intake at the party and should have been careful. Coming to the party was never the problem; Emily felt she should have known better and controlled her urge for the drinks.

At this point, her voice became suddenly low as she spoke to Don Nick, who seemed unbothered by her drama. "See, Don Nick, I don’t know what you are talking about or what led to my being here with you, but there was no way I would have asked to accompany you," she said in her defense.

He did not stop her from speaking but said not a single word after she was done. He finished applying some cream to his body, and he flung the towel on the bed, leaving just his mini-sized tight boxers, which exposed the upper part of his thighs and the huge shape of his dick.

"Huh..." Emily exclaimed upon seeing him almost naked. Her eyes were fixed on his middle.

"What, huh..." he retorted with obvious irritation. "I am still in my boxers, not as if you have not seen me without them," he accused.

"Oops..." she gasped.

She squeaked, and her eyes remained wide. It felt as if her heart was trying to slam out of her chest, and she would not stop wishing to mysteriously vanish from his sight.

"I am sorry..." she apologized in chagrin and quickly turned her gaze away from him.

Even though she would not have wished to see his body, she would still not wish to unsee it. He looked even more handsome without his clothes on, and Emily could tell that she was already acting weird in front of him.

Seeing that she was embarrassed, Nick decided to twat the pretty lady in his room, and make her even more uncomfortable, so he went ahead and teased her. "You taste good, you know. Too bad she didn’t tell me that it was your first time," he said blandly, without any trace of emotion or guilt.

"She..." Emily murmured inchoately.

Emily’s thoughts ran wide. She—who is she? Samantha did this to her. Is Samantha behind this cruel act? Even though this should not be strange to Emily, as Samantha has shown traits of doing even more unthinkable things, Emily would still not want to believe that her sister had set her up in such a gruesome manner.

Samantha was already accepting her and had been so nice to her the past week, and Emily was finally happy that her dreams were coming true, and now this. Or could it be that all her niceness was just to pave the way for this to happen?

This seemed to be the only logical conclusion, but even when the answers are clear, Emily would not want to believe any of them. To Emily, all that happened was because she had too much to drink even when she knew that she shouldn’t. Thus, she would not blame Samantha for her own wrongdoings, no matter how this stranger tries to paint it.

"You can turn to me, now. I am dressed," he ordered after a while.

She did as she was told and saw that he was truly dressed. He is putting on a piece of a gray suit and a dotted blue tie. He looked so different and even more handsome.

"Oh... yeah..." she said, gulping down her spittle.

The night before was the first time that Emily had set her eyes on Nick. Other times, it has been in the paper and on television. At the party, he was wearing something informal which made him appear ordinary and not like the man that she had always seen on television.

It was Samantha who drew Emily’s attention to Nick's personality when she formally introduced them, and before then, they had both struck up a conversation. The fact that he could keep up a conversation with her, not minding her low class, made Emily be drawn to him, which was the reason why she completely let off her guard while with him during the party.

"You know, you should be more concerned about what you are putting on," he said, taking a glimpse at her.

"Eh..." Emily murmured, her eye fixating on him for further clarification.

He moved closer to her, and as he did so, she took some steps back. Soon, her back was slammed against the wall, and he was leaning toward her. Staring at her frightened face, particularly her blue eyes, he cupped her chin and tilted her pretty face towards him. At this point, she was flustered, and her face had turned red in embarrassment.

He bent over her, and soon his lips were almost on hers. She shrank and tried to shut her eyes. She thought he was going to kiss her, and she was not sure how to react to such.

With his lips a few centimeters from her, and contrary to her expectation, he said. "I am leaving now. I have ordered a dress to be brought to you."

After that, he walked away without taking another glance at her.

Soon the door was shut behind him, and Emily breathed a sigh of relief. For the first time, she cast her gaze downward, and it was at this point that she realized that she had been naked all along.

"What!" she exclaimed in shame, covering her vagina with her palms. Realizing that she was the only one in the room, she stamped her feet and cussed angrily, hating to think of how stupid she looked before him.

*Knock... knock...* a knock came at the door.

Emily stopped and looked around the room for a sign of her clothes but did not find any, so she quickly reached for the quilt on the bed and wrapped herself in it before going to open the door.

"Hey..." she murmured anxiously to the maid standing by the door.

"Good morning, ma’am. Don Nick ordered these for you; I hope they are your perfect size," the maid informed her.

"And where is this?" Emily asked instead.

"You are at Don Nick’s villa, ma'am," the maid replied while throwing a glance at the bed.

Seeing how uneasy the maid appeared, Emily's eyes slowly moved to the bed. ‘Oh shit...’ she cursed within her. ‘Really was my first...’ she gritted her teeth as she could not take her eyes off the traces of the bright red stains scantily sitting on the bed.

At this point, Emily’s phone rang, and without waiting an extra second, she ran to answer it, dragging the heavy quilt along.

"Hello..." she said. "D... daddy..." she mumbled.

"Come back home now!" Oscar Lee yelled at her and hung up.

In fear, she looked at the phone in her hand and could not say a word. It was 11 a.m., and she was yet to go back home.

"Your clothes are on the bed, ma'am," the maid announced.

Without uttering a word, Emily looked at the maid, then at the bed, and back at her phone.

At last, a tear finds its way down her chin.