로그인Emma I sit at my desk, staring at the picture of my father, the one I found on Iva’s laptop.My fingers hover over the edge of the desk, unmoving. My eyes stay fixed on the image like if I look away, it might disappear and take the truth with it. The man in the picture looks normal, kind, even. Not like the chaos my life has become.Across the room, Iva is busy typing away, the steady clatter of her keyboard filling the silence. She looks calm, focused, like everything in her world still makes sense.Unlike mine.I’m just sitting here, frozen, doing nothing while my thoughts spiral out of control.Knox already made it clear, I’m no longer his executive assistant. Just like that, I’m out. My resignation letter sits on my laptop, typed, formatted, and ready. All that’s left is to hand it over when he gets back from his board meeting.I push my chair back slowly and stand, my legs almost hesitating, like they’re unsure where to take me. Still, I force myself toward the printer.My fin
KnoxThe morning light slips through the window and lands across my face, pulling me out of sleep. I blink a few times, disoriented at first, unsure where I am. Then it clicks, the ceiling, the room, my bedroom. My bed feels empty now that Emma is gone.I stay there for a while, staring up, watching dust drift lazily through the sunlight. The memories don’t hit all at once. They ease in, one at a time. The time I fucked her in the kitchen and other places we made love. Then more follow, her voice, soft as she moans my name. Damn, I miss those moments.I remember the first time I saw her in her office touching her pussy and how she uses the dildo to fuck herself. I squash the thoughts away, I don't want to get hard and then deal with it in the bathroom.I open my eyes again, I’m back here. The same white ceiling. The same empty space beside me. A weight settles deep in my chest.I miss her more than I want to admit.And there’s nothing I can do about it. She made her choice when she
EmmaI sit across from Iva at the restaurant table, but I can barely focus on anything in front of me. The warm lighting, the soft music, even the delicious smell of the food, all of it fades into the background. My heart is beating too fast, loud enough that I feel it in my ears. I stare down at my hands resting on the table, and suddenly a cold realization creeps over me.My phone.I freeze.“Iva,” I say, my voice unsteady, almost unfamiliar to my own ears, “I think I've lost it.”Iva pauses mid-bite and looks up at me, her brows drawing together slightly. She studies my face, as if trying to measure how serious I am. Then she tilts her head.“Emma, are you sure you came with it? Think carefully.”I nod quickly, too quickly. “Yes, I’m sure. I had it when we walked in.”But the moment I say it out loud, doubt hits me like a sudden drop. My stomach tightens. My phone is not in my hand, not in my lap, not anywhere I can see.A wave of panic rises in my chest, sharp and suffocating.T
EmmaI’m perched on the edge of Iva’s bed, eyes fixed on the laptop until they start to sting. The wedding photo sits at the center of the screen, and something inside me quietly splinters. A man stands beside my mother, his arm wrapped around her waist like he never intends to let her go. She looks unbelievably happy, her smile wide and genuine, the kind that lights up her entire face and creases the corners of her eyes. he looks so young, so beautiful in her white dress, the fabric flowing.She doesn’t look like the woman I remember from later years. She looks like someone full of hope and love, a young woman with dreams still intact. And seeing her like that makes something ache deep in my chest.Then I look at the man. He’s tall, handsome, solid in his dark suit, with warm eyes and a confident smile that feels oddly familiar. My heartbeat picks up as emotions rush in all at once, hope, confusion, sadness, and a kind of longing that tightens my throat. Could he really be my fath
EmmaI stay curled up on the couch for what feels like forever, my legs tucked tightly beneath me as if I’m trying to make myself smaller, disappear somehow. The tears that once streamed down my face have dried into stiff, uncomfortable tracks, but I don’t bother wiping them away. I barely even notice them anymore. My eyes remain fixed on nothing, staring straight ahead while the world around me feels distant, blurred, like I’m no longer fully part of it.My phone rests heavily in my hands, its screen now dark after the call that shattered everything inside me. Knox’s voice still echoes in my head. His words replay over and over, each repetition cutting deeper than the last. My chest tightens painfully every time I hear them again in my mind, until breathing feels like a struggle. I try to push the thoughts away, to silence them even for a moment, but they come back louder, harsher, dragging me closer to a breaking point I can’t seem to escape.The phone starts ringing again.And
KnoxI lean back in my leather chair, the dim desk lamp glows across the stacks of papers scattered in front of me. The clock on the wall says it’s well past 6 p.m, I can't go home now. There are too many things unresolved, too many loose ends circling in my head. I grab my phone, scroll to Ben’s name, and hit call. He answers after two rings, his voice heavy with exhaustion.“Knox? What’s going on, man?”I rub the back of my neck, feeling the tight knots built up from hours of stress. “The plan failed. Everything went wrong tonight.”Ben mutters a sharp curse. “Damn, what happened?”“Monica passed the drug test,” I say, keeping my voice steady even though anger simmers underneath. “Completely clean. Not a trace of anything. I need you to dig deeper on her. I’m not letting her walk away from this without consequences.”There’s a brief silence as he processes it. When he speaks again, disbelief is clear in his tone. “But those pictures, we saw her using it. It was obvious. How does s
EmmaThe door to Knox’s office bangs open so loudly that I jump in my chair. My eyes fly up just in time to see Knox dragging Monica out by both arms. Her body twists awkwardly. Her red heels scrape against the marble floor as she tries to find her balance. She almost crashes face-first into the g
KnoxThe soy sauce hits the table with a deliberate clink. Too loud. I feel it in my molars.Emma’s thighs have already parted from the movement of her legs. And the sight of it almost makes me laugh out loud. Not because it’s funny. Because it’s pathetic how badly she’s trying to pretend she stil
EmmaI stop, tense muscles, heart slamming so hard I don't think I can keep it in, probably my mother is going to hear it through the door. Knox’s hand is still clamped over my mouth, his body pressed over mine, still inside me, still trembling in the aftershock of cumming. He stares at me, calm
EmmaI am still under the desk when he finishes.His hand tightens in my hair one time, his hips jerking forward and then I feel the hot liquid hitting the back of my throat. I swallow fast.He groans and then he pets my head. “Good girl.”My knees hurt when they press against the floor. My thighs







