Emma looked away. She was getting tired of these games he was trying to play with her, but she wouldn’t give in to him. The bus would come soon, and she could get away from them. She turned her face away from them refusing to give them the satisfaction of her attention. Will looked up to try and intimidate Emma some more, but saw that she was looking away. He looked at her profile, and saw a face he wished he could forget. “This is annoying,” he said, backing off of Vivian. “Willie, baby,” Vivian whined trying to get him to resume. “I thought we were going to give them a show. “Get off of me,” he shrugged her off. “I am not your ‘baby’,” he hissed at her. “Besides, you’re drunk.” “But Will,” Vivian reached over to touch him. “I said, get off.” Emma was so thrown off by his behavior. Not ten seconds ago he was trying to put on some kind of show for her. And now he was acting as though Vivian disgusted him. Something had pissed him off. His mood swings had
Emma woke up the next morning with a sore, stiff back, and battered brain. There was so much for her to do. She still had to move her stuff from the dorm, let the school know she was leaving the dorms, go to class, and be back home in time to make sure her father wasn’t left alone. As she prepared his breakfast, her mind raced with the thoughts of last night. William Stewart was always on her mind somehow. He occupied her thoughts in a way she couldn’t stand, but brought her a strange sense of joy. She really didn’t like that.“Oh great, I’m starving!” Anna called as she walked into the kitchen. “Please make sure it’s not too greasy. I’m watching my figure.” Emma rolled her eyes.“This is not for you,” she said over the sizzle of the stove. “It’s for my dad.”“What am I supposed to do? Make my own breakfast?” Anna screeched. Emma turned the stove off, and served the food onto a plate. She loaded it onto a tray and walked towards her father’s room.“I don’t care what you do. Starve for
“You can’t be serious,” Emma breathed. Why would he continue to humiliate her like this? Hadn’t he and Vivian done enough? “You heard what he said,” Vivian responded. “You are nothing to him.” Will made a face at Vivian’s comment and she backed away. “You want me to kneel, and beg for my father?” Emma asked, angry tears in her eyes. “Fine.” Emma looked right into Will’s eyes. Her defiant stare was unwavering. She would face public shame for her father. He lay in a bed, unable to care for himself, but he was fighting for his recovery every day. She would fight for him. Before her knees touched the ground, Will reached out and grabbed her hand to stop her. Vivian narrowed her eyes with jealousy. She stepped into of Will, and pushed Emma down. “That’s where you belong! On the ground! You are beneath me, you stupid bitch!” She leaned over to slap Emma, but Will grabbed her hand. “That is enough,” Will hissed. Vivian’s eyes were wide. She was certain Will would be on her side
Matt stopped. Emma looked up and saw it was Will. Relief and dread flooded her. She hadn’t seen Will in a month, and there he was right when she needed him. But he had found her in a terrible position. His eyes were angry, but there was never a way to gauge his reactions. He could have been angry with her for all she knew. “I think she said she didn’t want you. Twice,” Will hissed, stepping towards them. Emma pushed Matt away and he ran like the coward he was. Emma panted, trying to catch her breath. Her heart rate was still sky high. She felt her chest would burst from the thundering under her ribs. She leaned against a wall and attempted to calm herself down. Her legs were shaky beneath her, and all she wanted to do was sink down to the floor and cry. “Have you forgotten our contract?” Will said to her. “What?” Emma was confused. “Have you forgotten that I broke that off?” “You’re not supposed to get involved with any other men,” Will answered, ignoring her question. Emma wa
**Trigguer Warning: This chapter includes graphic and sensitieve contents as the topics of violence and sexual assult. Please be advised.**Emma’s heart fluttered in her chest. *He wants me.* As hard as she had been fighting it, she was developing feelings for Will. But she knew she couldn’t allow herself to give in to those. Will couldn’t be capable of feeling for her the way she felt for him. “I don’t belong to anyone. I broke us up a while back, but you’re choosing to ignore that that happened. Fine. But in that case, I’m just essentially your employee. If I wanted to see or be touched by someone else, you don’t have the right to control that. Not anymore. Not after you broke your own rules and involved yourself with Vivian.” “Emma—” Will’s voice was stern. “Don’t lie to me and say you didn’t sleep with her. I just want to finish out these six months, graduate, and then take my dad from that house,” Emma stood up, ready to leave. “Where are you going?” Will gr
Emma’s last hope died with that phone call. Her attacker continued to assault her. He grabbed her breasts with forceful touches, and she kept kicking and screaming beneath him. His mouth trailed along her neck in slobbery, slovenly kisses and bites. “Such soft skin,” he commented. “And your breasts are perfect. Nice and young. Just the way I like them.” He went to put one in his mouth, but Emma squirmed and battled against him. With her freed legs, she pushed herself up and he fell back. She tried to get up, desperate for every chance she could take. However, he was so much larger. He pulled her back and pinned her beneath him. Emma was frantic with panic. She had to escape him. She just had to. “This would be easier if you held still and just accepted it,” he snarled. “I won’t! I don’t want this! Please stop!” Emma thrashed beneath him. He pinned her harder to the bed. Her strength was fading, and she realized with terrifying clarity that she had no chance against him. She thought
Emma couldn’t stop shaking. Tremors shuddered through her as she recalled Maurice’s grimy, sticky hands grope all over her. His sweaty, greasy flesh pressed on hers, his sour, musty breath, the fetid scent of his skin… they enveloped her and she wanted to throw up. He was disgusting, inside and out. Will sat her in the passenger seat of his car. His suit jacket wrapped around her and she clung to it like a shield. She was still quite exposed. Will scowled as he noticed. “Wait here,” he muttered. “I’ll be right back.” “No!” Emma reached out for him. “Please don’t leave me.” Will kneeled in front of her, his face close to hers. “I’m not leaving,” he caressed her face. “I’m just going to get something to cover you.” Will dashed away and moments later returned with a blanket. He tucked it around her, internally cursing at all the marks on her body. The car ride was tense and silent. The atmosphere was cold, but charged with Will’s anger. Emma stared out the windo
Will kissed her again. It was deeper and more passionate. His lips moved to her neck. He kissed each mark left behind by the attack as though he were trying to replace Maurice’s touch with his own. Emma’s heart and body were at war. Her body longed to let Will eradicate Maurice’s lingering touch. But her heart was still afraid. She wasn’t ready to be intimate this soon, and in such a vulnerable state, she’d lose herself to William Stewart forever. He was an ocean, and she couldn’t swim. Emma pulled away from him.“I can’t,” she whispered, but looked away from him. The lust in his eyes was always too much for her. She knew that if she looked at him now, she wouldn’t be able to resist him. Will moved away, his face soft with surprise. But within a few seconds, his expression morphed into his usual smirk.“You’re denying me?” he asked.“Please Will,” she pleaded. “I want to. But… not right now. I’m… not ready.” She didn’t expect for him to understand, but hoped that somewhere in his hard