Emma tried to look away, but it was too late. Spencer called her over. “Emma!” he called. “Don’t go. Come here.” Emma reluctantly walked over. “This is my friend,” he said to the woman he was arguing with. “I’d like to speak with her. Can you leave us?” “But I…” “Please, just go.” The woman glared at Emma, but said nothing else and left. Emma felt a surge of disappointment. Spencer had always seemed so sweet, but it turned out he was just like Will. “Sorry I missed you at the final,” he said. “How about grabbing a cup of coffee or something now that I have you? “Oh yeah, sure,” Emma agreed. She was reluctant to go with him. But she had no reason to say no. “Great, I know this great spot. It’s right down the street.” “Okay.” “Sorry I used you like that just now,” he said as they walked. “That was my ex. She, um, cheated on me and now is trying to get me to take her back. I saw you and figured I could use you to get away from her.” “Oh
Will arrived to his hotel room after another day of battle. Things in Italy were worse than he feared. He didn’t intend to stay as long as he had. The memory of Emma, and how had been that night stayed with him. He couldn’t wait to get back and have an encore performance. Any other business trip would have found him with a different girl in his hotel room each night. There was only one girl on his mind, and it was strange to him. Their “relationship” had taken twists and turns he hadn’t anticipated. Not once did he imagine things would happen the way they did. *How interesting.* He looked at the clock and saw it was time to call Emma. As he waited for her to answer, a small smile crept over his face without his permission.“Hey,” she answered. He could hear that she was messing with something. She sounded distracted. “How did it go?” “It was amazing. The judges really liked me.” He had expected a rapid fire, mile long babble, complete with minute details. She seem
It was well past midnight when Will got home. Emma laid in her bed, trying to sleep but her eyes would not close. It was clear that he was trying to sneak around so as not to announce his arrival. She felt too drained to deal with him, and hoped he would just go to sleep. But to her surprise, Will crept into her room and into her bed. She closed her eyes and pretended to sleep. Will snuggled up behind her, and hugged her. Had Emma not known about him being with another woman all day, she would have found the gesture to be sweet. But she was just irritated with him. He pulled her closer to him, and kissed her neck. She yelped in surprise when he kissed a sensitive spot at the base of her ear. She felt him smile against her skin now that he knew she was awake. “I’m home,” he breathed, and continued to kiss along her neck. He started to undo her pajamas, and that was too much for Emma. He had the audacity to try and be intimate with her when he was out all day with someone else
Will’s eyes shot daggers in Spencer’s direction while his arms tightened around Emma. She tried to wiggle free, but Will’s held her in a vice grip. “Again, I’m sorry about him,” she apologized, but her tone was angry. “Drive back safely.” Spencer didn’t say anything, his eyes shocked as he looked back and forth between Will and Emma. After a few moments a knowing smile stretched across his face. He chuckled, but the sound was awkward and forced. “Be good to her,” he said to Will. His voice was light and conversational, but will could detect the veiled threat beneath it. “You can go now,” Will glared at him. “Bye, Emma. I’ll see you later,” Spencer said, ignoring Will. He got in his car and drove away. Emma wedged her arms in between her and Will and shoved him away from her. “What the hell was that about?” she shouted at him. “Why were you there all day?” “You have got to be kidding me!” Emma yelled, but realized they were still outside. “Insid
Will and his mother walked in. Julia Stewart wore the same sour look she had at the wedding. She glared at Emma. “Well, well, well. If it isn’t the little gold-digger herself. Ava, wasn’t it?” “Her name is Emma,” Will answered, his fists clenched at his sides. “And will not speak to my wife in that manner!” “Don’t raise your voice at me, I am your mother!” “You haven’t been my mother in a long time,” Will’s voice was dark. He was angry, but Emma detected a heavy sadness as well. Julia crossed her arms and scoffed, but had no rebuttal for him. Will ignored her presence and took his place at his grandfather’s side again. “Pop, I spoke with the doctor. She said that you’ve not been well for a while. Why didn’t you say anything?” Will went from an enraged, wounded man to a scared, and caring grandson. Will hated to show any weakness, but Emma knew there was one weakness he could never hide. And it was how much he loved his grandfather. “What good would that
Conrad’s funeral was massive. Emma and Will were wiped out physically from moving. Conrad had given them his home, and Will made arrangements for them to move in as soon as possible. Every important person the city attended, as well as the press. Will had closed all offices of Stewart Industries for the occasion so that the employees would be able to attend. Emma stood at his side, greeting guests as they walked inside the funeral home. “Thank you for coming,” Will said robotically as people walked past him. Even as Alex and Sabrina walked in, he didn’t seem to notice them. Emma did her best to be the dutiful, supportive wife. She was worried about him. All he did was work. Meals went untouched, and he wasn’t sleeping. He looked worn and thin, like he could fall over at any moment. When her mother died, she was young. But losing someone you love hurts at any age. There was nothing she could do for him. He refused to cry, or talk about it. He was drowning in his grief
Of course. Of course, he was with Grace. He told her he needed to be alone. But it was so he could be with Grace. Why did she let this continue to happen to her? “Emma, you just say the word and I will end him,” Sabrina continued. “Girl, I swear to God, I will end him so hard that no one will even know he existed.” “I may take you up on that. Let me call you back.” “I’ll be here,” Sabrina promised and hung up. Emma sank into the couch and let her head fall into her hands. She grabbed one of the cushions and screamed into it. “I am such an idiot!” she yelled into it. Rage, betrayal, and jealousy churned within the pit of her stomach making her feel sick. He could have told her that he wanted to see Grace. Why did he have to lie? Now she looked like to stupid pathetic wife of a rich playboy who was getting cheated on. If he had just told her the truth, she wouldn’t feel so bad. “Oh, stop lying to yourself,” she yelled at her herself, and hurled the pillow acros
Emma was processing the fact that she had won a prize in the contest. It was more than she could have hoped for. Her phone rang, and she answered. “Congratulations!” Spencer cheered. “I just saw the contest results, and I saw you placed! Everyone in the industry is going to want you now.” “Thanks,” Emma smiled despite herself. “I think I’m still in shock. Getting to the final was great enough. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would place.” “I told you! I’m going to try even harder to get you to work with me. You’re the hottest new architect around. Let me take you to lunch to celebrate, and hopefully sell you on the idea of working here.” “Sure, that sounds lovely.” “Great! I’ll take you to this amazing place downtown. Dress nice. It’s on the fancier side.” “Spencer, that’s too much!” “Nonsense! You deserve it! Besides, you shared your homemade cake with me. I could never repay that.” “Okay,” Emma laughed. Send me the address, and I’ll