56| Whose Is It (Matthew)

Weeks passed by and no one suspected a thing about Emma and I being a thing. We dated casually, Emma would sometimes spend nights at the penthouse and we would carpool to work almost every day.

The photos of the event were published, and Greene Designs was getting all sorts of hype now after Emma’s dress’s debut, along with my new and more diverse model roster – people were swooning.

Things were going great, and only a few arguments here and there whenever my sexual past would be brought up. Emma would question if I would be able to commit to her and only her, she insisted one night that I tell her the story of all the other assistants of mine that I’ve screwed before – afraid that she was going down the same path.

I always assure her that she’s different from them all, that I’m crazy about her and that things between us are real and great, and that I don’t desire anyone but her, but she sometimes doubted me if I smiled or looked at another woman a certain wa