LOGINEmily grew angrier. She couldn't stop thinking of what else he might have been doing with Keira while they were away from each other, but here he was, just glad she was safe. Emily didn't give a shit about being fucking safe. This Aaron didn't exist. Her Aaron distanced her from men every chance he got, went so mad with jealousy about watching her dance with other men that he secured a monopoly on her every first dance early in their acquaintance. Even if it wasn't just her, he kept her close throughout the rest of the night and always, always, made sure that failing that, he was the last to dance with her so that he could take her home. "I slept with him!" Another impulsive declaration. This one was one step too far. She didn't mean to say it, she just couldn't understand him. He just stood there and glared at her for a moment, then he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her body to his. "Yeah? Tell me about it, Emmy. How did it start? Did he kiss you?" He brought his lip
"You heard Cam. The Inner Circle's here to vote on who gets to be Queen of Assassins. Your girlfriend or your fiancee."The poor, anxious, dumbfounded man still looked confused. "She didn't explain to you about the table huh? Funny how she's always bitching about Madz and I keeping secrets when she—" This stupid comment stung more than it should. They should have gotten to that when she got the news of Madz's passing. She should have told him everything. Instead, she withdrew from him, from them, yet again. Aaron had made the right call. Even if there was no Aaron and Emily by the end of today, there definitely shouldn't be an Aaron and Keira. "Just spit it out, Kate." "Fine, fine. The table has 12 people, but in true House of Assassins fashion, no position is equal. The first five members, excluding seat number one of course, were handpicked by Madz as the former Queen of Assassins from amongst the founding families with the exception of one, which Keira chose to take her former
2021, February 19th(Imperium, Warlanda) Keira was on the phone the whole ride to the airport, going back and forth with Nathan in preparation for their arrival. When at last it was over, she covered her ears with a set of headphones and settled in for the flight. Aaron sighed. He wanted to approach her and talk to her about what was going on, but she wasn't having it. They were on a private plane with space to spare. She didn't need to be near him. He'd proposed to her and rejected her twice all in the span of two days. Of course she was upset and yet, here she was, taking him back to Warlanda with her anyway. Almost as soon as their plane landed, she went back into prep mode. When she was done, she just stared out of the window of the car, watching the scenery pass by. He had to say something. To thank her? To apologize? Was there a right thing to say? Before long, to his relief, Keira finally broke the ice. "Not that I expect it to matter, since you are here for another woman,
He looked up into her gray eyes. She wasn’t asking about the shares. They weren’t just business to her either, not anymore. He slipped his hands down past the slit and onto her naked thighs, loving eyes still on hers as his hands caressed and explored her. She breathed in sharply and a subdued, slight, little moan left her lips. “Then I get to take you to the ballet, hold your hand all night, pretend to be watching it while I watch you, hopefully catch enough of it to make small talk about it on the way home.” Who was Nathan Dormer around this woman? The little moans of pleasure, the storms in her eyes as she stood there and let herself be touched, tormented him with the promise of what was coming. She wasn’t just showing him she could be his person, she was teaching him how to be hers. Nathan took a deep breath as his fingers grazed her folds instead of the expected panties. He gave her a surprised look. She wasn't wearing anything under that dress. “And then, Emily Maine, w
He opened his mouth into hers and poured the Rum into it before kissing her. “There’s no one quite like you, Keira Dormer. Not even her.” Kate picked up her Bourbon and raised her glass to them. “Bullshit. It’s the face you just made, Miss one drink only, tomorrow’s super important. You’re the fun police,” said Kate. Keira’s mouth dropped open, before relaxing back into a smile. Aaron chuckled, took Kate’s hand, twirled her towards him and gave her a conspiratorial nod. “I saw that!” Keira watched Aaron handle dancing with her and her sister like the pro The Casanova of Caines undoubtedly was. Both of them had almost ended his life, but here he was, drinking with them, making himself vulnerable for her. Accepting everything she was, asking only to be allowed to. There’s no one like you either, Aaron Condor. (Maine, Terres Somnia)2020, August 16thBottle of white wine in hand, Emily found herself pacing in front of Nathan’s Apartment. He just buzzed her up 2 minutes ago.
He was trying way too hard. One way or another, she would find it, but for now she had a company to save and sexy as he was, life endangering as that smile was, she just couldn’t walk away from her family’s legacy. “Exactly. You did what you had to. Now, appreciate that I’m doing the same.”Emily licked her lips and thought for a second, before opening her purse. She pulled out a ticket and handed it to him. “You’ve already seen this.” “I know. But you haven’t. Maybe when we see it together, you can actually watch the ballet instead of me this time.”He looked down at it. The ticket was for the day after the vote, the one she meant to veto as the majority shareholder of Maine Industries, knowing full well that that was the only way to snatch the position out from under Duke Maine. “Let me guess. This is a fifth date ticket.” “I always knew you were more than just devastatingly pretty.”She gave him a light, teasing kiss on his lips. “Fourth date happens within three days or not







