Emma's POV I instructed the cab driver to drop me off at an apartment complex in the city. I still didn't know my way around New York and had to be wandering around like a mad woman, especially now that I was alone and now venerable to the open world. I couldn't hire security or buy camera systems like Ethan. But I was grateful he had placed ten thousand dollars in my personal savings account the day after my birthday; although I had told him not to and that I wasn't after his money, he insisted. Now, it came in handy along with the other monies I'd saved from being his maid.I arrived at a neat hotel building, about five miles away from the mansion. It was private and there were security guards on the compound. "Hello, my name is Emma. I would like to rent an apartment. Are there any rooms available?" I asked a elder woman in the main office. She gazed up from her computer. "Hello, dear. Yes, we have rooms available. I'll need a proof of ID

Emma's POV I partied until midnight at Roger's. My body ached from the heat of dancing but I had never felt so carefree and wild before. I danced like there was no tomorrow and I drank like a professional. I guess I wanted to wash away the stress and pain Ethan had put me through. I wanted do something to get my mind off of him and forget about him.Although my head was pounding and my body was aching, I had to get on my feet and go find a job, so that was exactly what I did. I took a shower and washed my hair then changed into something decent, and had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with fresh orange juice. I headed to where businesses were in abundance, keeping tabs of all the corners, streets and road signs so I wouldn't get lost. I had good recollection.I walked into a boutique after I saw "Help Wanted" on a flyer in its windows. It was more of a clothing store with affordable items for purchase but it was wonderfully kept and it had a welcoming feel

Emma's POV "Hello, dear. My grandson told me you'll be taking over," Roger's grandmother said once I opened the door. She strolled into my room and sat on the sofa. "Um, yeah. I'll be starting on Monday. I hope that's alright with you," I said, rubbing the back of my neck. She had caught me off guard. "Alright, dear. I'm happy. I can finally get some rest around here."I yawned and she looked at me. "Oh, you're sleepy. I'll get out of your hair," she said then got on her feet. "Mrs.—""Stones.""Mrs. Stones, I don't mean to come off rude or disrespectful, but I was just about to go lie down when you came over.""That's alright, dear. I'll see you around anyway. Have a good nap." I headed for the bedroom and fell into a nice, comfortable sleep. I woke up to a literal pounding on the door. I would be furious at whoever the hell it was; I didn't care if it was a police officer. T

Emma's POV I looked at my wrist watch again. It was one in the morning and I was becoming sleepy but the entertainment was amazing. Celine Dion was performing her hits, and I loved me some Celine.  "Enjoying yourself?" Ethan asked, moving closer to me. We were alone in his private booth, which had the best view in the place, with comfortable seats and cooling units. "Yes, I am," I said, yawning. "You're sleepy baby," he said, hugging me and laying me on his lap like a baby. He rubbed my back softly. "Stop. You're gonna make me fall asleep if you continue to do that," I told him, removing his hand. "Do you want to leave now?""Yeah," I said with another yawn. He took me in his arms and carried me, bridal style, with my arms around his neck while I laid against his hard chest, listening to his heartbeat. It was like music to my ears. I missed that. I was placed in a black

Emma's POV Ethan had to attend his company's formal dinner and, as his fiancee, I had to accompany him. I had moved back into his mansion, putting the past behind us and falling in love all over again. I quit the receptionist job and was making plans on starting my own business venture. Ethan said he'd support in every way. I was relying on him for that. We dressed together, he wore a sharp black Armani and I wore a long black lace dress from Torick's. We looked absolutely adorable together. As we descended the stairs the household staff cheered and clapped for us as if we were royalty. Well, we kinda were, my arm wrenched in his. He opened the door for me to his black Bentley. I sat down comfortably as he got into the driver's seat and started the car."You look so damn beautiful tonight," he said and planted a kiss on my lips. "And you look so handsome right now." He gave a smirk and drove out of the gar