Kieran knew she would be hard to placate when she was upset like this. He still went in to hug her. She was stiff in his arms. When he released her from his grasp he got on his knees. “Can you ever forgive me? I’m trying to keep my jealousy in check but how can I when you’re so gorgeous and precious?”She hated when he would get on his knees. It to her was like she was a master and he a slave. He knew she hated it and she knew he knew she hated it. “Ugh, fine. I forgive you but stop doing that. Now can we get back to business. Did you find out any truth to what he said?”“Negative. He could have used an alias. Either way I’ve gotten in touch with a P.I. So, hopefully that yields some fruit.”“Yeah, I do not need him in my life at all.”“Agreed. Now what is this personal business with Sam?”“It’s private and if he wishes to tell you that’s his choice. You know I&rs

Kieran sat on the opposite seat from Emma Jean. She looked out the window thinking. Kenji didn’t have to apologize to her, he could have done everything he could to milk the situation. Could have kept the lie going even if she refused to admit it. She was beginning to wonder if he was a decent guy. Her radar had always been wrong when it came to certain guys maybe this time it wasn’t so bad. Kieran watched her, seeing her eyebrows wiggle and change every few minutes. He had an inkling of what she was thinking about. He didn’t like it, at all. He wanted to get her mind off that bozo and onto him. “EJ, when was the last time you actually wore a dress? Feels like it’s been since our senior homecoming.” She rested her hand against between her shoulder and chin. “It couldn’t have been that long. I distinctly remember wearing a dress as recently as last year.” “I never seen it.” “Maybe it was when I went on a date.” He gave her a face. “You haven’t

Kenji made up his mind to talk to her and explain. If she decided after that, there was no need for another date he would accept it. He sent her a message. “[Can we meet?] Emma Jean was just heading into the lingerie shop just a few minutes from the dress shop. Kieran had picked the right location; everything was within walking distance. She felt her phone buzz in her handbag. When she removed it, a preview on the screen showed who it was from. She wasn’t going to send a message back but thought better of it. [I’m busy at the moment. What is it?] [I’d like to talk to you in person. It’s important.] She looked at the message and thought what could possibly be so important. [Fine. Meet me here at xx location.] She sent off the address of where she was going to be. Kenji remembered where that place was, it caused a small pain in his chest. She really was from a different world than he was. [can we meet at a restaurant? Don’t feel comfortable going in a l

She pulled her wrist out of his grasp. She couldn’t help but laugh at his absurd remark. “Date you? The man that was going to ruin my daddy? Not a chance in hell.” “Wait, I never said I was going to ruin your father.” “Oh, you didn’t? please enlighten me.” She stood there glaring at him, daring him to continue. “I was going to get my revenge by ruining you and his legacy.” He stood up to talk to her. Emma Jean stepped back, he towered over her. “There’s nothing else you need to say. I’m leaving.” “Just listen to me. do you have any idea how expensive it is to go to your park? He didn’t just blackball me. He killed my dream. Of course, I wanted revenge on the man that did it. then I heard he died. I gave me a small amount of satisfaction but I wasn’t happy. I wanted him, you, to understand how it feels to have everything taken away from you. Do you get that?” He reached out grabbing her shoulders in a fit. “My family had to save up for a few ye

Mrs. Jackson turned around and hobbled out of the foyer. “Come on it’s time to prepare dinner. We’re gonna put you to work.” Emma jean followed behind her but could feel the eyes of the women on her. It felt as if they held animosity towards her. Kenji took that chance to try and slip out to play with the children. Mrs. Jackson was a smart woman. She called out to Kenji. “Come help lift these boxes for me. We have a lot to make. The men’s homeless shelter is having a hard time with funding. They barely have enough for food and supplies.” Hearing that Emma Jean wanted to do more for them. Kenji inwardly groaned, his plan to help both shelters was slipping through his fingers. He plastered on a smile. “Anything for you Mrs. Jackson. Put me to work.” Emma Jean and the other women were packed tightly in the modest kitchen. It wasn’t just the outside in shambles, the inside of the building showed it’s age. Something more should be done to help them outside of givi