EmilyI keep holding my phone in tension, knowing Kane might have talked to mom. "Hello!" Mom's voice comes again. I clear my throat and pull a smile across my face. "Mom""Emily," her voice is full of confusion and surprise. "I don't know why I felt like I heard Kane. Was that Kane?"How am I gonna lie to her? There's no point in lying. I hope she's gonna understand. "Hmm," I can't speak anything else."Really? It was him? Did you guys get back together?" She chirps. Mom is hardly excited lately and I know how badly she wanted me to end up with Kane when we were together. Even my dad. Our friends. Colleagues. Everyone. "Mom!" I let out a deep sigh. "Nothing like that. I'm just working on a project with Kane. That's it. We're just— partners"I don't hear anything from mom for a few seconds as if she's disappointed. "Mom""Yes. I'm here. Actually, I got excited. I thought he—""How are you, mom?" I switch the topic since I know it's not worth talking about. "I'm fine. How're you?

KaneWhere the fuck is she? I storm out of the cottage, groaning in anger after spending a long frustrating moment finding Emily. It freaked me out as soon as I realised she wasn't in the cottage at this hour. It's freaking dark all around. Her phone is switched off. Katherine told me Emily was in the cottage when she left. That means Emily left a couple of hours ago. This woman has sworn to take a test of my patience. How could she even dare to step out when I literally asked her not to? I guess I gave her more than she deserved. For a whole week, I have been spoiling her. No wonder why she could again start being a brat. "The number you have called is currently not available. Please try—"I cut the call, seething, "Damn you, Emily. I swear you're gonna regret doing this shit with me"I don't know what's pissing me off. Deep inside, I can feel the tension building inside me but I struggle and let my sanity win.I'm angry. I'm not worried.I'm not worried.Ranting to myself, I get

EmilyPin drop silence in the room. I can hear only my slow sobs and his groans. He's still gazing up at me after I confessed my concern for him. And I wasn't lying. I indeed care. I do. "You care for me?" His voice softens, making my heart skip. His tone is somehow mixed with surprise and bliss— at least that's what I can feel. I lift my eyes and find his calm eyes darting at me. "Yes", I confess again."You— you care for me?" A sarcastic laugh from him makes my heart sink again. "I do", I blurt out of nowhere as if I'm trying my best to make him believe. However, he chooses to make fun of my confession.He laughs— aloud. It breaks my heart as the way I can see him not trusting my feelings. He eventually laughs at it. I lower my head, trying my best to hold my tears back. "Care for me!" He repeats while mocking and pushes himself back. I don't explain anymore. I don't want to. "You care for me, Emily?" He abruptly leans down to me again, his ruddy eyes scorching at me. His lau

KaneToday's office has been a mess, with gossip everywhere, David asking me not to file a lawsuit against Stanford, a potential break on the ongoing project. It all took a toll on me, especially the sleepless night I had yesterday.I reach the cottage and walk straight to Emily's room. The door is open and she's fast asleep, the nurse sitting beside her phone. It's too late and I believe the nurse did her job by feeding Emily and giving her the medicines. I surge to my room and take a quick shower to finally get a good sleep. Slamming myself on the bed, I stare at the ceiling for a while. Even though my eyes are burning, I can't sleep. I struggle on the bed, change the pillows and do every possible thing.It takes me back to the days of our long-distance relationship. I used to feel the same when I went to bed and the first week was crucial to get a good sleep. I got used to her presence near me, especially her ample breast to lay my head on, and her breathtaking smell which made me

Emily I don't switch my words and repeat. I let my emotions come out with my tears. Lowering my head, I sob. I don't know if I fell in love with him again or if I was never out of love with him. Whatever it is, I do love him. I do. A roll of laughter breaks the chain of my thoughts as I gawk up at him in disbelief. He is laughing while striding around, mocking and making fun of my feelings even though I can feel his agony behind that laughter. "Love!" He creepily laughs again while shaking his head. "Still. Still love""Love", this time his voice is rough when he grabs a bottle of alcohol and slams it on the floor in rage. As I squirm and try to function my brain, he grabs my arms and slams me against the wall. I hiss with his strong grip brushing against the wound. "Love? You love me?" He groans like a wounded beast near my face. Terror fills inside me with his ruddy gaze and his groans. "Are you telling me that you fell in love with me in freaking two weeks or are you telling me