Jeremy adjusted his tie as he ambled down the hall, his tone rigid, he was meeting with the demi-god of business, Devon Brookes to sign a business deal.As he walked down the hall, his earlier discussion with Emma hit him so hard, he thought he even forgot how to breath, but he kept it all in.He took in a deep breath, before pushing the door of the office open, his assistant trailed behind him, with a tablet etched around her chest, she wore her hair up, which is surprising because she never wore her hair up.He could already sight Devon Brookes seated opposite his chair, he took in a deep breath, if his grandfather found out he was about to sign a business deal with a Brookes, he would freak out, almost choking in his morning tea.Just by imagining his grandfather choking out tea, bought a familiar grin to his face, he tucked his smile elsewhere, before walking towards his seat.Devon Brookes stared at him with knitted brows, before stretching his hand forward. "Mr. Hart, it's nice

Emma decided that night: She wasn't going to end the damn game.The game brought her closer to Jeremy Hart, it made her do the illegal thing, she broke the rule of her family, she offended Old Mistress Martha. Don't ever hang out with a Hart, now, she would dare the consequences, she posted on her Instagram that her relationship with Jeremy Hart was real, even though she knew it was fake. Still. She wanted to do something."You are dating Jeremy Hart?" Oh yeah, this was the punishment she got. Yay, Old Mistress Martha tapped her cane harshly to the floor, staring at everyone present. "You broke the rule, Emma Roberts." The voice is cold, it's dreadful, as much as everyone present shivered by the sound of her thunder. Emma Roberts was still.She didn't get why her grandmother had called everyone in the family, just so, they could talk about her future with a Hart, this was absurd, even though her family was nowhere in comparable to the Hart's net-worth, she didn't know why the families

Emma couldn't sleep that night, even though she flopped her bed like a bag of potatoes, her mind trailed away, Jeremy already told her he wasn't coming home, and that he had some things to sort out.She rolled to the other side, letting out a low groan, before clutching her bed sheets hard. She stared at the ceiling for ten minutes, trying to twirl with her hair.When she was little, her mother said milk was healthy and was good for sleeping, she chugged tons into her mouth that day, only hell knew she ended in the toilet barfing.She finally stood up from the bed, reaching for her phone on the bed side table, swiping over to her social handle, and she read the comments.#Gooddigger_12: Cute couple.#Dr_Noah4: Why does it seem fake?She rolled her eyes, staring blankly at the screen, she knew she was working, but a part of her itched to text him. Just one text Emma. She told herself.Emma: Hey.He didn't reply, she flinched. Bobbed back on the bed, and pulled her hair.Her phone pinge

Emma: You are pitching your game demo today?Jeremy: Yeah.Emma: Good luck then.Jeremy: Wait, we just left each other like ten seconds ago, why are you texting me this now when you could just have told me?Emma; Don't TEMPT me.Jeremy smiled at his phone, walking along the halls, with his assistant trudging behind him, damn, he had really wanted her to tell him that with her fucking incredible mouth, now, all he had was a text, well great then. He could suck that up too!He pushed the door of the meeting room open, all present people standing up to bow their respect to him. He gave a brief nod- like always, before ambling over to his chair.Positioning himself, he turned towards one of the directors, "Thank you for having me here today." Even though I would rather be doing something better than this.They all chirped a smile to him- something he considered weird."It's such a miracle that you are able to pin a game down in just a month." The director with the quirky glasses pointed o

He knew she didn't like the rain, the way she tensed up whenever she heard the thunder brought a sickening feeling to his heart. He did not like that.She was shaking now. Badly."Emma." He gripped her shoulders lightly, his face probing into hers. He couldn't ascertain the color of her face, pure red. She was.... Sobbing?She was shivering, not shaking, two different things. "Jeremy." Another quiet groan, "It's raining.""I know. I know." He soothed, God, he had no idea how to deal with issues like this, "Come." He pressed her body towards his, cooling her.She clutched his dark jacket, weeping in his chest, "I am scared.""No. Don't be." He sighed, his hands stroking her hair, "I will take you home."Her eyes bobbed over to him immediately, "No!" She yelled. The tears sprawled on her face, she whispered, "I don't want to go home, the rain is bad out there.""It hasn't even started raining." Never had he felt sorry for her before. Her eyes were another tone of red, her body felt fra