Emma had tousled and turned in the bed all night because she was in a new environment and couldn’t sleep well. The first few seconds after she got up were almost humorous; her eyes bulged open when she didn’t recognize her surroundings, but she calmed down as soon as she did.She turned over to the clock on her bedside table to see that it was 6 a.m. in the morning; she had a class by eight, so she had some time to spare. She rolled out of bed with a tousled bedhead; then taking a rubber, to tie her hair up in a messy bun before she made her way out of the room. She gave a peek through her door to see if Rowan was already out; she would rather not meet him first in the morning, but her stomach was in desperate need of food. She trudged into the hallway and to the kitchen, which looked like it was hardly used. She was surprised with how spotless it looked, but thankfully there were fresh fruits in a basket and a coffee machine that seemed like it worked. Emma had turned to the cabinet

****They had both left the café and gone to visit Emma’s mother in the hospital after that, finally getting good news after so long. She was told that surgery had been set and would happen in the coming week. Emma was elated and grateful to hear that. She bid Amy goodbye before taking a cab back to Rowan’s penthouse apartments. She slipped the black card into the hidden port in the elevator that took her straight to the last floor. She entered inside expecting to be alone but got the shock of her life when someone rose from the counter and said, “Hello, ma'am.” “Oh my god!” Emma shrieked, with her hands quickly clutched to her chest to calm her frantic beating heart. “Oh, my, I didn’t mean to scare you, dear. I’m Rosita, the maid”. The older woman explained immediately. She was a middle-aged woman who looked like she was in her fifties, and she had a small, notable Latino accent, as she was small in stature with grey lined dark hair and kind brown eyes.“Hi, my name is Emma smith.

*ROWAN**In just a week, I felt I had gone crazy. I tried so hard to avoid her, but she was persistent in trying to be friendly with me; it made me annoyed and, all the more, made something in me crave it. There were some times I would catch myself staring at her when she wasn’t looking, but I had to fight the urge not to give in, Not to care.Most times we hardly met in the morning after that encounter, and I like it that way; it would make me care less the moment she was gone from my life. A part of me wanted that child to be mine. Who would have thoughtI dressed up in one of my many suits and walked out the door to my underground parking lot. I rode out and into the morning traffic in New York. I was stressed enough as it is, and it was daunting at times.The realization dawned on me that she was really trouble one morning when I woke up with a hard cock, and the last face on my mind was Emma’s luscious lips around it. After that morning, I saw her licking up the juices from the a

The moment the towel fell from Emma’s frame, the both of them knew that no one could stop this shimmering heat that had been waiting to erupt from them; who cares if they had a parental spat to argue with?Right now, they were filled with lust and heat from one another; all those awkward glances and greetings shared all led to this very moment: Rowan’s hands dipped down to her perfectly cinched waist, feeling Emma’s naked skin.No alcohol, no dark rooms, drugs, or hallucinations to hide over this; they were doing this, and he couldn’t care less, as he was already convinced the baby wasn’t his, so he might as well fuck her senseless since he had the time, and God was she glorious. Her milky skin was more savory and sweet than he imagined or could ever imagine. His large hands reached down to grip her ass, pressing the soft flesh that let out a moan from Emma. “Ahh, fuck! Rowan,” Emma mustered, preening into his touch as he wildly searched for her mouth, giving her ass a light smack tha

~EMMA~Raya was a sweetheart and understood that I needed to go since it was an emergency. She offered to give me a ride, and it was one I didn’t take for granted.I entered the car with a grateful heart as she sped to the hospital, giving her a quick thank you before I slammed the door and ran into the Saint Browns hospital. My heart was already in my throat; I felt like I was being thrown underwater; I couldn’t breathe; and my only thought was my mother. I just hoped she was alright. God, why am I always far away when something happens to her?I finally reached her wing to see that her room had been emptied. The nurse on duty informed me that she had been taken to the neurodepartment. "Please be ok, please be ok.”I muttered as I reached the emergency surgery ward. They were still in surgery, and I couldn’t stop the tears that ran from my eyes. Yes, they were finally doing the surgery to help my mom, but I was so scared. What if the time I wasted looking for the money had affected