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She was coming undone, screaming like a possessed woman. Watching live p**n is really better than anything. I was not shy, and Emily looked like she was lost in thought. Salem, lock the door. Why do you… I’m not ashamed of having sex; life is short, the world might end any minute…oh wait, it ended, and I’m planning to enjoy every minute of it. " Can you get dressed, please?" Emily told him. He was a nice specimen, as men look at other men. Gifted, but I was proud of my tool just as much.

“Is it real?” Emily let out a small breath, recovering quickly. “Thanks. And yes—it’s real.” His brow lifted slightly, something like approval flickering across his face. “Oh, I like her,” he said, glancing at me. “She’s not intimidated.” “She should be,” I muttered. Emily nudged my arm lightly. “I’m not.” Raphael huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah… you’re definitely not what I expected.” “And what did you expect?” she asked, tilting her head slightly.

Her fingers were soft, warm, grounding. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I don’t understand how I became this person,” I whispered. “I was strong. I was confident. I never cried over men. And now I’m weeping in your office over someone who probably never loved me the way I wanted.” She let the silence settle, and for once I did not try to fill it. The buzz of the restaurant beyond the door faded into a hum. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears. “You’re not broken,” Emily finally said. “You’re evolving. And maybe part of that means learning what you want and what you don’t. You don’t have to stay in something that hurts just because it’s familiar.”

“ You've been having a hard time seeing things recently, am I right?” “Emily.” It was more of a whisper than anything else. As I took in her ensemble of a pink jacket and an even pinkier mini skirt, I wondered just how she could have done this to me. Hadn't she heard of girl code? Or did that not apply to use because we weren't exactly friends? “ I… I…sorry.”

"You should go back, Emily. Start your own life. I'm fine. " She opened her mouth to say something but bit it back. She took another step back and bowed. "I'll see you later, my lady." I nodded, not having the energy to tell her that she won't. I watched her leave, her footsteps soundless. Tara came up to my side. "Wow, are you like a princess or something?" "I'm a princess." I said, watching Emily's form become smaller and smaller till she vanished from view. "Princess of the kingdom of misery.”

“Like what?” She glanced at me over her shoulder, smirking. “Like not lying in bed all day with you.” I exhaled sharply, raking a hand through my hair. “So that’s it? You just… leave?” Emily chuckled, standing up completely, her naked body on full display. She wasn’t shy, never had been. She owned her body, walked around like she was the queen of the damn world. And maybe she was…because right now, she had me kneeling at her feet without even trying.

"I'm sorry, Brandon. I'm messed up, aren't I?" It's tempting to agree since her crying right now is a bit freaky to me. Emilie is the craziest and most confusing woman I've ever met, but it's part of her charm. I also want to live, so I do what any man would do in my situation: I lie. "No, you're perfect," I kiss her neck and murmur against her skin, "And waiting is fine. Religious people do it." "But I'm not religious." "Really?" I question. "Because I'm definitely a believer."

The old man spoke calmly but his tone carried a powerful sarcasm. Emily had experienced being belittled by many but she successfully got over them quickly. Being belittled by the Old Master of Adam, Emily wanted to cry her heart out. She suddenly felt like an unworthy being in the world. Her eyes quickly turned moist but she was holding it back. In this kind of situation, she was not at fault. It was never wrong to admire and love someone.

Sometimes, not to give sympathy was also a kind of self-protection! Emily unconsciously covered her head as I straightened my shirt. Hum! It had a damaging effect. She was afraid of me. "Stop being someone's puppy. Be yourself. Get your humanity back, Emily! This is my last friendly reminder!" With these words, I climbed the stairs without looking back.

He asked even though he knew the answer and Emily nodded. “Burn down the beast!” Edmund handed her the lighter. “Emily, dear, I am your Alpha. Please.. don’t do that. I will die. It will be really painful” Alpha Asher pleaded. He coughed and blood was coming out of his mouth. Everyone expected Emily to back out or shiver in fear but instead Emily took it from his hand confidently. “My parents must have felt the same” Emily replied in an emotionless tone. She grabbed Edmund’s hand when he was taking a step back and turned to look at him.