Emma stood there looking the poor little girl with dismayed eyes just how many times has her father missed her special days? He felt saddened and squatted to her level and gave her hug. “Why is daddy doing this nanny Emma?” She cried out wiping the droplet of tears threatening to escape down her cheeks “Don’t worry Abby dear, he will be here” she assured patting her on the back calmly. She pulled away looking at the poor little girl’s red eyes and stared,“Why don’t we go back to the party and enjoy ourselves till your father arrives?” She asked, Abby meekly nodded and held Emma’s pinky finger then headed down the stairs to attend the ongoing party. Who is that cute lady standing right next to Abby, Amelia? Sara one of Amelia’s friends asked. She was the closet to her because quess what their mindset is the same, sassy and bossy. Amelia rolled her eyes and snorted before she answered, “No one” “Well she doesn’t look like ‘no one’ judging by the way Abby has been clinging into he
Emma stood there glaring at the little brats as they challenged her back to back. God help her, but she was extremely tired of their rudeness. Not that she couldn’t do a thing about it, but she feared for her job; she wasn’t ready to give it up just yet. She turned her back to them and walked away leaving them to deal with whatever they were assigned to do. “I thought you left already?” She asked as soon as she walked into her room seeing how her best friend sprawled her arms and legs carelessly on her huge bed. “Hmm I was about to, but then I changed my mind seeing that you could need a good talk about your messed up life and I just happen to be your last hope who is actually ready to listen to your very whine” Elena said sitting up and hugging a throw pillow. Emma sighed and walked up to her feeling emotionally down and laid on her bed placing her head in Elena laps “Go on spill” Elena urged “What is there to say Elena? I.. I just don’t want any of this to get to me because if
He stood there staring at her wondering if she had lost her mind or something. Was she really asking him why he didn’t come home for almost two weeks? She definitely wasn’t scared of him and that itched his ego. “What did you just say?” He dangerously demanded. She swallowed her thick spit and repeated carefully, “Why didn’t you come home for almost two weeks?” She wasn’t expecting him to react that way so she tamed her little ego and lowered her gaze but then she thought again, why was she afraid of him? She was simply asking something, she wasn’t telling him to sleep with her or something, she proudly raised her head up high and looked deep into his eyes. He walked up to her ever so slowly and stopped right in front of her short self and whispered, “The next time you ask me that, will be the last time you speak in this house, do you understand?” He threatened She nodded meekly as his threatening words flowed down her spine giving her electric shocks and numbing her brains. Bu
“What are you doing here?” Alex grumbled, walking deeper into the room. The humiliated woman pushed herself up and walked up to him, placing her arms around his neck mumbling in a sexy voice,“Look baby, I know I made a mistake earlier but don’t push me away please, I can’t live without you” she slurred. Clearly she was drunk and that angered him the most. “Leave” he stated with a cold glare. She became confused for a minute then a soft look appeared in her eyes and begged again, “Alex…” she started again, pressing her body to his. He hissed and pushed away roughly growling, “Leave Natasha, now” he said again he was deemly in the mood for anything. Being rejected and humiliated for the second time in one day,she gathered her remaining self respect and bounced out of the room raging profusely. He released a heavy sigh then had a warm bath and went to sleep. He woke up the next morning feeling better than he was yesterday. He stood up and had his bath then ordered for a light brea
Two weeks had finally flown by but there was still no sign of Alex whatsoever and that worried Emma. Glancing at the little girl who was so engrossed in playing with her doll with a wide smile on her face, made Emma’s heart clench. The day they found her doll, she was so happy that she couldn’t contain it and fell off a few flights of stairs but instead of crying, she hugged her doll tightly to her chest. Saying, “I really missed you Jenna! I thought I will never see you again” she called her doll’s name. Emma sighed and rubbed the girl’s head then stood up and went to the library to read some educational books. By the time she was done, it was already dinner time but since Mrs. Beena was around that day, she didn’t bother herself and continued to read. “Nanny Emma?” Julia whispered gently, standing by the threshold and holding a tray of food in his hands. Since the day she dressed his wounds and asked if he was being bullied in school and he affirmed it, she gave him a piece of
By the time she could comprehend what he was about to do, it was already too late as he had his arm snakes around her tiny waist pulling her closer to his chest. With his intoxicated breath, he leaned in and pressed his firm but soft lips on her making her shudder slightly. She shifted uncomfortably trying to pry his arms from around her delicate waist but all her attempts were rendered useless, because the more she struggled to free herself, the tighter he held her. “Mr Lightwood…” she started but her voice came out as a sensual moan as he was now kissing his way down her neck. Having a little taste of her made him lose his senses and go wild; he couldn't control himself. His hands skillfully caressed her back pushing her to himself as if it wasn’t enough that their bodies were already too close. Sucking on her earlobe, Emma let out a satisfying moan and wrapped her arms around his shoulder tilting her head to grant him more access. Feeling the heat brewing between them their san
“What the hell?” He mouthed, staring at the computer screen with irritation. What had he done now? He shot the screen closed and sat on his bed thinking of a way to approach Emma now that he knew what he had done to her. No wonder she was trying so hard to keep the truth to herself because it was obviously embarrassing to say it out loud. Finally he made his way to the kitchen and still saw her there seated with a mug in her hand sipping something. “You are back” she stated matter of fact. Sensing his uneasiness she asked, “what happened? Why are you so gloomy all of a sudden?” He turned around walking majestically like a king but only he knew the truth behind his composure. His heart was running a marathon just by staring at her beautiful face. “Ms. Newton…” he started, “what ever happened between us yesterday was a mistake, I was drunk and didn’t know what I was doing so don’t get any wrong ideas okay?” His voice as cold as ice vocalized while his stares sent chills down her spi
Prologue “What are you doing?” Anger, pure anger and extreme fear flowed through her veins. The type of anger that almost feels like a heart wrecking betrayal, making your insides hurt and your mind go red losing its focus. The type of anger that makes you feel helpless and want to lose your sanity yet, there was nothing you could do. That was the type of anger she felt when she stood so close to him her back pressed to the hard wall with her hand painfully twisted behind her back she was sure it was going to leave an angry looking bruise. A dark frightening laughter erupted deep within his throat. It sounded almost like a desperate and defeated one and she gulped painfully. She should have known that daring a belligerent billionaire like himself was a very very stupid idea. The adrenaline shot up her spine making her quiver in utter fear. What has she gotten herself into? The thought of becoming his was the most frightening image she could ever imagine but there was nothing she co