Quickly, the glass on the table fell to the floor, causing the glass to clink to the floor, the cracking voice ringed in both their ears, and an awkward tension rose in the air.It was disturbing, the firm glance of Old Master Hart, the prominent gaze of Jeremy.Old Master Hart gripped the table, his eyes suddenly growing sour. "Are you out of your mind? What are thinking of doing?"Jeremy winced slightly, maybe, he hadn't expected his own grandfather to act in such way, but again, this was Old Master Hart and not some old boring grandfather. This was Old Master Hart, the leader of the Hart family."Grandfather. I swear it was only a joke," He cackled a low nervous laughter, inching away from Old Master Hart's cane that almost flashed towards his face."What stupid joke is that, eh?" It happened so quickly, the cane waving through his face, and an old man chattering his lips in anger. His legs tapping against the floor in pure rage.And, the best option available, he would just leave,
In any word. Emma wouldn't say she hated her brother. Hell, it was the complete opposite, he was neutral, between her hate and like.Her brother, Andrew, had some certain definitions; He was hot tempered. He was arrogant, he was sly, and Emma could never even say when she had liked her brother, even for once. Just pure Nemesis, stuck in the boder line between hate and love.There was a time, she was just nine back then, her hands was fixated around the railing of the stairs, her face hot with fury as she yelled at her twin brother.She had been so angry at him chopping off the head of her doll, her voice was aggressive on him, her hands folded in an annoyed way.He didn't seemed to be the least concerned, as his ears just doubled passed her furious yell, and he gazed down the stairs, his eyes watching the maids who stuttered in their works."Don't you just find our lives amazing?" He turns to look at her, his voice draping with the chills of vanilla ice cream.She did it. She thought
Emma turned to look at her brother, a sly smile releasing unto her lips, "Andrew. You are back."He stretches his arm tiredly, "And, hell I am tired. I am going to bed, see you guys tomorrow." He walked towards the room, everyone staring at him in awe, he struck his face out, making a cheeky grin. "Oh, and I have missed you all."Emma's face melted. Had he missed her too? Something leapt in her heart, maybe, he had.°°°The door of the car flew opened, and Claire walked out, the dark sunglasses etched around her face, her cheek emitting a lighter shade of red, as the cold wind blew against her face, causing her make-up to be smudged a bit. She gazed up at the tall building in front of her.Hell, she couldn't wait, for the past few weeks, she had been working on her plan to seduce Jason Hart, she licked her lips gently, before she strides into the company."Hello, how can I help you?" A voice from over the laptop spoke to her harshly, her hands trimming against the keyboard.Claire pla
Emma had on thing on her mind: ignore her parents, because if she did. Technically, she would be ignoring her older brother Andrew.When they asked her to come for dinner, she just simply gave the excuse that she was busy, easy does it. It works better than nothing.Trapped in her office, sketching new ideas for her newly released game. Go to bed and repeat the same process non-stop every day until her brother was going to get the damn out of the country, but if he decided to stay, then, she would just have to change her process.Being in her office, she leaned against the chair, her hands screeching harshly on the keyboard, she had to pitch her game idea before next week, so she decided to work on her coding first, her hands lazily grabbing the cup of coffee as she got back to to typing.For a while, she got bored and logged into Facebook on the laptop, staring at the screen, she hurriedly typed up, "Andrew Roberts," The screen loaded white before countless of faces popped up, when s
His hair was lumpy, and his lips puckered upward a bit, he made to take a step forward, but seeing the almighty Andrew Roberts seated there, with crossed arms and looking at him, his heart skipped a bit, in horror."Andrew." He called out, briefly giving him a nod, Andrew acknowledged with a dirty smirk that lowered from his lips down to his jawline."And, may I ask why you are in my sister's office? Everyone knows that the Harts don't joke around with the Roberts."Emma widened her eyes. Wait a minute, even Andrew knew that, what she the only one who was just knowing this now? Damn her brain."I am sorry, Roberts." Jeremy gave a curt bow, he seemed exhausted and Emma wondered what he had been going through. How was his day? How did he encountered his day? Flirting with women, right.She chapped her lips together, and gazed at his crumpled face, he didn't seem in the mood for jokes, and was now glaring at her indefinitely."I will go." Andrew stood up, before gazing at his sister. "We
Relax Emma. He's just Jason Hart, except now, how could she calm down when he was watching her intently? She tried to hide under the fluffy paper menu. But now, he had holy recognized her. He was still holding his tray when he had spotted her at the far end of the bistro, all she just wanted to do was to have her sandwich in piece, but now, his brows knitted together.Great. Now He was walking.Towards her. With a twitch of the lips.All, she wanted to do was have lunch in a not so popular restaurant, but who would have known she would run into Jason Hart? The Almighty Hart?Wait, did he ate in local restaurant? She watched as he clasped the tray to himself before he walked over to her.One of his tall legs swept the the chair, before he took a seat, elegantly, he set the tray on the table, before he rimmed his fingers on the sandwich placing it gently towards his lips.Emma wanted to just fly away, away from his gaze, away from his freakin' handsome face, but right now, none of thos
Few days later,A tensed sigh escaped Emma's crumpled lips, before she picked up the lipstick, puckering it to her lips.Gently and slowly, just like a queen. After centering the lipstick around her lips, she tampered her lips gently a bit, before picking up the blush, appearing a quarter to her pale cheeks. Emma sighed, letting her hands drop to the table, she adjusted in her dressing chair, before glancing at her reflection.Was it just her or she seemed to have lost a bit of weight? Her cheekbones flashed a lighter shade of red, and her eyes, they dimmed rather tiredly today.Today was another day, not just a day, the MET gala day, it was the type of ball that required elites, and the worst part of it all, it happened every season, Emma hated the MET gala, why? She was always required to bring a damn date or the other, and it was simple for her. She just shuffled her dates, but today, Jeremy Hart was going to take her.Just to think that a few seasons ago, she was always trying to
Emma was in no mood for this, especially when Avery was overcrowding the door, her hands folded around each other. "Get out of the way, Avery." She gnashed her teeth, she wasn't hysterical, but why did some men have to make friends with jealous women?Women were women, they got jealous easily, but not like this. She wasn't ready to deal with this drama, this crap."Oh. Shut up." Her voice came out fearful, "Leave him alone and I will pay you thousands of dollars." She unzipped her bag, taking out some crumpled pieces of papers, Emma studied her, batting her lips together.Emma remained unfazed. Seriously, what was with it with rich people? Did they think they could buy the world with just a snap of their fingers? They were pathetic."Oh. No?" Avery raised a brow. "Fifty grands? I know you want it baby," She paused, zipping her bag back, "Make it a hundred grands. Just damn leave him alone.""I don't need your money." Okay, right now, Emma was getting angry, she hated being treated thi