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
Was it going to rain?Hell yes. Emma panted heavily, her eyes peeking at the curtains once in a while, gently, she watched how the thunder lightened the room gently, scary, she wanted to die right now.She gripped the sheets heavily, hiding under the plain sheets, no, no, please don't let it rain, her heart pounded heavily, her dark eyes losing its colour. She was alone now in her room, in the middle of midnight, while praying not to rain.And, the worst part, it was going to rain. The thunder strikes again, and Emma gripped the sheets harder pulling it closer to her body, fear pounds through her veins, panic courses through her lungs and she struggled to breath."Please don't let it rain today." Those were her silent prayers, wishing for the damn rain to end- even though it hadn't even began.Memories started to flood her brain, that same day, she was right there in her room, she shivered before hauling under the blanket, shaking agreessively. The memories, why in the hell were they
Jeremy was supposed to be concentrating but now, he was stuck with a woman who seemed to be tightening his lungs with her awful yet awesome laugh. Nah, not a laugh, just a snicker."What in the heck is pillow shopping?" Emma trailed behind him, half-yelling, half-smiling while tucking her dress again.He pushed the door of the shop open, before finally turning towards her. "Pillow shopping is an expression used to buy pillows." He stepped in, and she followed unwillingly."I know that, dummy." She rolled her eyes, while still keeping up with his pace, "But, I have countless of pillows, I don't think I need any more."Pillows racked the line, variates of pillows lined up, extravagant. Who in the hell sell pillows?"The pillows are for me." He still kept on walking."Oh." Realization hit her hard, and she flushed red, her cheeks burning with embarrassment."Now, will you help?" He turns towards her, gosh, she was extremely small under his huge body but just enough for him to step toward
In simple, clear other words. Emma hated meetings, such as this, where she had to be gathered around a large number of people which clearly she employed and watch them say game ideas that was rigged up. How can a donky spit out donuts from its butt?It would be rude not to listen, she was the boss here, she had insisted on starting this company even when no one acknowledged her, or when no one grew in support of her company, but this here was her responsibility."As I was saying." Her employee coughed a bit, gathering the mist in her eyes, before she spoke again, though her voice appeared cracked. "That's the idea for the new game we should pitch."'Excuse me?' Emma wanted to frantically yell, because honestly, she had payed no attention, she had been wandering around in her wonderland, maybe, she was Emma in wonderland."I just cleared the new game idea, I will send it to the official email, please check when you are free. CEO," She bows, her hands around her back.Emma forced a rig
Of all the places, Why does Jeremy Hart seem to come wherever Emma Roberts is?And again, why did it have to be a bar?"Another cup!" Emma dropped the plastic tiny cup on the table, before brewing out a cough, her eyes almost rolling out her face. She doubted she could see anything, it was blurry, the figure. The fogs. Damn."Enough, Princess, you are going to get drunk." Nicholas, her friend says, still twirling with the bottle of alcohol, he pours the liquid into his own cup, before holding the small cup lifting it towards his lips, "You don't have any alcohol tolerance." He laughs, before moving the cup to his lips, taking a gentle sip."Oh. Yeah?" She rolls her head, belching slowly, she could see the light that twinkled under her friend's face, "You promised I could drink." She brought out her tongue, flapping it playfully, "You are not my daddy."He laughs again, and there is something she loves about his man. His sweet composure, his balance, his sweet yet gentle heart, if ever