SEVENTY FOUR

~ Wyatt ~

"Fuck!" I sighed, irritated at myself, as I stared at my reflection in the mirror of Emmy's room. I don't know why I ended up here or what for. When I had teleported, I had been thinking of Emmy and the look on her face when I announced I was leaving. Something pulled at my cold heartstrings, and boom, this was where I apparently ended up, like the love-sick pup I was.

Looking around her cold room, with its white walls and fuck all else, I wondered where her stamp on the room was. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I pulled her pillow to me, inhaling a deep whiff of her heavenly scent before groaning. Shit, I had it bad! This was not good! Not good at all! I threw it back on the bed behind me and ran my hands through my hair, a heavy sigh slipping from my lips.

I didn't want her to stay here.

In a penthouse locked up like fucking Rapunzel. Although at least Rapunzel had paint and shit to keep her occupied, Emmy had nothing but white walls and Matteo's dick!

I could se