Emily looked at Jackson, and they shared a brief staring at each other before Jackson turned his eyes back to the road, a silent sigh escaping his lips“Okay Emily, I didn’t call you out here for the sentiments, I need your help”“How exactly?” she asked, her racing heart gradually calming down as Jackson changed the topic and she was able to take a deep breath.Jackson eventually stopped by a fancy looking restaurant, the ambience and soft lights befitting a casual date. it was mostly scanty, giving them the privacy they needed and hidden away from the watchful eyes of paparazzi. He walked through the glass doors, Emily before him. The uttermost need to touch her, hold her hand but he restrained himself, pulling himself back because the last thing he needed was a scandal with his brother’s wife and he wanted to keep it that way. He didn’t want anything that would ruin his chances in organizing the Banquet dinner, so far he had a clean slate and he wanted to keep it that way.After t
Ethan walked into his house, albeit the quietness he could hear ruffling from the bedroom which meant Emily was home, a certain relief moving through him. He felt exhausted from work, from signing a thousand paperworks to the gazillion meetings with programmers and even investors that operated Hatton tech. He walked towards the bedroom unexpectedly, forgetting to knock and suddenly his eyes widened in disbelief. There, standing before him was Emily, her back turned and clad only in a lacy black slip. It happened in a split second, the shock on both their faces, the silent pause that lasted for merely a second but seemed to stretch out for eternity. Time seemed to stand still as his mind raced to comprehend the unexpected sight,and what followed next was a loud scream that nearly knocked Ethan off his feet.“Gosh, I’m sorry!” He yelled out an apology, quickly running out of the room and shutting the door. He stood for a minute, his heart pounding in his chest, his cheeks flush with a
Emily’s eyes widen, her heart sinking as she realizes her mistake. She pulls away, her cheek suddenly flush with embarrassment. She couldn’t dare to look at Ethan, his expression shifting from desire to confusion, the hurt flickering in his eyes.“I’m…I didn’t…” Emily tried to say, but words failed, they stuck in her throat unable to voice themselves, what exactly was she going to say in this situation? Why did she have to say Jackson’s name, she wasn’t even thinking about him but still his name found it’s way to slip out her mouth.“Forget it, Emily” Ethan said sadly, pulling away from her and walking out of the kitchen.“Ethan wait” she ran after him, grabbing his arm but he pulled it out of her hold, turning to face her with anger evident in his eyes.“Wait for what exactly?” He thundered but went on “Jackson really?”“It was a mistake” she said with pleading eyes but Ethan was looking anywhere but her face, he stared right above her head before he slowly looked down to her eye lev
Ethan and Emily Hatton having lunch together, Ethan and Emily Hatton at the park playing happy couple. Ethan and Emily Hatton everywhere, all over her social media feeds, gossip blogs. Anita Brown stared hatefully at her phone, scrolling through her TikTok feed, then her instagram. They were everywhere, and it infuriated her so bad she could feel the bile rise to her throat.Ethan always hated the press, he hated the paparazzi, he hated how odd and awkward he claimed to look even though he looked seemingly flawless. He hated his privacy invaded so they were hardly ever in public together. They hardly went to functions together, parties or even the red carpet but right now he had no problems showing Emily off, taking her publicly to fancy restaurants, playing happy couple when it should have been her. Ethan had totally been ignoring her, even after she had requested for one last night with him, had totally ignored her and evaded all her calls and it made her livid. She wanted him b
The sun began to set on the elegant estate, the Hatton estate in Beverly Hills where Ethan and Emily where enjoying a brief vacation away from the hassles of New York City. The radiant beams danced upon the crystal clear waters of the magnificent swimming pool. Ethan and Emily Hatton stayed nestled in each others arms amidst meticulously manicured gardens, the pool seemed like shimmering oasis made exclusively for their indulgence.Ethan gazed at Emily, a twinkle in his eyes that mirrored the sparkling water. The atmosphere felt injected with a mix of anticipation and affection, their hearts beating in sync with the gentle lapping of the water.“I really don’t want to go back to New York, I’m enjoying every single moment here with you Emily” Ethan said pulling Emily bikini clad body closer to him in a tighter embrace, her skin damp from the water but he relished in it.“Let’s not go back” she indulged him “If wishes were horses Emily” he said “I’ve been away from the company for too
It was Emily’s last day in Los Angeles and Emily knew she couldn’t leave without seeing her mother at least. Their last meeting was disastrous and Emily had spent every waking minute thinking about it. She had hovered over the woman’s number everyday, tempted to call, to apologize, to reconnect with the woman that disappeared most of her childhood but she just couldn’t. The revelations swarming above her, reminding her of the childhood she lost, the memories she could no longer recall. Her heart pounding beneath her chest, stealing the words from her mouth each time she hit the call button and she had to end the call immediately. One time she let it ring till she picked.“Hello!” She heard her voice, low pitched and concerned and her voice hitched, unable to speak “Emily, talk to me” she heard her say again and she ended the call immediately. Her mother didn’t call back, and she was grateful for that, like she understood. She needed time.But now, she was in Los Angeles, she knew sh
Boy loses GirlEmily flipped through the well worn pages of the book, it had some words underlined, and some commentary written under some lines. She flipped for a while and decided to return the book when a white envelope fell out from the book onto her feet.Emily stooped down to pick the time-worn envelope, the paper yellowed and brittled with age. The script on the front was unfamiliar, a looping masculine hand that whispered a past life, but it had her name scribbled in front.Emily, in calligraphy. Her hand trembled at the sight.Emily carefully unfolded the envelope to reveal a picture and a carefully folded paper. She stared at a picture, trying to make sense of it. They were three people in the picture. Herself, her mother and a familiar face she assumed to be her father. She knew because her grandmother had his pictures framed all over the store, but still it felt strange seeing her younger self standing next thing to him, holding an elephant teddy bear while her father had
The solemn weight of the world seemed to rest on Emily’s shoulder as she slowly turned the key in the door, nothing could’ve truly prepared her for the gravity of what she’d just learned. The truth about her fathers, her mothers lies contrasting, the dull ache at the back of her head, it all felt too much.As the door swung open, Emily took in the unfamiliar scent of the house, a scent that was now a bittersweet comfort in this house that was now quite her home, like a home away from home. She blinked away the tears that threatened to spill, burning her eyes with the gravity of the truth. She wished she could unsee the letter’s cruel script and unknow the truth about it.Emily’s heart ached fiercely, each throb a reminder of the discovered scars etched upon her childhood memories. The room was dim, lit only by muted glow of city lights which seeped through the sheer drapes, that was when she noticed Ethan seated on the dove-gray chaise lounge deeply engrossed in a book.Ethan looked