Chapter 23

Emily's POV

Oh no!

I struggled to rise from the awkward position we were in, but his muscular arms around my waist kept me fixed.

"What are you doing?!" I snapped, but he chuckled.

"Nothing. Just having a nice time with my wife."

My eyes darkened in annoyance as I narrowed them at him. His wife? He had to be kidding me.

"I am not your wife, Mr. Wilson. I have ended everything that has to do with you. I have moved on, and I have a boyfriend. Now, let me go," I corrected angrily, struggling to release myself from his grasp, but he only stared at me with an emotion I could not decipher.

"If you don't stop squirming like that on me, I won't be responsible for what happens next," he warned in a low, husky voice.

I gasped at the realization of his statement, and my cheeks turned warm in annoyance and embarrassment. I stopped moving.

"Let me go, Eric. We are in a compromising position. It won't speak well of either of us to be seen like this," I spoke in a pleading voice, hoping to change hi