Blake POV
“Good morning, sunshine,” I say as I enter the kitchen to find Emma with her head between her hands. She groans at my loud voice and I can’t help but laugh. She looks like she is with a mother of a hangover. “That bad?” I ask and she nods her head slightly and then hisses as she grabs the side of her head.
I walk straight to the coffee machine and turn it on. I always leave everything ready the night before, so in the morning is easier and faster. The smell invades my nostrils and Emma raises her head slightly, staring at me. She is still wearing the same clothes she was wearing yesterday.
“Long lunch, that one,” I say and she shrugs and when I place the coffee in front of her, she offers me a small smile and after a few moments of silence, she speaks.
“Lunch turned into afternoon drinks, into dinner, and then clubbing, and why did I see Wyatt entering the club alone?” She asks and I frown, s
Blake POV“What do you mean, security?” I ask as I take one step away from Wyatt. His eyes scan my face, trying to read my mind. The intensity in his eyes speaks louder than words.“I have two people that will be following you around, keeping your safe, and I am increasing the surveillance in your house,” he tells me and I burst into laughter. He must be out of his God damn mind if he thinks I will have body guards following me around while I am trying to take down mafia lords.“No,” I say and he shakes his head, shoving his hands into his pockets again. His eyes are cold and distant as he stares at me. I can feel my cheeks burning as anger bubbles inside of me.“This is not up for discussion Blake, you either accept my terms or I am walking,” he says and I have to say his words take me by surprise and I shrug my shoulders. His eyes glued on mine and I can see anger in them. He is getting frustrated with me
Wyatt POV“Wyatt, you have a meeting in ten minutes,” Catia speaks through the device that connects my office to her desk. I throw my pen, letting it roll on the desk while I sit back, passing my hand through my hair. Today is going to be a fucking nightmare. I have Lorenzo Parisi coming in. I backed off the contract, and he is coming for me.“I know,” I reply to Catia, that stays silent on the other side.“Miss, please,” I hear Catia say as the door bursts open and Sandrine walks inside. Her hair is different, and she is staring at me, shooting daggers. I stay sitting, staring at her. I am not giving her the pleasure of seeing me sweat.“I’ve got it Catia, thank you,” I say, and she nods, walking out of the office and closing the door behind her. I lean back on my chair as I stare at Sandrine while she looks around the office. She even bends, staring under my desk. I know what she is doing. She is try
Blake POV“I need to tell you something,” Emma says as I sit in front of her in the kitchen. I stare into her eyes and when hers meet mine, I see the emotion in them. I nod as I cradle my coffee cup in my hands. The way she is looking at me is making my stomach turn.“You guys broke up? Emma, that’s good,” I say, and she shakes her head as she frowns. Shit. I bring my mug to my lips, trying to shut the fuck up. Right now, I wish there was a hole in the floor to swallow me. Shit, shit shit…“No, we’re going to do couple therapy and we will try to work through our problems and I know I am adding to the list of problems,” she says and I stare at my best friend. I wish she would see herself the same way I see her. I wish she would find someone that truly loves her and that treats her right, not like that fucking idiot. I hate Thomas.“Okay, what is going on, Em?” I ask, and she taps her finger
Blake POVAfter the whole incident at the crime scene, I have been declining Wyatt’s calls. He’s gonna have to understand he can’t control everything around him. I am not a possession he can just control like that. I shake my head before I take a sip of the champagne Emma poured for us.“What do you think?” She asks as soon as she enters the bedroom and I smile, watching her. She is wearing a very short and very tight red dress that hugs her curves to perfection. Her body is stunning, proportional, and the blonde hair falling down her back in large curls makes everything even sexier. I wish I was as hot as her. Sometimes I wish I never had put weight on.“You look… wow,” I say and she smiles as she spins. The Hugh heels on her feet complement everything and she leans, staring at the mirror as she grabs a pair of earrings from my jewelry box.“Can I wear them?” She asks and I nod. I am not going
Blake POVAfter w finish our meals we walk out of the restaurant and I can say we are both a little tipsy and I can hear my name being shouted on the other side of the street. I look around, trying to find a familiar face, but I can’t see anyone I know. But my name keeps being called, and that’s when I see them, paparazzi. They are running our way and Panic takes over as I hold on to Emma’s hand and we wave at a cab.In a matter of seconds, we are surrounded by people, and the flashing lights are blinding. As we try to get away as Emma pushes everyone away from us, a powerful set of arms surrounds me and Emma, and suddenly we are being escorted to a limousine by two massive men. Right now, if I am being kidnapped seems like a better option than being surrounded by paparazzi taking photos and asking questions so loudly I felt like I was going to go def.“Where are you taking us? What the hell is going on?” Emma asks as she looks arou
Wyatt POVHow is it possible that two girls eat this much? I roll my eyes as I push away from my desk and rub my forehead. I know Blake is punishing me for this. I know she is probably cursing me and using my money to try to get a reaction out of me. I have more money than I know what to do with it, so that ginormous check didn’t even make a dent in my bank account, and I make double in a day than what she spent there. I don’t think she realizes how deep my pockets are. And I don’t want her to. I need her completely oblivious to that. I don’t want her adding two plus two and trying to figure me out. It’s hard enough that she is trying to find things about my second life.“Hey, it’s done,” Dash says as he enters the room, followed by Jagger. I stare at my best friends and they sit on the opposite side of my desk.“Good, did anyone see you?” I ask and Dash shakes his head as Jagger takes a deep breath.
Blake POVI still can’t believe everything that happened tonight. To the people commenting about my body image, to the guy trying to get on with Emma when she told him no, and then Easy and Storm almost killing those guys. Why are they so violent?“Are you okay?” Wyatt asks as he enters the bathroom, and I nod slightly. I can’t get the blood out of my head, the amount of blood being splattered and all over the guys’ faces. I bite the inside of my cheek as I look up to see Wyatt staring at me. His eyes scanning my face as if trying to read my mind.“I just…” I start saying, but then stop as I try to come up with the right words to say. I don’t want to say something that doesn’t match to what I am thinking, but it’s hard. Everything happened so fast and the night was so out of this world, everything felt like a dream.“You just?” Wyatt repeats my words, trying to encourage me to
Blake POVWaking up in Wyatt’s house feels different from waking up in my house. Here feels real, feels like we are really together and he is not hiding me. He wants me here; he wants me in his life. Even when he is a dick trying to control my life, trying to get me to accept everything he does.I roll to my side trying to find Wyatt but the bed next to me is empty and cold, means he hasn’t been in bed for a while. I scrunch my nose and turn again, burying my face against the pillow, taking a deep breath. A soft chuckle makes me jump and when I look over my shoulder, I see Wyatt standing against the door frame. He only has a towel wrapped around his waist while drops of water slide down his perfect body.“I can give you a bottle of my aftershave if you want, you don’t need to go around sniffing my pillow,” he says with a smile plastered on his face and I immediately throw his pillow at him but I fail miserably when it falls on his f