EMILY’S POV
I push the door open and walk to my desk wearily then sat taking off my heels immediately and pondering on his statement. I don’t know why I can’t exactly remember the last thing he said, the kiss had my head enveloped and begging for more that I couldn't think about nor hear anything else. f**k, but I know for sure it was love related.
I feel guilty for wanting my mom’s man, but mom, if you love him just as much, then you shouldn’t have left him with me.
It’s painfully obvious that she doesn’t know about anything and that drives me mad. I sighed heavily. My mind was in shambles.
We don’t even talk much for me to tell her what’s going on with me and even if, how do I explain the sceneries? How do I explain that I f****d her fiancé the night before I was going to see him,
