HOT TEARS
1345 Words
Emily woke up, as she crawled out of the bed while tapping her ass on the floor. Her hands were on her head as she felt a sharp pain piercing directly into her skin after endless tears.
Emily had finally paid off the hospital bills, as she rushed into the bathroom with her weak eyes.
After a few minutes had passed, she wrapped her wet towel around her hair, drying off the dripping water.
After that, she scrubbed her body with her white lotion as she wore her white gown and moved straight to the mirror.
Putting on her necklace and spraying the perfume fully, she grabbed her red handbag while she walked out of her room.
After waiting for a taxi, her hands vibrated over her phone.
She pulled out her phone while trying to answer the caller.
"Good day, Mr. Ethan" she greeted, but there was silence all through.
"You better get your ass here right now." He yelled at her, leaving her body shivering as she nodded before hanging up the call.
After a few minutes of waiting, she finally hopped inside the taxi she had ordered. Placing her white handbag on the sea while she stared at the beauty of the street.
The fresh breeze slapped her cheek, while she rubbed it smoothly.
Forty minutes had passed, and Emily walked out of the taxi while she waved at the driver.
Emily walked toward the restaurant, but suddenly got pulled.
"What the f**k?" She yelled, not caring who it might be. But immediately, her eyes merged with Ethan's own; her body froze at that point.
Leaving her body standing upright, and her head bowed low.
"I'm sorry" she pleaded, but instead, Ethan held her wrist firmly.
While he lowered down as he whispered into her ear, "You better don't mess this " he said.
She nodded in fear, as they both folded their hands together as they walked into the restaurant.
Emily was tired of the eyes perched on her as she walked majestically.
Bringing Ethan into a smile, just as she scanned the whole area.
A scary man stared at her from a distance, as she bowed her head low while Ethan walked with her.
The atmosphere of the restaurant felt fresh and good to inhale, her nostrils doing work, as she scents every bit of food she could find.
"There is he," he said to her, as she nodded with a fake smile.
"Good morning, Dad. Good morning, Mom," he greeted, putting his hands on her. He hugged his parents tightly, and then his kid sister, Gabriella.
" Morning, my lovely boy, "Ethan's mom, Cynthia, said as she smiled at him.
His eyes merged with him, as their hot breath clenched against each other.
They pulled away from each other, but suddenly, Ethan's dad glanced at Emily.
Making her hands shiver while he gave her a killer look.
"Who is she?" His sudden question pumped up, giving Ethan no chance to respond.
"Good morning, Sir, I'm Emily, Ethan's fiancée," she responded, swallowing her spit as she spoke with confidence.
But Emily knew part of her wasn't confident enough, but the other was quite a brave one.
"Your girl? She looked amazing," Cynthia said, as she widened her hands open for a hug.
"Thanks, Ma," she responded with a smile.
"Oh, my bad, please have a seat, Ethan's dad said, as he smiled at Emily.
Giving her the courage to sit down as she folded her legs together, while she scented every bit of food she viewed.
Most of the food was Avocado, Pork stew, roasted potatoes, fried yams, and other delicacies she had never known about.
She tried holding herself over eating, but the more she did, the more she swallowed her spit.
"How did you two meet?" Cynthia asked suddenly, as Ethan tried cracking to find some lies to say.
But I was surprised by Emily speaking up, " We met at an event, some months ago and we clicked"
Ethan stared at her, surprised, clearly his throat as he dipped his food.
Meanwhile, Emily quickly ate her food, after noticing Cynthia nodded in agreement.
Emily watched the lovely family having a good discussion as laughter flew from a difficult angle, making her think more of her mom.
But immediately Emily tried sipping some wine down; a hand pulled it off hers as it landed on the ground.
Making her lift her head as Emily watched a sexy lady in a blue gown with her blunt hair and her black mini handbag.
She pulled the glass of wine away, splashing it off the table as it stained the white-designed napkin.
"What the hell are you doing?"Ethan suddenly asked as he yelled at her.
But she didn't care, as she pulled her hands over to Emily, bringing her down. Emily scratched her soft hands on the floor, causing her pain.
"You homewrecker," Tasha screamed, pulling Emily's hair sideways as she started laughing hard enough.
Making a scene, but just as she thought her game was playing pretty well.
Ethan held her hands firmly, pushing her off Emily as he pinned her to the wall.
"Let me go," she cried out, as she felt tears dripping down her throat.
She never expected such to happen, her hands on the wall wide open while Ethan held her neck more.
Tighten it more, but a voice pulled him from going further.
"Ethan...Ethan!" His dad screamed his name, making him pull his hands off Tasha's neck and dust his clothes.
"What the hell is wrong with you both?" His dad, Vinc, asked, as he stared at them with a killer look.
Ethan didn't utter a word, he glanced at Emily while he grabbed her hands and pulled her out of the restaurant.
Ethan didn't care about the scene he caused.
"Who is she?" Emily asked.
"Get in" Ethan ordered her without looking at her face, his hands wrapped on his steering as he drove with speed.
Throughout the journey, none of them utter a word. Their eyes focused on themselves, as Emily kept on glancing at Ethan from the side mirror.
A few minutes had passed, and the tall black gate opened as he drove inside with his hands firmly on the steering wheel.
"Come down," he said, ignoring her innocent face.
Emily knew splashing a word would ruin everything, as she nodded, walked beside him toward the mansion.
She couldn't focus on the design around her; all her focus was on calming Ethan down.
"Daisy..." Ethan called one of his maids as she ran faster toward him.
"Show her her room and make sure she doesn't lack anything," he ordered as Daisy nodded while bowing down.
Emily followed Daisy behind as she climbed the golden w*********h color of paint on the stairs. Her eyes scanned the family portraits on the wall.
Showing young Ethan, and his family beside him.
"Here is your room, Ma," Daisy said.
"Thank you," Emily responded, as she pulled the door wide open while walking inside.
She lay her body on the bed, giving herself the scent of the strawberry perfume in the room.
Emily shunned her eyes, wanting to forget about everything, and focused on herself.
Just as she relaxed her body on the bed, the door slid open. Pulling her to jerk off the bed as her eyes merged with Ethan's.
"Mr, Ethan?" She called his name, but there was no response.
He kept on moving closer to her, as he lay his body on the bed. Pulling her face closer to him, as he tried kissing her.
But Emily pulled him out, leaving a shocking look on his face.
"What do you think you're doing?" Ethan asked again, with his hands still fixed on her cheeks.
"Please, stop," she whispered while pulling away from him.
But his hands held her wrist, while he pulled her into facing him. Leaving her to view his angry face.
" You're nothing but a horny slut to me” he pushed her over, hitting her head on the wall.
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