Lord Emerson POV
I landed a punch on the wall, but that didn't seem to ease my anger. With an angry grunt, I kicked a side table, and it shattered on the floor.
An angry groan left my lips as I paced back and forth. I was fuming with anger and disgust. How could I do such a despicable thing? How could I kiss a girl who is supposed to be my niece? How could I wish to have her in my arms and bury myself deep inside her? How could we kiss, and I love it so much? The images of our passionate kiss played like a movie in my head, and no matter how hard I wanted to shake it off, I just couldn't. They kept recurring in my head, causing me to want to go insane. With an angry grunt, I tiredly massaged my forehead. I was going insane, and I knew I had to do something about it.
Quickly, I dialed a
