The Billlionaire’s true love

What the hell

George’s POV

Did she really just do that, what the hell was the need, she may as well of put a target on her head saying come shoot me, you don’t announce to the press the mafia shot you, is she mad! And why the hell was my dad smirking the whole time, does he want her dead to.

She finally ushered we could go to the car as soon as I lifted her and the doors were shut I turned to her what the hell was that Emily? I shouted .

Emily looked at me and she laughed.

Did she really just laugh at me.

“Emily this is not a joke! Or funny! Do you realise what you’ve just done, you could get your self killed by pure stupidity.” I said to her sternly.

She’s still grinning at me like a Cheshire Cat .

Emily must of felt me getting tense.

“ oh relax baby I have a plan please get mum and dad to meet us at home and I’ll explain then” she said happily.

Not going to lie a smal smile did escape my lips when she called it home.

“Okay im trusting what youve done is a good plan here Emily” I said calmly.

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Ha to late of its an awful one” she said whilst laughing.

“Your not funny Emily” I just simply stated

Emilys pov

Well doesn’t seem like George can see the funny side never mind he will have to get over it. It’s done now I can’t wait to tell them all my plan.

It’s got to work as there was no way I was spending my time in fear and scared of people over something that wasn’t my fault. I just hope George and dad understand.

We pull up at this exquisite house George looks at me and says we’re home there large metal gates that buzzed as we approached guessing they knew it was George. At the front there looked to be a middle aged woman I hadn’t seen her yet just stood waiting along with another tow men in suits. “Who are they” I asked George, let me introduce you babe he said.

“Marjorie this is Emily, my girlfriend and business partner, she will be living with us”

“Yes sir, Hello Miss hope you are feeling better I take care of the cleaning and the cooking “ Marjorie said

“Hello Marjorie please just call me Emily I would much prefer that I don’t like to be called Miss to be honest” I said with a smile and she nodded quite pleased with this.

“And these two men are another two body guards, Emily there is 8 all together they will alternate so there always for but Jerry and Jay are your personal ones for when you are out of this house.” George said calmy.

I smiled and said hello, to be honest they nodded back with no eye contact which I thought was a bit weird.

George carried me bridal style into the house with me still being weak, mum and dad were there waiting, George placed me gently on the sofa next to him.

Marjorie walked through with a tray of teas and coffees and cakes , which looked amazing.

“Marjorie did you make these beautiful cakes” I said with a smile.

“Yess miss im sorry Emily, I thought you may like something sweet after all that hospital food. “ Marjorie said with a smile so proud OnHer face.

They’re perfect I replied to Marjorie.

I turned to look at Dad and mum they were sat staring at me, oh s**t I forgot everything I said to the paparazzi then. I think I’ve got some explaining to do.