Beg Me, My Ex-Husband

CHAPTER 5

TODAY is Saturday. Emilia doesn't have classes at the university. But despite that, she woke up early to prepare breakfast for her parents. It was barely past five in the morning. She had just stepped out of her room and was ready to head to the kitchen when the door to her parents' room opened, revealing Henry.

“Good morning, Henry. You're up early,” she said to her dad.

“Good morning, sweetheart. I woke up early to cook breakfast for us. How about you? Why are you awake? It's Saturday, you don't have school. You should still be sleeping to recover from all those late nights you've been coming home,” he said to her.

“I was also planning to prepare breakfast for us. I’m not sleepy anymore. I’m going to the coffee shop today,” Emilia replied as she and Henry walked towards the kitchen.

“Your job with Patterson? How's it going? Is he not giving you a hard time?” Henry asked worriedly.

Emilia shook her head. “No, he’s not. In fact, I haven’t seen him for three days.”

After that night in the penthouse, she hadn’t heard from Tyron. She heard from Mark that he was on a business trip and didn’t know when he would be back.

And Emilia didn’t know if she should be happy about it. Because the longer the agreement with Tyron dragged on, the longer she would have to serve him.

That morning, she and Henry cooked breakfast. A while later, Marie also woke up. They ate together at the table. Something Emilia treasured. It was okay for her to struggle, it was okay for her to sacrifice. What mattered was that they were together as a family.

“I’ll make it up to you next time, Mom. I’ll accompany you to your follow-up check-up. I promise.” Marie had a follow-up check-up, and she couldn’t accompany her parents.

“I’ll hold you to that, darling.” Marie smiled at her.

“I love you, mom,” she whispered and hugged her tightly. She walked her parents to the car and watched them leave. When they were out of sight, she went back inside the house.

Emilia was already getting dressed and preparing to go to the coffee shop. When she was ready, she left their house.

Emilia went straight to the coffee shop. She spent a few hours there. Around noon, she was getting ready to go home. She had just stepped out of the locker room when her phone rang. It was Mark calling.

“Yes Mark?” she said after answering the call.

“I’m here in front of the coffee shop.”

“Why? Are you picking me up? Do we have somewhere to go?”

“I’ll wait for you here,” that was all Mark said before he ended the call.

Emilia sighed. That driver of Tyron’s was so nonchalant. She couldn’t read his emotions and he was so economical with his words. It was hard to converse with him.

Emilia went out of the coffee shop and immediately went to the car waiting for her. She got inside.

“I told you not to wait for me in front of the university or in front of the coffee shop. I don’t want anyone to see me being picked up by an expensive car. I don’t want to be gossiped about,” she said. Though, Mark had been following her orders these past few days. This was the first time he actually picked her up right in front of the coffee shop.

She didn’t get a response from Mark except for a shrug and him starting the car.

“Where are we going? Is Tyron home already?” she asked.

“You’ll meet him tonight.”

“So it’s still tonight. Why are you picking me up already?”

Again, Mark didn’t say anything. Emilia just sighed. This guy was so hard to talk to.

A while later, the car stopped at a salon. Mark took her inside. He spoke to the staff there, then left.

“Come here, baby doll. You're already beautiful, but we'll make you even more beautiful,” said the woman to her, pulling her to sit in front of the mirror. Before Emilia could even protest, the woman was already doing things to her hair. The staff there curled her blonde hair. She also got a manicure, pedicure, and foot spa. On top of that, they massaged her back. Perhaps due to the fatigue from her work at the coffee shop earlier, she dozed off.

It was past six in the evening when the staff finished making her over. Mark had arrived earlier, bringing some gowns with him. The staff chose one and had her wear it.

“You look stunning, baby doll. Sir Tyron will surely drool over your beauty,” whispered a staff member named Lily.

Emilia was in front of the mirror, admiring herself. She was beautiful now. Her grey eyes were more captivating because of her makeup. Her lips were also bright red. Her blonde hair was curly, and she was wearing a red gown with a low neckline that emphasized her chest, while the back of the dress was backless. She was wearing black heels.

She didn’t know what was going on, why she was being dressed up. But Emilia didn’t protest because she was doing this for Tyron’s sake.

A few moments later, Mark arrived again. He was picking her up. But unlike before, he was driving a limousine this time.

“Good evening, Miss Green,” he greeted her and helped her walk because of the high heels of her sandals.

“What’s going on?” she asked Mark. She thought he wouldn’t answer. But Emilia learned that it was the company partner’s birthday and Tyron was attending with her.

Mark helped her get into the limousine, and she was slightly surprised to see Tyron inside.

“Good evening, Mister Patterson. Miss Green is here,” said Mark.

Tyron only nodded curtly. She sat beside him but didn’t look at him. She didn’t speak to him either. He was busy reading a book.

After a while, the limousine started moving, and Emilia was almost deafened by the silence inside.

“If someone asks you at the party about our relationship, don’t say anything,” he said in a cold voice.

Emilia then looked at him. “Why, of all the women you have, you choose me?”

At her words, Tyron raised an eyebrow. He closed his book and looked at her.

“How do you know I have a lot of women?” Tyron suddenly brought his face closer to hers, and before Emilia could even back away, their noses touched, almost blinding her.

“G-get away from me,” she said, looking away. Emilia straightened up.

“I’ve been gone for a few days, and I need s*x after this party. So don’t think you’re special because you’re the one I’m with,” Tyron said.

She scoffed. “I never thought that.”

She didn’t get a response from Tyron, so Emilia just kept quiet. From her purse, she took out her phone and messaged Henry that she might be home late because she had work with Tyron tonight.

After half an hour of driving, the car stopped. Emilia got out and saw that they were at a long beach. They went to a yacht where the party was being held.

Once inside, Emilia felt uneasy. She wasn't used to these kinds of events. She wasn't used to mingling with rich people. To make matters worse, women kept glancing at Tyron, whispering to each other, and then looking at her with judgment in their eyes.

“You're holding onto me too tightly. Can you relax?” Tyron said to her in a low voice after he finished talking to the birthday celebrant. After that, he started talking to other people.

She was clinging to his right arm, so she let go.

She let out a sigh. “I want to go home,” she confessed to him. “I’m sorry, but I’m not used to these kinds of events.”

“You can’t, Miss Green,” he said with a clenched jaw and went back to talking to other guests. Usually, they just talked about business.

“I’m just going to the restroom,” she told Tyron and searched for it. Once inside, Emilia sighed repeatedly. She was also getting dizzy because she had been focusing on the alcohol. She preferred to get drunk rather than talk to anyone. Someone tried to talk to her and asked about her relationship with Tyron, but instead of answering, she just smiled.

After using the restroom, Emilia went out. She was really dizzy, so she couldn’t help but bump into someone.

“Are you okay?” the man asked, holding her by the waist.

“I-I’m sorry,” Emilia said to him and walked past him. She went back to the party. She looked for Tyron but couldn’t find him.

“Looking for someone?” a baritone voice said behind her.

When Emilia turned around, the man she bumped into outside the restroom was behind her. He had black eyes and chocolate-brown hair. He was also taller than her. His hands were in the pockets of his slacks.

“I’m Tyron…” He extended his hand to her.

Her right eyebrow arched. Of all the names this man could have, why was it the same as the man who owned her body now?

“Emilia,” she said and leaned against the railings after taking his hand. The man seemed nice, so she felt comfortable.

“Looking for someone?” he asked and leaned beside her.

“Just my boss,” she said and looked at the sea of people again. When she finally saw Tyron talking to a brunette woman, Emilia just let it be. She would approach him later.

“Your boss? Tyron Patterson? I thought you were his girlfriend.”

“You know Tyron?” she asked.

“Yeah. We’re in the same industry….” He shrugged.

“I’ve noticed you’ve been uncomfortable, so I approached you,” he said when she kept quiet.

Emilia smiled faintly. “I’m not used to these kinds of events. I’d rather stay locked in my room.”

“But if you see someone as handsome as me, would it be okay?”

She stared at Tyron because of what he said. And instead of being arrogant about it, she laughed. His tone was playful, he even wiggled his brows at her.

Without realizing it, Emilia was becoming comfortable with Tyron. She just laughed and laughed at his stories, and she lost track of time.

Until Mark approached her, so she and Tyron stopped talking.

“Mister Patterson is calling for you. We’re leaving,” Mark told her.

“I have to go. Nice meeting you, Tyron,” she said goodbye to him. Thanks to this man, her nervousness in that place disappeared.

“My pleasure. I hope to see you again.”

Emilia just smiled and left. She followed Mark and they went out of the yacht. They walked towards the car.

Once inside, Tyron was already there.

“Having fun flirting with the man?” he said sarcastically.

Emilia didn’t respond. It wasn’t true, and she wasn’t affected by his words.

Instead of arguing with Tyron, she closed her eyes. But after only a few seconds, she opened them again when she felt Tyron pushing aside her gown and squeezing her thigh towards her inner thighs.

Emilia gasped. “M-Mister Patterson,” she said, clinging to his arm.

“Your body, my rules. You have no right to flirt with other men. Remember that. You’re mine, Emilia,” he said in a firm voice. And in a snap, he pushed aside her panty and inserted his finger inside her.

She gasped again.