CHAPTER 16

CHAPTER 16

I was out of the hospital for almost one week now. I am also trying to avoid Emerson as much as possible because he is the type of a man that could ruin my now reformed feelings.

I remembered one time my phone rings then without looking at the Caller ID, I answered it.

“Hello”?

“Thanks goodness, you answered.” the man on the other line said.

“Emerson”? I said a little annoyed at none other than me for not looking at the ID Caller.

“Yes, how are you”? he said, sounds concern.

“I'm good thank you for asking but I'm really busy right now.” closing my eyes. I'm sorry but I need to stay away from you.

“Of course.” sounding displeased.

“Thanks.” by that I hang up.


Emerson POV

Throwing the phone on the table, “What the hell is her problem”?

“Easy there.” Richard, my friend said. He's sitting on my office couch sipping his coffee.
“She was okay when she was in the hospital; she's smiling at me and talking to me. But now, she's gone wild again. Partying at Ruby's.” I said angrily, raking my hair endlessly. My blood boils whenever I remember her with random guys dancing. I almost went downstairs from the VIP room and strangle that guy.

“Maybe you're a little too pushy”? Richard replied, sounding like it’s nothing.

“Pushy? I never came to her house. All I wanted is to talk to her and see if she's okay.” I said, raking my hair.

“If you're not visiting her, how the hell did you know that she's at Ruby's”? he says, now sounding like I’m being investigated.

“I send someone.” I simply said to him, without looking.

“That's too...protective of you.” he was a bit shocked by that revelation but he still arranges himself quickly.

He walks to my table.

“I am just protecting her from those stupid guys who want to be in her pants.” I said coldly.

“Let me tell you this, but she's no-” I stop him. I know where he's going.

“She'll be mine. May be not now, but soon.” I simply said to him. But more on to myself.




Love POV

Jog at 6AM, work starts at 8 in morning, home at 6 in the afternoon to change then go clubbing at Ruby's until 2AM. I don’t know what is happening to me but now, it's my daily routine. One week out of the hospital and almost one week partying every night. This should do.

Whenever I'm at Ruby's, guys don’t approach me that much. I'm starting to think that I'm ugly.

I remember one time, I was having a nice conversation with a blonde guy and he told me he'll go to the restroom. Later on, tadah! He didn't come back. I saw him dancing with a petite woman. Men and their lame excuses!

Most of the time, I am just flirting with random guys. But I don't like making out with them. It doesn’t look good and appropriate. I still respect myself. Those women who are partying every night aren’t all whores and sluts. Some, just wanted to be free from wariness so don’t judge them just because they’re in the club.

When I arrived at home, I saw a box with a red ribbon and when I opened it, I saw medicines for hangover and a note.

“Of course there's a note.” I said to myself.

You might need this if you'll be drinking every night.
-Makes

“Makes”? I shrug. It's the same hand writing like before so I shrug. I don't think it’s creepy anymore; at least, someone cares for me.


I went to my room and pull out my drawer and put it inside the box where all the notes I've been receiving are there. The one written on a cup of coffee, I took a picture of it, printed it and put it in this box. Then I remember the last note he gave me and I opened it. Seeing you was the signatory and today is makes.

“Seeing you makes? “ I say it aloud. I try to think hard. He's making a sentence, so I'll be expecting notes anytime soon? Then I jumps when my phone starts chirming.

I didn't see who it was, but I answered it anyways.

“Yes hello”?

“Love”? the guy on the other line said.

I put away the phone out of my ear and see the ID caller.

“Jem? “ That alerts me.

“Yeah, I need your help.” he sounds tired.

“Sure, where are you”? I asked him. Maybe it’s work.

“Office” he said as I start to pick up my clutch and keys.

“Be there.” I hang up and start the ignition and drive off my apartment.
Did I do something wrong? He's not bankrupt, unless...

“Ho...ly sh*t!” I panic, picking up my phone, I call my assistant.

“Ms. Guildings”?
“Yeah, I'm sorry if I woke you up but have you seen the investors or the bank manager came to the CEO's office and complain something”? I asked, thinking of the transactions I just signed last week.

“Hmm.. Mr. Hides came early when you're not yet around but I really don't know what they talked about. “ She replied. sh*t!

“Okay. Thank you”

“Is there something wrong ma'am? “ She asked, with a concerned voice.

“I hope not.” I parked at the front of the office and ran to the elevator.

“Is there something I could do”? she asked me.

“I have all the files; I'll call you if I need something. Thank you” I said before I hang up my phone and put it back in my clutch but it fell.

Oh sh*t, I'm still wearing a party dress. That's why the guard's eyes are bulging when they opened the door for me, good thing I brought my coat so I put it on.


When the elevator dings, I walk towards Jem's office and knock.

“Come in.” I heard him say.

“I'm sorry for the clothes but I just got home from the club and when you called me, I forgot to change.” I said without breathing.

“It's okay.” he said. “Sit” pointing at the chair in front of his table. There are folders scattered and lots of papers, his Mac is also open.

“I need something to tell you.” he said, putting down his eyeglasses.

Okay, here it is. He's going to fire me because I made a mistake on Mr. Hides account or maybe my advice to him results to insolvency of the company.

“Don't think too much, Love.” Jem said making me snap back to reality.

“W-w-what”? I said, as if I am confused.

“You're having thoughts that you've made a mistake. It's written all over your face.”

Hearing him say that, making me release the breath that I was holding back

“See”? Jem smiled.

“Yeah, you're right. But if it’s not about the accounts, why do you need me here? And why the folders are scattered around your table”?I said, then the door opened and a man showed up.

He's wearing a leather shoes, fitting pants and long sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and two or three of the buttons are not done.

“Like what you see”? he sounds familiar and I know that I blushed, not because of his voice but he caught me staring at his body.

When he is not at the dark space, that's when I see him.

“Emerson”? he smiles “What are you doing here”? I asked.

I turn my head to Jem as I wait for the answer.
“He needs your help.” Jem said plainly.