The day finished at long last with no more teasing from the oh-so adored player. Emily breathed out a sigh of a relief as she was leaving the estate.
Despite the rumors that had started, and despite said rumors being the furthest they could be from the truth – well, Emily wasn’t the one throwing herself at the man, he was the one trying to earn her favors – Paul and Cecilia had been the only ones not to show her any kind of animosity during lunch, contrarily to the rest of the staff.
But while Cecilia hadn’t breached the subject at all, Paul had been slightly more vocal about it, “The housekeeper has been the young master’s personal maid for as long as I can remember. I still can’t help but wonder what brought up the change.”
That had been the only partial jab he shot at her.
Emily had simply fisted her hand and then said amiably, deflecting the subject totally, “Don’t you just love today’s lunch? I find it amazing.”
Paul had blushed ever so slightly but hadn’t bothered to apologize.
When Emily remembered the uneventful afternoon – which was only possibly because the player had been stuck in his office since lunch – she couldn’t help but wish he’d be called for work often.
She had heard rumors, rumors other than those unpleasant lies following her every move, and she wished they were true.
If only Theodore King only stayed the month of August at the estate before going back to the big city!
She truly wished her torment would be over by the end of the month. He couldn’t possibly make it last longer after all.
But would she be able to survive the month as a virgin?
She was a few steps away from the estate, not yet at the bus station, when she bumped into someone.
“Sorry,” she was quick to apologize, and rearranged her glasses which had nearly fallen off.
“No worries…” the guy trailed off, and she realized she knew him. It was her old crush – Thomas Carlington. “Emma, was it?”
“Emily,” she corrected him.
She was mildly flattered and vaguely amused that he’d even try to remember her name, and a small smile stretched her lips.
She was just about to leave when he grabbed her hand.
“What are you up to nowadays?” He asked almost awkwardly. “What college did you apply to? What will you be majoring in?”
She released a sigh. Why the sudden interest? He had never even addressed her a good morning back in high school.
“I’m not going to college,” she told him stiffly.
He let out a soft “oh” in response, but didn’t try to pry further regarding that matter. Nevertheless, his next words stunned her, “Would you care for some coffee together?”
She was about to respond when a flashy car – and not just any flashy sports car – stopped next to them.
“You left without asking to be excused, Miss Nill,” the voice belonged to none other than the devil himself.
Why now? Why me? What did I do? Emily raised her eyes to the sky, as if cursing her luck.
She turned around to face her employer. “You were busy with work.”
“I finished the meeting at exactly 4 pm,” he stated matter-of-factly. Why was he telling her this? “If you had bothered to seek me out before leaving, you would have known I was just laying on the sofa after a tiring 5-hour meeting.”
Her eyes widened. For once, his reprimand was on point.
“I’m sorry.”
“Get in,” he then instructed. “I’ll drive you home.”
“Is this your boss?” Thomas asked, his eyebrows shooting in his hairline.
“It’s okay,” she smiled at the devil pleasantly, “Thomas and I were just about to have coffee.”
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How could she deny him so all in favor of some boy? Theodore was flabbergasted. He was happy he had put on his shades, or else he’d have one very stunned-slash-scared mate right now, seeing as his eyes flashed red.
“What’s your family name, boy?” He bit out the words.
“Carlington,” was the curt and proud answer.
“Well, Thomas Carlington, I am Theodore King, owner of many companies around the world, among which I’ll just cite Korol corp. Do you really wish to cross me?”
He shook his head negatively and was soon saying in an apologetic manner to Emily, “How about we have coffee another time, Emma?”
“Emily,” his mate bit out angrily.
“Emily, right… I’m sorry,” he told her softly.
“It’s okay. Another time maybe?” She said almost hopefully.
“Dorogaya,” albeit it was an endearment, he was sure anyone could hear the threat behind it.
Emily’s shoulders slumped in defeat. She released a sigh and then got in the car, but not without slamming the door.
A smirk stretched Theodore’s lips at the defiant spark in her eyes.
Oh, how he loved this side of her!
“Happy now?” She asked angrily.
“Very,” he told her.
“What do you want?” She then asked him. “I don’t see the need for you to drive me home.”
“I want many things,” he told her softly as he started the car again. “You, in my bed, moaning, screaming my name, scratching my back, and me turning you into an incoherent and mumbling mess.”
That slightly tasteless statement of his had sounded better in his head.
“You!” She all but barked accusingly, her anger flaring, her eyes glaring at him.
“Well, you were the one to ask,” he retorted carelessly.
“Right, blame your crudeness on me, why don’t you?” She scoffed at him.
“You bring out the beast in me,” he said, his beast now basically purring at the sight of the mate they both longed for angry at them.
With her eyes spitting fire, she flung the only crude words she shouldn’t have, “Well, fuck you.”
“Anytime, dorogaya,” he chuckled and removed his shades to look her in the eyes, “All you need to do is ask.”
“You’re impossible,” she told him, eyes narrowed still.