Angie’s POV
Note: Angie is under a new identity as Emily.
Chapter 70
“Emilia?” My mother called in a soft voice, cupping her hands below my chin.
I stared at her with tears rolling down my eyes, I was aggrieved, boiling as my heart rise up and down under my chest.
“Him…” I said in a slur, hiccuping while my mother’s soft palm pressed softly against my chest.
She pulled me into a tight hug, caressing my back.
“Let go home, forget about him.” I heaved a sigh, walking side to side with her, while my head rests on her shoulder.
Just when she ushered me into the car, I nipped back to see him. That man who wanted me to give him information of whatever transpires in the Arnold’s family.
He gestured with his finger that I got inside the car, and I obliged without demurring.
The lambo comes to a halt at the Arnold’s crescent which was located in the middle city of Dallas.
“Emilia dear,” my brother Alex called, at his coming closer to me, he pulled me into a tight hug.
“How was the meeting with him? We’re you able to charm him?”
He asked, and I muted.
” Did you ask him those questions in which I commanded you to?”
I breathe heavily.
My mother Dara, had to come grab me away from his grip.
“Good thing I walked there earlier, otherwise she would have been a dead meal.” Dara spouted in a broken voice.
The genuine of her love for me was eminent, and transparent from her behavior. She pressed my hair backwards, removing the strips of hair off my face. Poor innocent woman, she had never for once doubted me even to the moment I was introduced into the family.
At her behold, she was overwhelmed with my presence, and couldn’t even wait for her husband to pronounce his statement as she ran forth to hug me tightly
“Emilia,” she pulled me into a tight hug, and hurried the maids to made dinner.
She stuffed my plates with assorted meat, my rice with enough spinach, and spring onions saying that I love it so much, meanwhile I detest those veggies.
She also made the maids to serve spaghetti to me. It was stew over spaghetti, and oh God! I hate that.
I’d have preferred cooked spaghetti which was fried and soaked in the sauce.
I hummed at every of her word, and would always giggled.
Giggle? Yes!
One among the thing I should never forget is is to giggle always, anytime I’m with her.
Even in my state of distress, I should always giggle.
“Emilia, you should retire to your room, and freshen up. The maid will bring it to your notice when food is ready.”
“I’m just not hungry at the moment mom, I think I’ll just take snacks.” I said to my mom.
“Why?” She asked, worried.
” I’ll eat…” I stuttered as Alex shot me a deadly glare.
” The maid can call on me at anytime.”
***
I puffed out air from my lungs as my back leaned against the door. I was in my room, my eyes scrutinized through the painting which was hung on the wall. It was a painting of Emilia Arnold in her adolescent stage. She was the true definition of a beauty, her dimple was visible as she giggled.
I tugged off the body hug which was clinging to my skin due to my profuse sweat, I hurried to the bathroom in my nakedness.
One more glance I gave to myself as I watched my reflection from the bathroom door.
I hummed as the water from the shower cascaded down my body, the cold sensation from it warmed my body, I felt tushed.
While I was fine with shower, I took the towel from where it was hung, and run it over my body, till I was dry and clean.
When I sauntered out of the bathroom, I met the glaring eyes of my supposed brother.
He rolled out his tongue, licking his bottom lips.
I was naked though, I hurried to cover myself with the towel in my hand.
“Take your eyes off me.” I brawled at him, walking off to the closet.
I’d prefer to walk over towards my dressing table, applied my lotion, waste time on cleaning my face but now that he was in the room with me, with lust visible in his gaze, I’d cover my body first.
“You have such a sexy body, Emilia.” He commented, emphasizing at his last word.
I smirked, stopping whatsoever I was doing at that moment. My eyes flipped to his side.
“Aren’t you here for business?” I said in a sarcastic tone.
” Yes, but your presence overwhelmed me, I’m Intoxicated at your scent, you scent like a fine wine. It wouldn’t be bad if I sip a just a glass of wine before heading back to business.”
” The wine is out of reach, there’s no one way you could afford that.” I warned through my clenched teeth.
His fingers runs symmetrically over my back, I felt him drew a love sign at my spinal cord. He tugged off the towel on my body, and encircled his hands under my boobs.
I felt a shrill cold sauntering into my system at his touch. He pinched the tip of my nipples, and have it between his two fingers.
“How are you feeling?” He breathe out hot air against my ear, pressuring his cock against my ass.
“I’m feeling deactivated, only if you take off your iron hand from me.”
He laughed, staggering backwards while he dragged me along with him.
“Don’t do anything stupid, I’m your sister.” I warned.
“Oh come on?”He cautioned. ” We aren’t related, don’t be flattered by the unnecessary attention you’re getting from me, my mother and the rest of the family members. I need you to note this, I don’t for once welcome you as a member of this family, but for the greater cause I had to adhere to my father’s instructions.”
” Would you still?” I whirled such that our face was only a few inches away from each other. ” Eventhough, he’s dead.”
He paused for a bit, savoring at my face.
” That should be less of more concern for you.” He spouted, and claimed my lips.
His lips were hot and succulent, I felt so irked at his touch, eventhough I wanted to stop him, I couldn’t resist.
“Ouch, bloody bastard, don’t stop.”
The door pushed open with my heart beat coming to a full stop.