” it’s good to be home again. “I looked at my dad, but I was speaking to Gabriel. ” I don’t believe I ever mentioned the lady I met at Nevada to you, Dad. Emily is the name. I was concerned about her being lonely and unhappy at Stanford because of our separation. “I knew that Dad would understand me. “She’s going to be staying at Matthew’s for a bit since she’s taking a break from school to be with me. If it’s okay with you, I’d rather sleep there than at home tonight. ”
Even though I tried to be oblique, Dad understood that I was basically telling him I wouldn’t be in the city to assist him with his company for a long. Even if I didn’t inform him that Emily was in danger before I brought her to t mansion, he would understand why I took precautions.
With a grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes, he added, “That’s excellent, son. I really look forward to finally meeting her. ”
“I’d enjoy that.” Neither my biological relatives nor my mafia family were allowed near Emily.
I’d have Mathew and I keep her under close watch at the estate. While she was in our care, not even Castin would be able to harm her.
Mathew
I quietly went to my room to get the notebook with Emily’s notes. She was fast sleeping, having been worn out by our relentless assault over the previous several hours. I waited for quite some time after her cries had ended before entering the room, by which time her tears had dried. I’d been honest with Nicola all along; I hated it when she was sad. Even if I were a monster, I wouldn’t dream of harming a woman.
Sure, I may take pleasure in administering a good slapping when the situation calls for it, but it wouldn’t be proper. Even if Emily was gorgeous and entitled enough to make my hand desire to reach out and touch her plump ass.
But Nicola was her true owner. Moreover, if she were really as nave as he said, she wouldn’t put up with the type of games that Nicola and I sometimes enjoyed playing with a consenting lady. In spite of the fact that Emily is now in our captivity, I would never do anything to harm her.
Silently, I reached over and took up the notebook that Nicola had left on the bed. I was relieved that Emily slept well and could catch some more shut-eye. Once the medicines were completely out of her system and she had a good night’s sleep, she’d be able to think more clearly. I had to give her two doses to knock her out on the drive to my family’s mansion. It seemed likely that she was still experiencing some of the aftereffects.
I locked her in my room and proceeded to the media room, where I started up the computer. It was mostly intended for gaming, but I suppose it may serve my needs here.
I went to Stanford’s Stundent portal and used Emily’s credentials to read her inbox. my lips twitched. She was adorable. I could see why she was so fascinating to Nicola. Understanding the appeal was simple; Emily was stunning. However, Nicola had always desired a more straightforward existence than the one we were providing for her. While Emily wasn’t quite naive, she was as innocent as no one from our world could ever be.
Indeed, I could see why Nicola desired her.
I saw a few of emails from Emily’s instructors and one from her roommate, Ella, when her inbox opened. Ella was growing concerned since she hadn’t seen Emily at their apartment the night before, and she wasn’t sure whether Emily had seen her text.
Since I’d given her a roofie, it was easy to make up a plausible excuse for her behavior. If Ella couldn’t recall much from the night before, she’d say that it was because of the potent drinks she’d imbibed while we sexted at the bar. In her state of inebriated Stunpor, she might easily persuade herself that she had indeed seen Emily and had forgotten about it. This morning, Ella would have been sufficiently disoriented to support such an interpretation.
Emily had written a note for her buddy, and I wrote it out for her, adding a bit about how Emily had observed Ella sleeping off her hangover on the sofa and not wanting to disturb her.
That allowed me to easily monitor her text messages without interrupting her. Totally disabling her phone wouldn’t raise any eyebrows. No, not once I’ve sent out these messages.
The emails she sent to her teachers were, of course, more formal. She didn’t come ou and say she was devastated; rather, she claimed to have had a personal loss and need some space to process it. She assured her professors that she would make every effort to keep up with her work while she was away.
That’s acceptable.
The moment I flipped the page and saw her letter to her dad, I felt a heavy burden settle on my chest. Tears had been shed, and the writing on the message was smeared. Her sadness was as plainly evident to me as the printed words on the page.
My stomach began to twist in an odd way. Surely she has a strong bond with her dad. Probably what did her in was telling a falsehood to him. Although it was clear that she loved him deeply, she had told him that she didn’t need to contact her parents every day.
Another facet of her life that reflected her beauty and perfection. Emily came from a supportive background; her father was the kind of person who wouldn’t blink an eye if she skipped out on school and spent all her money on a luxurious vacation.
Even though I’d never been short of cash, it didn’t imply my life was anything like hers. In an effort to keep me quiet and out of his way, my father had always granted me anything I asked for. In a desperate attempt to get his attention, I’d ruined it all. When I was seventeen and managed to tie my brand-new Ferrari around a tree, that nonsense finally came to an end. No, he didn’t even bother to come see me in the hospital.