Chapter 28

1034words2026-01-19 04:40

The fact that I was engaged to Sharon was a great obstacle in our way. Sharon was a nice woman, in her own way, and successful, but something was just not connecting between us anymore. I wanted to break it off long before Emma even came into the picture, but my mother... My mother was on my back like a damn tick, and she liked Sharon. They were practically exactly alike and seemed to have a lot in common, especially fashion.

'Don't you dare break her heart or I'll break your neck,' she'd told me when she threw our engagement party at one of her hotels.

But I would get my neck broken for Emma because she was becoming the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I'd fallen for her even more. I wanted her to be mine; I needed her to be mine. She lit a spark in me I didn't even knew existed. It wasn't just about her body. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. I wanted to make her my wife. I was going crazy over her and I didn't know what it was but something was drawing me to her.

When she left my room, I pondered what she'd said to me. She wouldn't have sex with me until I left Sharon, and, knowing Sharon, she wouldn't let me go that easily, especially if she knew I was leaving her for Emma-- my maid. Sharon would lose her shit, but I didn't care. It would be over when we saw each other face-to-face again next weekend.

I heaved another sigh as I headed to my closet and picked out a suit for tomorrow night. The auction was expected to be great. My parents would be there, and my grandmother. I hadn't seen my grandmother in so long. I couldn't wait to throw her birthday party. I had promised her that since the beginning of the year and I didn't break my promises.

As for my parents, I wished to just greet them when I see them tomorrow. We didn't get along well if we spent more than an hour in the same room. I got emotional and angry, and they got technical and harsh. My father always had excuses and mom always had something useless to talk about. We just didn't mix well at all. I didn't hate my parents but my grandmother was my favorite family member. She wanted to have a great-grandchild before she died.

I through back to when Sharon thought she was pregnant five months ago. She had missed her period the previous month and became obsessed with the thought of being a mom. Although she took a pregnancy test and it was negative, she believed it was too early to tell and the tests were all wrong. She took ten tests. When her period finally came, she cried for five days.

I looked at my watch-- midnight. I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking of the girl in the room on my right. I laid on my pillow and just stared blankly at the ceiling. My phone buzzed. I peeked at the text.

Hi baby. I miss you so much. I can't wait to come back home to you. Btw, I've got something to discuss with you when I get back.

Sharon always had something to discuss with me. I was certain it was another plan for the wedding. She was only making it more difficult to break the news to her that I just couldn't be with her anymore.

I continued to think about Emma, proposing to her with a ring so beautiful she'd cry. I'd have my dream wedding with her, all my family and friends who'd become her family and her friends too. Her maid of honor would be Halley, I knew that for certain. She would move up to my bedroom and not be a maid anymore-- I'd hire new ones. Then she'd have my kids, our kids. I always wanted a boy and a girl. I'd spoil them rotten. They'd grow up and take over my company while I rested at home with Emma, and we'd sail around the world and learn new things and go to new places.

I smiled at my imagination; that was exactly what I wanted and that was exactly what I'd be aiming for.

Emma's POV

I avoided him for the entire morning and afternoon until it was time get ready for the auction. I was nervous.

Please don't embarrass him. Please don't embarrass yourself.

I came from the bathroom and it was time to dress. I took my dress out of the closet and laid it on the bed. Black. I'd been in love with the color black since I was five years old. Black described my life; it was dark. Black like the sky at night when my parents dropped me on the doorsteps of a foster home. Black like the basement I had to sleep in.

I gently applied lotion to my caramel skin and put on my lace underwear. I slipped into my dress next. It was a long-sleeved lace dress that reached just above my knees. I hoped it was appropriate for the function. I stood in front the full-length mirror as I combed my hair and applied my body fragrance. I put my shoes on and took a final look, making sure everything was perfect. I smiled at myself, I looked so beautiful.

A knock came at my door as I was about to head out to wait downstairs. I hoped it wasn't him, I just couldn't deal with him right now. I opened the door and saw a smiling Halley.

'Wow, black really is your color,' she said as she allowed me to closed my door and we headed downstairs together.

'You look amazing by the way,' I complimented.

'Thank you,' she smiled.

She was wearing an ankle-length white dress and white shoes. Her make up was light and had a natural look to it. Her hair was pulled in a back bun with some tresses hanging neatly at the side of her face. She looked amazing. She really was beautiful.