Chapter 55

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'Ethan! Stop it. This thing we had going isn't going to work. I'm too different in your world. I don't fit into your world and you can see that.'

'Emma, you are my world. I just want you to come home. I miss you; I can't sleep without you. I'm going crazy.'

'You wouldn't get crazy. I think we should stay separated. It's better that way. Goodbye, Ethan.'

'Emma, don't hang up this ph—'

I hung up, as hard as it was to do. Tears fell from my eyes and onto the phone's screen. I looked at the the picture of him, Halley and I on his private jet to Miami. I missed her too; she was my only friend.

I dialed her number.

'Emma, sweetie. Oh my goodness, I'm so happy you're calling me. Are you alright? Where are you?'

'Hi, girl. I'm alright. I'm fine, but I'm not telling you where I am; you'll leak to Ethan.'

'No I wouldn't. I miss you already. I wanna come see you sometime.'

'Halley, calm down. I'll be changing my phone soon because I think Ethan can track this one. I just wanted you to know I'm okay and I miss you too.'

'Emz, please come back. It's not the same without you here. The house feels so cold and lonely without you.'

'Where's the other maid?'

'She's around. She's learning, but she's not you.'

I laughed. 'Halley, you'll see me soon. I'll arrange a day for us to meet up at the mall or somewhere.'

'Yeah, girl, we could get our nails and hair done and do some shopping.'

Typical Halley.

'Just like the good old times,' I said.

'Call me soon, okay?'

'We'll keep in touch.'

I ended the call.

I felt better talking to Halley; she always knew how to turn my mood around for the better. I put my earphones in and scrolled through my music playlist to find a song to match my mood and selected 'Bed of Lies' by Nicki Minaj and Skylar Grey.

'Do You ever think of me when you lie,

Lie down in your bed, your bed of lies?And I knew better than to look in your eyesThey only pretend you would be mineAnd oh how you made me believeYou had me caught in every web that you weavedBut do you ever think of me when you lie,Lie down in your bed, your bed of lies?

You could never make eye contact

Everything you got was based off of my contacts

You a fraud, but I'm a remain icon-stat

Balenciaga's on my boots with the python strap

You was caught up in the rush, and you was caught up in the thrill of it

You was with me way before I hit a quarter mil' in it

Put you in the crib and you ain't never pay a bill in it

I was killin' it, man you got me poppin' pills in it

I told Baby hit you, I said this buggin'

Cause I was doing it for us, I told 'em f**k the public

Couldn't believe that I was home alone contemplating

Overdosin', no more coastin', no more toastin' over oceans

They say you don't know what you got 'til it's gone

They say that your darkest hour comes before your dawn

But there was something that I should've asked all along

I'm amma ask on the song.'

I heaved a long sigh.

I turned the phone off and went to get a nap but a knock came on my door. I opened it, assuming it had to be Roger. It wasn't.

Ethan's POV

Hearing Emma's voice sent chills all over me again. She brought out the heat in me. I was missing having her near me— her beautiful bright brown eyes, soft hair, silky brown skin, full lips and soft calming voice, but with an edge to slice you in half whenever she got angry. My Emma.

'Hannah, I don't like this coffee. Remake this. I want it to be perfect this time,' I said for the fifth time.

I was in my home office, typing out the contents and organizing for my company's Autumn Gala in two weeks. It would be extraordinary; it always was. I hosted the event each year before winter to raise money for homeless shelters and children with cancer at the local hospitals and cancer treatment centers in America. The company raised millions each year.

'But, Mr. Hollen, I've made the coffee over five times already, and it's still not to your liking?'

'Hannah, if I don't like the taste of it, I won't drink it. I want a drinkable cup of coffee.'

'What's wrong with it, sir?' she asked with a little attitude.

I arched my eyebrows. 'It doesn't taste like what I usually drink.'

'That's because I wasn't the one who usually makes your coffee. Why don't you get your fiancee to mak—'

'Get Out!' The nerve of that woman to stand there and talk back to me with such attitude.

'This is bull, Mr. Hollen! You're taking your frustrations out on me over a cup of coffee I've made five times. I'm not your fiancee. I don't know how she made your coffee,' she snapped, taking the cup from the desk then storming out, slamming the door behind her.

Emma must have told her that she was the one who always made my coffee. She was still upset about that that unforgettable night.

I shook off what just happened with Hannah because she was right. I was taking my frustration out on her over the coffee because it tasted nothing like what Emma used to make for me. Emma's coffee was special, just like her. It calmed me, revived me and took my stress away. I was dying for her coffee and the new maid, nor even Halley, could perfect it.

I heaved a sigh in frustration but I went back into typing on my computer.

A knock came at the door.