Chapter 59
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I made my way back to the sitting room area and the table we had previously occupied. I unbuckled my heels a bit so my feet could breathe.
I took a bite of the food on my plate and immediately felt relaxed. The food was everything. I took a sip of another glass of wine when Roger came and joined the table.
'I told you that you could talk with your sister,' I said without looking at him; my eyes were fixed on the plate.
'I don't have one.'
'But you said that the COO—' I cut myself off as I looked up and noticed who I was actually talking to— Ethan.
He was staring at me hard, which made me uncomfortable.
I suddenly lost my appetite as fear was now latching in my stomach. The fork fell onto the plate with a cling.
'Why so nervous?' he asked me, taking my glass of wine and sipping on it. He still looked handsome, though he was angry.
Words couldn't find their way out of my mouth as I was face to face with him and he wasn't taking his eyes off me. I placed my hands onto the hem of my dress to wipe away the sweat they were producing.
'Hi, Ethan,' I finally managed to say.
He arched his eyebrows and moved his eyes to the opening of my dress. He gave a small sly smile then his expression turned cold again.
'What are you doing here with that guy?'
'I... only accompanied him as a friend.'
'The same guy you told me isn't an influence on you.'
I wasn't in a mood to get into it with him; it wasn't the time or the place for that. I remained silent, but gave a sly smile back to him.
He got up and left the table, taking my glass of wine with him.
I couldn't believe that asshole— that sexy, mouth watering asshole.
I watched as he walked away. He passed a group of women, about my age, and they smiled and pointed at him as he disappeared out of sight to the other room.
I continued eating my food and waved to a server for another glass of wine, but I was given a glass of water instead.
About fifteen minutes later, Roger came back.
'Sorry to keep you waiting sweetie. How was the food?'
'Delicious.'
'Great. So are you ready to leave?'
I looked at my wristwatch. We'd only been there less than two hours, what was the rush?
'The night is still young, Roger.'
'Oh, it's just that something came up and I have to leave.'
'Oh.' I was bummed that I had on a new outfit and barely spent time in it; but I was relieved that I was getting away from Ethan.
I took my purse and stood.
Roger led the way and I followed suit but was stopped in my path by a firm hand pulling me backwards onto something hard.
'Leaving already, Emma?' Ethan asked softly in my ear in a very seductive tone; his minty breath sent shivers down my spine as I laid against his hard chest.
Roger turned to Ethan, making small steps toward us.
Ethan's eyes locked onto him, daring him to make one more move or to say something stupid.
'Emma—' Roger began but was cut off by an eager Ethan.
'Don't you worry about her. She's in my hands now, but you can leave,' Ethan said firmly.
Without another word, Roger glanced at me and I nodded to him in approval to just leave.
Ethan threw his arm around my neck, pulling me even closer to him, marking his territory without taking his eyes off Roger.
Roger turned on his heels, again, and disappeared toward the exit.
I exhaled heavily.
Ethan turned my face to his. His eyes sparkled, becoming grey and friendly again. He claimed my lips with his, kissing me passionately.
I gave in almost immediately. I'd missed him so much.
'I love you,' he said between kisses and led me back to his private booth.
Emma's POV
I looked at my wrist watch again. It was one in the morning and I was becoming sleepy but the entertainment was amazing. Celine Dion was performing her hits, and I loved me some Celine.
'Enjoying yourself?' Ethan asked, moving closer to me.
We were alone in his private booth, which had the best view in the place, with comfortable seats and cooling units.
'Yes, I am,' I said, yawning.
'You're sleepy baby,' he said, hugging me and laying me on his lap like a baby. He rubbed my back softly.
'Stop. You're gonna make me fall asleep if you continue to do that,' I told him, removing his hand.
'Do you want to leave now?'
'Yeah,' I said with another yawn.
He took me in his arms and carried me, bridal style, with my arms around his neck while I laid against his hard chest, listening to his heartbeat. It was like music to my ears. I missed that.
I was placed in a black limousine. He slide in next to me and I fell asleep on his lap.
I woke up in a very comfortable, soft bed. I had to use the bathroom. With sleep still in my eyes, I headed to the bathroom and walked into a wall. I fell onto the floor with a semi loud crash.
'Emma?' I heard a concerned voice say my name.
With the clap of hands the lights came on.
'Baby, are you okay?' Ethan was helping me to my feet.
I nodded, holding my head. He moved my hand and saw a bruise where I had collided, head-on, with the wall.
'Baby, why did you walk into the wall?'
'I thought I was at my apartment. The bathroom is on the left at my place.'
He wrapped his arms around me.
I went to the bathroom and when I came out he looked so concerned and serious.
