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And about touching you—” he leaned in, his nose brushing mine, “—no one can stop me from touching you.
Not even you, Rosebud.
Because you’re mine to touch.”
His forehead pressed against mine.
With our noses touching, stormy gray clashed with my turquoise as strong arms clutched me to them in a possessive grip.
My breath hitched at my throat, heart racing.
My blood streamed hot in my veins, breathing came out ragged as he pulled me closer, cupping my cheek.
Raindrops rolled down his head to the thick lashes as he gazed at my lips with unmistakable dark desire.
My own lips parted at the heat of his body against mine.
My insides burned for something.
“Mine.
Just mine,” he rasped, placing his hot mouth at the corner of my lips.
My eyelids threatened to shut, drunk in his intoxicating warmth.
My heart whispered his name.
Lingering his mouth on there for a moment, when his lips went to meet mine… A honk of a car jolted me out of my trance.
As soon as I got back to my senses, I pushed him away.
Surprise and something close to disappointment flashed across his hard features.
His hand shot up to reach me again, but he stopped himself from doing so.
Closing his eyes for a second, he opened them again.
This time, they held calm and composure.
“Emerald, I…”
Shaking my head, I turned around and ran to my car.
Fumbling with the keys with trembling hands, I somehow managed to get in and drove away.
His silent yet rigid form grew distant in the rearview as I went further and further away until he vanished out of the sight.
Slamming on the brakes, I stopped at a corner.
My grip around the wheels tightened as a sob left my mouth.
I let the tears free, placing my head against the seat.
The pounding of my heart still didn’t die down.
How could I let it happen?
How could I let him so close to me?
Even after everything, how could I let myself sway?
How?
“You’re mine to touch!
Mine.
Just mine.”
His words rang in my head.
I shook my head.
No,no, no.
I can’t let it happen.
I can’t let myself get hurt again.
I can’t let him do this to me again.
I won’t be able to live through another heartbreak.
My phone blared in my purse.
Wiping my cheeks, I fished my phone out.
Tess.
“Hey, Em!
Sorry if I’m disturbing you.
Dad told me you’re with your friends,” she said from the other side.
I have to do something.
“Em?
Are you listening?”
I blinked.
“Yeah, tell me.”
“All right, so I called to tell you that we’re having a family dinner at Caleb’s place tomorrow night.
It’d be a great chance to get our families together again.
His uncle is also coming.
So, I’d be really happy if you join,” she explained.
“You will come, right?”
Her voice was full of hope.
Silence.
“Em?
You will join us, won’t you?”
“I’m sorry, Tess.
I can’t.”
“But—“
I cut the call and dialed Warner’s number.
After two rings, he picked up.
“Hello?”
“Book two tickets and pack your bags.”
“What?
Now?
But why?”
“We’re leaving.
Tonight.”
SEVEN: MINE
A pair of stormy grays gazed down at me.
My heart skipped at the intensity in them.
I tried to move, but it felt like I didn’t have any control over my body.
I couldn’t do anything but watch those gray pools coming closer.
Then I felt hot breath fanning my neck, sending goosebumps across my skin.
My insides squirmed with anticipation.
“Mine…”
Jolting awake, I searched around for him.
But there was no one.
But, I felt as if someone just called me his…
Running my palms over my face, I sat up.
It was just a dream.
He wouldn’t leave me alone, even in my dreams, would he?
Three days had passed since that night and my returning to New York, and his words still haunted my sleep.
Shaking my head, I glanced at the time.
Shit!
It’s already eight!
Scrambling out of the bed, I grabbed my clothes for the interview and ran inside the bathroom.
I had two interviews today, and the first one was at nine.
If I didn’t get there in time, I’d lose the chance to work at one of my dream work places.
Actually, both of them were important to me.
If I got a job at one of them, it’d be a golden ticket for my career as a designer.
And my first destination was Summer Clothing House.
One of the most famous fashion houses across the city.
“What?
But how’s that possible?
I was informed I’d have an interview today at nine.”
The receptionist sent me a professional look of apology.
“I’m sorry for the hassle.
But we’ve found the perfect candidate for the post, so we had to cancel the interview.
Didn’t you receive the email, Miss?”
I frowned.
“What email?”
“We’d sent all our expected candidates an email regarding the rescission as an apology,” she informed.
Oh!
I’d kept my phone off since I left home that night to avoid my family’s questions and a particular person’s calls and messages.
I haven’t even checked my email for some days now.
How could I be so careless?
“Uh, maybe I missed it.”
I bit my lip.
“All right, my bad luck, I guess.”
“We’re sorry again, miss.
Have a good day!”
Nodding, I sent her a tight smile and got out of there.
Time to go to my next destination.
I just hoped everything would turn out good this time.
Checking
myself one last time in the rearview, I let out a breath, wiping my clammy palms on my skirt.
Come on, Em!
You’ve got this!
Chanting the mantra in my head, I got out of the car and looked up at the huge forty-something floor building.
A big Coopers Fabrics sign was hung at the top.
I blew out a breath.
I really didn’t want this chance to get out of my hands.
These two were my dream workplaces, and now one was gone, leaving the latter.
Ignoring the nervous wreck in my tummy, I padded inside.
Shoulders squared and chin high in confidence.
But as soon as the crowd in the waiting area came into my view, my confidence melted into a puddle.
All of them were sophisticatedly dressed, with CV’s in their hands.
Definitely for the interview.
Of course, this was one of the most renowned textile companies in the country.
What did I expect?
The receptionist guided me to wait with the others as there was still quite time for my turn to come.
And standing among these sharp and talented looking people, my nervousness rose to a new height.
Choosing a vacant seat, I settled in the furthest corner of the waiting area and waited for my turn to arrive.
My phone vibrated in my purse.
Pulling it out, I checked the name.
Warner.
“Hello,” I whispered.
“Em, thank God you finally switched on your phone.
Your parents were killing me asking about you.
They’re mad that you left all of a sudden and then kept your phone off.”
I glanced down at my nails.
The sense of guilt was picking up on me.
I hadn’t given them much of an explanation of my sudden leave, and then blocked any way they could connect to me.
Just to avoid one person, I hurt so many loved ones.
Since I switched on my phone this morning, I didn’t even check the calls or messages.
I’m sure my message box has been flooded.
“Yeah, I’m sorry that you’d to handle my family’s bombarding.
I will talk to you later about it.