Let Me Teach Ya (Nemi)

Fresh Start

Demi’s POV

"I choose you! Wilmer! I choose you!" I said as I gripped his hand and started sobbing. I wasn't sure why I was crying, and I wasn't sure why I just blurted that out. I could feel my heart rate suddenly start to increase, which caused me to cry more. Wilmer laced his hand with mine and quickly maneuvered over to me. His arms quickly wrapped around me. My head fell to his shoulder and he began stroking my back.

"Shh, Demi. I am right here. I am not going anywhere," he whispered into my ear and kissed my forehead. I lifted my head up, and leaned back to look up at Wilmer. "Demi, what is it?" He asked as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Nothing, I just.. I just am so thankful that you are always willing to give me another chance. I appreciate that." I said as I looked up at him and then back down to my fumbling fingers.

"That's what happens when you're in love with someone. You always stick by their side." Wilmer said as he smiled up at me. "However," he said as he paused. I snapped my head up, and listened to what he was about to say. "I want you to stay away from Mr. Jonas. I don't want you seeing or speaking to him," He said matter of factly. I could feel my eyes grow wide, and my foot began to tap rapidly against the hard wooden floor.

"That's going to be a problem," I said simply to him. "Wilmer, there is something that I haven't been telling you. There is a reason why Mr. Jonas and I have been spending so much time together," I said as I bit my lip. I wasn't sure how Wilmer was going to handle the news of me working for Mr. Jonas, but I knew that I needed to be open and be honest if I wanted to make this work at all.

"Are you guys fucking?" Wilmer bluntly asked, catching me off guard. I let out a strange laugh, and then swallowed down the lump in my throat.

"No, Wil, I have been hanging out with him because I am working for him," I said as I continued to watch Wilmer. I wasn't sure what he was going to stay next. All I knew, was that he was confused. I watched as his brows creased inward and a confused look grew across his face.

"Working for him? Since when, and why did you not tell me?" He asked me.

"It is kind of a long story. A few weeks ago, I received a package from someone. Inside was a letter and several pictures of Mr. Jonas and I. The letter said that if I did not stay away from him then they were going to exploit me. Essentially, I was being blackmailed." I said as I watched him closely. Wilmer stayed quiet, and waited for me to speak once more. "You see, after I got that package, I went to Mr.Jonas and told him I wanted to resign. Then I came home and told you that I was done. Well, when I did that, Mr. Jonas wouldn't take no for an answer. He said how he needed me, and wanted me as his personal assistant. We decided to try to see if we could work from the house, and he could come by and drop files off for me to work on. It wasn't supposed to last long, but just until he figured out who was blackmailing us,” I said as I leaned back and just watched Wilmer. I wasn't sure what was running through his head, or if he was even buying anything that I was saying.

“Why would someone want to even blackmail you, and for what?” he asked me.

“Good question. That is something I have been trying to figure out myself. It is someone who does not want me to be working for Mr. Jonas that is for sure, but we have this under control, and if it is okay with you, I would like to continue to work for Mr. Jonas. I can tell you when we are meeting and if you want, you can come meet us, too.” I pleaded to him. I was trying to say whatever I could so that I could continue to keep my job, even if that meant Wilmer was going to be up my ass.