A Very Sticky Situation (Completed)

4: She-Devil

A heads up.

Ike and Daniel are the same person.
Ana knows him as Ike because he didn't tell her in the beginning that his name was Daniel for a reason still known to him.
Emily knows him as Daniel and his full name is Daniel Ike Okwu.

Emily's POV

"Yes, personal reasons that will be taken care of as soon as possible." I nod to the press, my grey eyes channeling a hard glare at the cameras without noticing.

"That's all for today," Daniel discloses to the group of journalists, prompting our bodyguards to pave way for us through the sea of newsmen amidst shouts and questions thrown at our sides.

"Miss Emily are you okay with your fiance's decision?" A female reporter polls blocking my path, a huge microphone, and cellphone in hand.

"Yes," I gulp in agreement, aiming to cage the boiling rage and hatred I feel for the one person who infiltrated my upcoming wedding, Ana.

Daniel and I reach the black pathfinder jeep that contrasts my fair skin and he pulls open the back door, motioning me into the plush leather interior, his mood one of resentment.

I don't say a word to him as he climbs in after me and he doesn't make a move to start a conversation, causing the atmosphere to be silent.

I ponder on voicing a statement, a syllable maybe but think better on it hence I can sense the hostility emitting from his being due to the heated quarrel we had after I stepped into his hotel room that day I crossed Ana.

Swerving my head to look out the car window my mind goes back to the argument we had from the moment I entered his suite.

**Flashback**

"What was that whore doing here?" I ask Daniel the instant I go through the ajar door with the key card to sight him bent, his head in his palms. Noticing my presence he hoists his head in surprise.

"I can tell you weren't expecting me," I sneer as he remains mute, gawking at me as if he's seen a ghost.

"Yeah I wasn't," he replies concealing his surprise as the expression on his form changes to one of despise.

"But you were glad to see that whore instead," I beam knowing I'd hit a spot as his fingers clench in anger.

"Don't call her that," he growls.

"Then what should I call her?" I snort, walking to the bed to place my clutch on the white sheets before settling down and offering him a sleek smile, "I mean, she had an affair with my fiancee, so?"

"She did that in ignorance, she had no idea about us," he defends glaring at me.

"Who's fault was that?" I question. "You told her to call you Ike. I thought you hated that name."

"It's none of your business," he shuns. "Also what she did cannot be compared to what you did."

"Don't drag me into this," I scold. "We are talking about her, not me."

"You see how it is then?" He snickers in query, "so don't call her a whore when you are a she-devil."

"How dare you!" I cry out, rising to give him a smack on the cheek. Unluckily for me, he grips my arm on time and bends it behind my back inflicting pain that provokes a wince from my lips.

"I know all your secrets Emily, both the ones you feel I don't know, so think again before doing that," he whispers threateningly.

My heart skips in fright and my eyes widen as I comprehend what he just said. "I don't know what you are talking about," I lie