Forever Yours

.20

Emma had to catch a bus today.

She woke up late. Didn't eat anything. Just rushed out the door . .cursing at a dark man who kept her awake at nights.

Sitting in the bus and watching the scenes pass by in a blur, she couldn't help but think. Has he ever been on a bus?

And then she would get pissed at herself.

Why couldn't she get rid of him?

Hitching up her backpack, she stepped down from the bus. .dusting off her clothes and watching the bus rumble away to the next station.

Quickly, she checked her wrist watch.

9:30 AM

"Damn it. ." She shook her head in mild annoyance at herself and walked with a quick pace.

Vowing to sleep early at night.

She couldn't afford losing the job. Sure , Diana seemed more of a buddy than a boss but still. . .she was  her boss at the end of the day and Emma was her employee.

Though Diana had always been gracious and open with her , she had tiptoed around her because of the boss employee relationship.

It was as fragile as the beast's ego!

Ehh! There she went again. . thinking about him.

She stood in front of the iron gates and pressed the bell, the camera erected from its place and snapped on her.

The usual good morning were murmured her way and she stepped in. The pit of her stomach feeling queasy for some reason. .

Must be because of waking up so late, she thought.

There was just something . . .her sixth sense was going haywire like a radar spotting the enemy's missiles. .ringing warning bells which made her stiffen and stop on the path to the entrance of the mansion.

Emma looked around. . .

The sun was out. Lawn seemed lush and green as always. The flowers were in bloom. Even her tiny lilly had poke out her head. The guards were stationed where they always were. Nothing seemed out of place.

Emma frowned slightly. .

Shaking all the negative energy and thoughts, she continued on her path.

It was her empty stomach talking.

Stepping onto the two marble stairs , she walked in through the wooden door.

Taking a deep breath, in and out to calm down her anxiety, she turned around at the lounge.

No Diana welcoming her.

Now that should have raised the red flags on itself but Emma resisted her gut feeling .

"Guess she's upstairs. ."

Moving forward, she failed to acknowledge the tall figure watching her impassively. Failed to see the murderous glint in the green eyes. His eyes alone were enough to shake her to the core and watching her walk in his house so boldly set his whole being on fire.

"Wait."

Emma's heart tumbled down from it's place, her eyes widening at the cold command.

Coming right from behind .

Slowly, painfully slow, she turned around . . .and spotted him standing by the door. Wearing a casual T-shirt over brown pants,  looking as intimidating as ever. His arms crossed , his posture screaming danger and eyes—