Ransom

•• Chapter 35 ••

May I just say. What a wonderful fucking start to the day.

Could this be the very morning I begin a relationship with my psycho billionaire violinist, Emmett fucking Ransom?

A vulnerability was shown in the cold CEO of S&S&E security this dear morn.

If Ransom, a man who could have anything he wanted in the world, finally backed down from the idea of enslaving me, and was more interested in treating me right... maybe I would have to measure him up against Edgar more often.

Perhaps that is where the respect came from - the meddling of Edgar. Heheh.

Hmmm.

Mr. Ainsley of Knight Inc. who seemed to have a very controlling manner about him, just like his brother, but in a healthy way.

True dominance vs cruel master.

Hmmm.

I want to feel giddy, but I am a little nervous at the massive change in Eme this morning.

Ransom bought me a gift for goodness sake, and I'm about to find it displayed in a majestic suitcase, opened on the kitchen bench.

I can see the brilliance before I'm anywhere near it. Descending the waterfall staircase, I walk in slow motion, hypnotised by the diamonds glittering up at me.

Emmett fucking Ransom bought me fucking diamonds!

Emmett is over by his violin and a tablet, where he pretends to do work from home and not obsess over my reaction.

I also pretend he isn't watching me, nor Slade who I felt sneaking down the stairs after us to also witness my reaction to the gift.

I approach with caution. I find a card, hand written, sitting by the blue and white sparkly choker.

It reads.

Real diamonds. Worthy of Cheryl Ransom. Love, your mother, C. Ransom.

M-mother? Oh yeah.

My obsessive otherworldly experience almost ends, until I hear Ransom explain himself from the couches by the fireplace, "I asked my mother to choose, she works with custom diamond design in jewelry. I paid for it. You're worth a few hundred thousand for the colour you've brought into my world," as I turn to Emmett, my hand is shaking with the card, and I can't even touch the necklace.

"You... bought me this for... bringing colour into your life?" I rasp out, "I think you're bi-polar."

"That's fucking rude, Cherry," Ransom loses his bright smile for a second and his masterful glare returns for a moment.

"Sorry," I blurt, "I say really dumb shit when I'm... overwhelmed. Maybe a promotion would have been nice, at work, you know -"

"Why do you still want to work, you can do anything you want now," Ransom is glad for the change of subject.

I glance to Slade casually fucking with heavy weights, showing off his bicep curls as he winks at me - and he gets a nasty scoff out of his bro.

"You're both very happy with me now," I contemplate the fact I ran from them, and after willingly returning, I don't know, perhaps they were seeing me as family rather than... you know, foe.

"I get to fuck my step-sister," Slade's smile can't end, "What, you're so sour, it's just a fantasy, Cheryl."

"My whole life sure does feel like it lately... so your mother likes me?" I read the card again, she wrote with love, so...