SHARING EMMA [18+]

16. Hint of Anger🔥

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Sleep eluded me all night, my mind replaying Ryker's hurtful words over and over again. I felt like a target for his anger and frustration, as if I was solely responsible for everything that had gone wrong.

It was true that things had become messy, but I never intended for any of it to happen. When I first met Carlos, the idea of becoming involved with his son never even crossed my mind. It was only as time passed and Ryker and I started spending more time together that I realized my feelings for him ran deeper than just friendship. But now, there was no reasoning with him. He was too blinded by his rage and hurt to see that I was just as much a victim of circumstance as he was.

The rest of the night was spent tossing and turning in my bed. Every time I closed my eyes, I could see Ryker's angry face, and hear his harsh words. I knew I had made a mistake by getting involved with his father, but it wasn't like I had done it on purpose. It had just happened, and now I was paying the price for it.

As dawn broke, I got out of bed and started packing my bags. I didn't want to be here any longer than I had to. The thought of facing Ryker again made my stomach churn.

The thought of facing Carlos to inform him of my decision to leave was too overwhelming for me. I couldn't bring myself to see him, knowing he would plead with me to stay. But my mind was made up, and I had no intention of staying in a place where I wasn't valued. I had already endured enough humiliation and disrespect from Ryker, and I refused to subject myself to it any longer. If he wanted me gone, then I would leave and never look back. I knew it wouldn't be easy, but I was determined to start afresh and move on from this painful chapter in my life.

Finally, at six in the morning, I made my way to the porch. I saw the car waiting there, and I could feel my heart racing as I got closer. The guard at the gate saw me coming and came to help me with my luggage.

When he opened the door for me, I realized rather quickly that I wouldn't be travelling alone.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice laced with a hint of anger. I didn't want to see him again after what had happened. "Making sure I'll keep my word or not?"

"Something like that," he said, looking out the window. "Just get in, you don't want to get late for your flight."

I sighed and got into the car, placing my bags on the seat next to me. Ryker sat on the opposite side, his arms crossed over his chest. The tension in the car was palpable as the driver started the engine and we began to move.

I couldn't help but steal a few glances at Ryker. He looked exhausted, with bags under his eyes and his hair in disarray. It was clear that he hadn't slept much, but I didn't feel sorry for him. Not after the way he had treated me.

As I looked out the car window, trying to distract myself with the passing scenery, my mind kept drifting back to our argument from the previous night. The way Ryker had blamed me for everything felt so unjust. I never asked for any of this, but I was the one paying the price for it all.

My emotions were swirling inside me, growing more and more intense by the minute. I couldn't hold them in any longer.

"Why do you hate me so much?" I snapped, turning to face him.

Ryker let out a humorless laugh. "You really don't get it, do you?"

"Get what? You keep blaming me for things I had no control over," I replied, feeling frustrated.

"You're right, you had no control over it. But you had control over your actions afterward," Ryker said, his voice laced with bitterness.

"I don't understand what you're talking about," I said, my confusion evident. And then he said it. The words that cut through me like a knife. "You've been sleeping with my father like a whore. Do you even realize how that makes me feel? Every time I think of you, all I can see is that image of you on your knees, sucking my dad off. Do you have any idea how messed up that is?"