Emma's Mate (ON HOLD)

Chapter 22, Part 2

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Emma Smith

I glanced in the mirror to ensure I looked presentable. I was dressed in a cozy cardigan paired with a comfortable pair of jeans for a casual yet put-together work look. My hair was styled in a polished half-up, half-down coiffure that exuded elegance. The top half of my hair was neatly gathered at the crown of my head and secured with a discreet hair clip, creating a sleek and sophisticated bun. The remaining hair cascaded down my shoulders in soft, loose waves, framing my face and adding a touch of femininity to my overall look. Despite not having a perfect body and being on the chubby side, I have always embraced my curves. Satisfied with my appearance, I proceeded to prepare my work bag.

As I was getting my work bag ready, Ashton sauntered over, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"You're going to work?" he asked, his voice laced with mock disappointment.

"Yes, silly," I replied, trying to focus on my bag.

He leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear. "But I don't want you to go," he whispered, his lips brushing against my skin.

I couldn't help but blush at his words. "Ash, I have to go to work," I said, trying to sound stern.

He pouted playfully. "But I'll miss you," he said, his eyes pleading.

I laughed at his antics. "You'll be fine without me for a few hours," I said, trying to push him away gently.

He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close. "I don't want to be fine without you," he said, his voice husky.

I sighed, knowing that this idiot would not let me go until I agreed to whatever he wanted. "Okay, fine," I said, relenting. "I'll stay a little longer."

A wide grin spread across his face. "That's more like it," he said, his eyes sparkling with joy.

He leaned in and kissed me softly, his lips moving against mine in a slow, seductive dance. I closed my eyes, savoring the moment, feeling the tension in my body melt away.

As he pulled away, he whispered, "Now, go conquer the world. I will be here waiting for you when you come back."

Then suddenly, Ashton's eyebrows furrowed, and he hesitated before asking, "Will Henry be there too?"

I couldn't help but smile at his jealousy. "I don't know. Henry might be there. But why does it bother you so much?"

Ashton's cheeks turned a light shade of pink, and he looked away for a moment before meeting my gaze again. "I don't know, Emy. It's just... I can't help but feel a little jealous. I am not fond of the fact that he has feelings for you. Plus, Lucas has a strong dislike for him and perceives him as a potential threat."