It's Not Love

Tell the Truth

- Emma's POV - 

I had thought for sure after giving Eric head it would've slowed him down, but it had the opposite effect. He went down on me, and because of my restricted movement, I came faster than any other time. I didn't mind being tied down, it gave me an adrenaline rush, he was here for my pleasure, and my pleasure only. Every time he trusted I would moan until I lost all sense of control and continuously cummed on his dick. I loved how much I enjoyed watching him get turned on. The way he talked me through it, "You are such a good girl," "You cum as much as you want, don't hold back," when we had finally finished, it was hours. I fell asleep and when I woke up he was gone. I thought maybe he went to the bathroom, but when I had stood out of bed there was a trail of roses on the floor leading out of the room and into the kitchen. 

I followed them, curious as to what the hell was going on and where Eric had gone. I followed the trail to the kitchen table where the flowers and a note leaned against the glass. "Emma, I needed to leave to prepare for your surprise, I had your dress and shoes delivered, and I took the liberty of putting them in your bathroom before I left. I will pick you up at 5 pm sharp, be sure to pack an overnight bag, see you soon. - Eric." I looked at the clock hanging above the table, fuck! It was almost 3:00, I rushed into the shower without stopping to look at the dress, which I'm sure was stunning. 

I quickly took the shower and opened the cover of the dress I opened it and saw a beautiful black dress, sleeveless, silk, and a slit that went up the side. I moved over to the box, where inside were beautiful black stiletto red bottoms, the ones I only ever dreamed of wearing. 

I did my makeup and hair with enough time to pack my bag before hearing the car pull up out front. The doorbell rang and when I opened the door he was wearing a suit and tie, and his hair was pushed back, not in the front how it usually is. I walk out to see a car, but instead, it's a limo, the same color as my dress. "You pulled out all of the stops huh?" I asked as he opened the door for me to get in, "Only the best for you." 

We started heading in the opposite direction of the city, "Where are we going?" My eyes widened as we got on the interstate. "The Ozarks, that's why we needed to leave early." He handed me a glass of champagne and closed the window dividing the driver's side from ours. "There's something I need to tell you." I didn't know what he wanted to tell me, so I chugged the champagne and picked up the red wine bottle that sat in the nearest ice bucket. This was going to be a long three-hour drive and I needed to calm my nerves. I wouldn't have been so stressed if Eric didn't have guilt coming across his face. 

- Eric's POV -

I didn't want to tell her but I had no choice, I thought I could compartmentalize, and use Emma as psychological warfare, however the more time I spent with her, the more ammunition he was going to blow against me and I didn't realize it until the text Aaron had sent me after Emma fell asleep this morning, I had no choice. "She will be dead by the end of the ball. - Aaron."  He never cared about Emma, hell he cheated on her, I should've dropped her the minute she told me about it. Now I can't, she has a target on her back because of me, and I will do everything to protect her even though I wanted to hurt her to get to him. Instead, I fell for her charm, the realness of her, not just her body that she believes every man wants her for, but her. And I will protect her from the mess I caused, but I will not let her get killed because her ex just might be as sadistic as I am.

After I told her, she sat in silence the whole drive. We pulled up to the yacht where I had planned a candlelit dinner where we'd laugh, and have great conversation, but this is reality and I needed her to understand why she couldn't go anywhere until after Aaron was taken out. It was better to rip off the band-aid instead of having it hang on the wound because the sting would be too painful to rip. She boarded the yacht and asked where the bedroom was, she went in and shut the door behind her. 

An hour later I knocked on the door and asked her to join me for dinner, I had the servers set the dinner and then sent them home for the night, once they left I changed out of my suit and was in a T-shirt and shorts. A few minutes after I sat she came out in sweatpants, a baggy shirt, and her hair was in a messy bun. She looked stunning beside her eyes, they were rubbed raw from crying. I didn't try to initiate conversation, she was hurt and I was a part of it.