"What are you thinking?" I ask him.
"You really want to know?" He replies in a voice so dark and full of warning it sends a shiver down my spine.
"Yes." I say, being utterly brave.
A small smirk lifts the corner of his lips as he walks towards me...
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Emara Stone
"What's wrong with Henry?" My mother asks me, genuinely puzzled.
"He is not the Henry I want, mom." I state, walking away.
I want the Cavill!
6 feet Greek God with blue eyes, 24/7 six-pack abs with least clothes on his body.
"Why? Henry is smart, highly educated, comes from a good family and you have known him since childhood." Her sweet voice echoes through my ears like pressure drums.
"Mom, seriously? I am not interested in him. And please, don't introduce me to guys in such a way again." I tell her firmly, before grabbing a bag of nachos from the kitchen cabinet and striding away.
"Honey, Ethan has already found the love of his life, and I am so worried about you. When are you going to start dating, find a perfect match, get married and have kids with him?" She says with motherly urgency.
"Mom! I am only 22." I shoot back, as if she has forgotten.
"You two were in 1st grade when I was 22." She retorts, as if that made it any better.
Erhhh!
"Because you ran away with dad and got pregnant when you were just 17. And that was so un-cool, mom!" I call her out.
"Emara! Where are you manners?" She scolds me in a higher pitch of tone.
"They are right here." I whisper, climbing the stairs to escape this conversation.
She is lucky dad cleared the police exam or their children would be hustling on the street, selling drugs for pocket money.
"Emara! Get back here! I am not done talking to you." She yells, calling after me.
"Later, mom!" I shout over my shoulder, striding up the stairs while my mind races with the chaos.
I have so many issues in my life, that I could write a tragedy-comedy book on it, and it would be an instant bestseller.
"I am just 22 and under 30 thousand debt." I depressively murmur its title.
"Thirty thousand in debt?!" I hear a gasp of terror, and abruptly look up to see my brother gawking at me with his eyes bulging wide like goldfish. Shit!
"What the hell did you do now?" Ethan practically growls at me, confident that I must have fucked up something.
"I.. um.. accidentally scratched a rich bitch's car." I blink at him like an innocent angel.
"Which rich bitch?" He asks, arching his one brow.
