Forever Love

Chapter 4: Keeping An Eye

A tear rolled down through her closed eyes as she kissed him. She realized what meant being in heaven. She lowered her hand from his neck to his chiseled chest. He had become a man, she thought proudly even in her dazed situation.

Out of breathe, they moved apart, he kissed her tear away and his lips rested against hers, he sighed in ecstasy. "I love you Emma, I do"

She smiled but then remembered the whips on the little kid, she snapped out of him and pushing him away. She said, "I am not Emma, I am Eva,"

"You are not Eva, you are Emma," he said sternly, moving closer to her and sliding his fingers through her hairs, making her look at him.

"I don't know what give you this idea," she said, putting a convincing face.

"This gave me the idea," he pressed his body slightly against her, "the warmth, I only feel when you hug me. And this too," he gave a swift kiss on her lips, she shivered. He said softly, "they are home."

Controlling her heartbeat she pushed him again and said, pretending anger, "I am not Emma, I am Eva so if you don't love me as in Eva, please move away," she said as in a matter of fact tone.

"You are Emma, my Princess" he was confused, as to why she was not accepting she was Emma. He had his hand placed on both side of her, blocking her way. She was unsure how to get out of this situation. A situation where she wanted to stay forever yet could not, if she wanted to save a kid.

"I am not, move away," she said trying to move his warm manly arms, that she could not help but admire.

He let her lose and slipped out of his grasp but held her hand before she left. She looked at him confused. "Emma, I don't why you are running away but trust me, within a week you will accept your are my Emma, you are my princess."

"Concentrate on your Emma, not me," she scolded him and freed her arm.

"Would you able to bear if I get close to that pretender of yours, My princess?" he smirked, confident of his challenge.

She halted, she would never be able to see him with someone else but then controlled her palpitating heart. "Why would it matter to me we just met for the first time," she shrugged.

"It will. It will matter to you. We had met when you were born, so tiny, shedding tears and I fall in love with you," he recounted her about the past and her eyes softened, she looked at him but then schooled her expressions.

"All I know about you is we met today and we kissed..." she said again, trying to prove her point. "And besides that I don't even know your name,"

"I am your prince just remember that and trust me before this week ends, you will admit yourself you are my Emma, my princess. Now go and sleep," he gave her a chaste kiss and went to his room, not interested to join the fake Emma.

All he knew was he had to find out a lot and he would. The Emma in the theater room was fake. His Emma was the woman he encountered in the corridor, who was refusing to accept she was Emma.

What confused him more was why did she go to a servant room, he had waited for her to retired and he had seen her enter in a room there. He stayed there waiting for her to come out and go to her room but she didn't. 'Is this her room?' he questioned himself, he thought to ask her this the next day.

Apart that, what was disturbing him more was why her uncle aunt lied as well about her? He wondered if she Emma was being well treated in this home. He promised himself he had to find about her everything, and if anyone had harmed her even slightly would see the rage from him.

The whole night he turned and tossed wondering over why his princess was refusing to acknowledge him. When he held her, he looked at her, he kissed her, he found his heaven then after a minute lost everything. How he wished, he could keep holding her but she was so adamant on proving him she was not Emma.