The Daily Life of Emma Preston *Complete*

What's Next?

Sorry this chapter took longer to get posted than expected, hopefully this will make up for it!!!

The Daily Life of Emma Preston

What's Next?

I have never had to wear handcuffs before. The metal against my skin dug into my wrists. The coldness of them made me shiver. Or that was possibly from my anxiety. I wasn't quite sure yet. Maybe a little bit of both...

My hands were cuffed behind my back, restricting me. And not exactly in the way I enjoy. I've used handcuffs before with clients, but I had never thought I would be wearing them for real. I should have known though.

With my line of "work", it was inevitable, I presume. 

I was taken out of the car by Detective Stanley, aka Jeff, and placed in a room. The room was small, painted white. Though there was a metal table and two chairs in the room, I felt like I was already sitting in a jail cell.

Jeff came behind me and produced a key. He took my bound wrists and unlocked one of them.

"You can make one phone call. You have five minutes," he said and placed a phone on the table in front of me. Without another word, Jeff turned and walked out of the room, closing the door tightly behind him.

I have to call Jerry. I don't want him to come and get me, but he's probably freaking out wondering where the hell I was.

I dialed his number and put the phone to my ear.

The line rang four times before I heard,"You have reached the voice mail box of..." Great, he didn't answer.

I hit redial.

After two rings Jerry finally picked up.

"Hello?" He said sounding confused. Probably because it was a number he didn't have programmed in his phone.

"Jerry, this is Emma." I tried not to show the anxiety in my voice. No telling how well I did.

"Emma? Where are you? Whose phone are you using? Are you okay?" He rattled off faster than I could answer.

"Jerry, calm down. I'm fine. I'm uh..." Do I tell him I've been arrested? 

"Where are you?" Jerry demanded to know.

"I'm in jail." I said quietly.

"YOU'RE WHAT?" Jerry screamed at me. I had never heard him so upset before now. 

Things really had been great between us recently. We hadn't fought, we went out to dinner a few times, the movies once to see Pacific Rim, and chilled at his place ever night. I couldn't ask for anything better. He had been so attentive to me, and welcoming that it made my heart melt. 

Then I go and do something like this. How could I ever even think he would want anything to do with me? Yes, he knew what I did for extra money. How else do you think I know him? But, we are together now. A real couple. 

He even begged me not to do it. 

Why?

Surely not just for the money. Granted, the money was awesome. It helped a lot. I had caught back up on paying my rent each month, and even had enough that I could stop for three months.