In the Night

3 • No Baggage

E M E R S O N

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"Emerson, come dance!" A high pitched voice called out over the beat of the thumping music. I glanced around and spotted Treenie Carlow, my sort-of girlfriend, dancing on the floor of the club. There was no denying that she was beautiful, with a halo of golden hair and pretty brown eyes that seemed to sparkle even in the dim lighting of this club. She was absolutely lovely, as well. But I knew that she probably wouldn't be sticking around for long.

"I don't dance, baby." I chuckled, sipping my beer as I sat next to Scotty and our other friend, Elliot. Elliot Fay was a music producer, he had worked with so many celebrities including Lady Gaga, Jennifer Lopez, Kendrick Lamar, and so many others. The guy was truly a genius.

"E, of course you dance." Scotty laughed, pushing me off my chair. I threw him a dirty look when a bit of my beer spilled, then laughed along with him.

"I don't dance, Scotty. You've even seen me, and you know how bad I am." I laughed, sipping my beer. Scotty looked at his fiancee Sasha, seeing her immersed in a conversation with the bar tender, and pulled me close to whisper something in my ear.

"If I had a babe that fucking hot I would willingly do anything to please her. E, don't blow this." He patted me on the back and shot me a wink, then returned to his fiancee, wrapping his arm around her and giving her a sweet peck on the cheek.

I rolled my eyes and chugged my beer, getting ready to embarrass myself in front of everybody. I stood, Elliot giving me a weird look as I wiped the beer froth from my lips and headed straight for Treenie.

She gasped when I grabbed her from behind, a smile spreading across her delicate features. "Mr Ford, I thought you didn't dance?"

I spun her around, her long hair flying like a fan was blowing it from all directions. "Only for you baby." I smirked and pulled her closer, allowing the beat of the music to guide me.

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The smell of bacon and coffee woke me up that morning. I swiftly drifted from dreaming to reality, stretching out my long limbs in the gigantic bed I was in, the golden silk sheets feeling heavenly against my body. I was semi-familiar with this room, only being here maybe one other time. The white walls and golden accents really gave you the feeling of being somewhat, royal. The whole vibe of the room screamed sophistication and elegance.

I stood from my splayed position on Treenie's bed and walked out of the bedroom sleepily, rubbing my eyes and fixing my hair as I did so. I found the model in the elaborate kitchen, her light hair gleaming in the morning sunshine. Her long body was adorned in a maroon t-shirt that just covered her bellybutton and navy blue knickers. She appeared to be very busy, with many silver pots and pans surrounding her on the counter and island. Materials such as egg cartons and empty milk bottles were evident, as well.

I smiled when I saw her scowl at the frying pan in front of her, the bacon inside sizzling faster than she could handle alone. I snuck up behind her, grabbing her by her slim waist and pulling her towards me.

"Good morning." I hummed in her ear, giving it a soft peck. She squealed in surprise, her contagious smile seeming to make the whole room brighter than it already was.

"Emerson, you scared the shit out of me!" Se laughed, slapping me on the arm. I released her and she continued struggling with the bacon. I stood back and admired her perky little bum as she danced about the kitchen, fixing up coffees and whipping eggs to make some omelettes.