Something About Emmett (Billionaire Romance) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 29 - Something Cherry

The first thing that came into my mind when I woke up, aside from cherry danishes, was Clay. I woke up to think about the call I had made to him a few nights ago, and the Skype meeting we had scheduled this week in order to discuss the label. I was torn between excitement, disbelief, and outright fear. Excitement at the prospects, at even the slightest possibility that my longest kept dream would be made into a reality for however long or short a time. Disbelief because it was simply too good to be true, and full of so many possibilities for failure. And fear... fear because it would mean a relocation to New York if everything went well.

I did not mind taking a semester off from school, or taking it fully online if it meant I would be chasing after this opportunity. School was not the problem. I would miss my family, but I would see them as often as possible, and the flights were relatively short. I could even drive down south if money was scarce. Family was not the problem.

It was Emmett. I had no doubt in my mind that I wanted to be close to him when he went back to New York. To me, there was no if. I knew he would be returning, but how soon, I could not tell. It unnerved me to think that he might not want me so near, especially when he grew bored of us. I had to remember that New York was a large city, that it belonged to no one, and that he would not have to see me if he did not want to. It would be easy to avoid each other in a place so entirely gigantic. I consoled myself with the thought that nothing yet was set in stone. Not this opportunity with the label, not Emmett, not myself.

I was still searching online for apartments nearby, still planning for a life without a musical career. Still craving a cherry danish.

I got up from my bed and went about my morning routine. Pouring some coffee into a plastic to-go cup, I murmured at the fridge. "If it bothered him, he wouldn't have called an agent in the first place."

With that I grabbed my keys and went for the door.

"Bah!" I scram, wacking out in front of me with a reflexive move of my free hand. I hit him across the chest, and watched as he arched a brow and fought to suppress a grin.

"You have impeccable timing," I started. "Impeccable. Can't wait until I'm in the car to show up, or knock when I'm still inside. Right when I get out."

He could not hold back a chuckle this time. I was not amused.

"Where are you going?" He asked, looking me up and down. I was dressed in jeans and an old RHCP t-shirt. Nothing fancy.

"I was going to get a cherry danish."

"You still are, let's go." He took my hand and started dragging me along.

"Mhm, okay. Why are you here?"

"Can't be here? Should I go?"

"No!" I gave him an exasperated, angered look.

"I came here to show you something. After breakfast."

"Oh my gosh!" I screeched, jumping when I noticed that the giant black Silverado on my driveway was not just an apparition. "Her? Sadie? You're going to show me Sadie?"

"You named my truck Sadie, of all names?"

I nodded, walking away from him and toward the truck. My hand came up against the black paint, over the silver grill. "Yes. Pretty Sadie."

"It feels emasculated," he said, coming up beside me.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "You never communicated with this truck the way I did. Her name is Sadie."

He started laughing at me, then pressed me against the car and crashed his lips to mine. I felt his tongue as it searched for mine, and I gave it to him willingly, savoring his taste.