Condemned to an unhappy marriage by her father Emerald Davidson finds herself in quite the shitty situation, only to find help from someone who's no better. She trades one deal for another, but is oblivious to what that other deal is exactly until i...
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Threats don't work with the person who's got nothing to lose.
- Maduro Ash
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Emerald Davidson's POV
I shot the cabdriver a last smile before thanking him, waving, and getting out of the vehicle.
"Good night."
The cold breeze tugged at the hem of my jacket, so I pulled it closer to my body.
Tonight had been surprisingly fun. To no one's surprise, Benjamin and David had managed to convince Cath and I to come for one drink within no time. Of course one drink had turned into ten, and now I was drunk, but at least I was finally somewhat relaxed. Neither Ian nor Daniel Riva had been on my mind for most of the evening, which was all I had wanted to begin with. I had needed relaxation, and if it took an copious amount of alcohol to achieve that, so be it.
It was just too bad I'd be propelled back to reality tomorrow morning. The only thing I could do at the moment was beg God that he wouldn't make my hangover too bad, but I highly doubted he would listen. Vodka was a vicious thing. I hadn't even slept yet and the throbbing had already started.
But then again, I'd probably welcome the cloudy mind that came with the hangover. I had avoided even thinking about it, but I knew it was time to go home - Ian's and mine home. The numerous missed calls and angry text messages were enough to know that it would be far from pleasant, for sure, but it had to happen. I couldn't ignore him forever, especially if I wanted to actively spy on him and his father from now on.
"Hey." I greeted the guard that was stationed at the lobby with a nod of my head.
"Good evening, miss."
Miss. I liked that. No misses or future misses Picard. Just Miss Davidson. If It was up to me, it would stay that way forever.
An almost inaudible sigh left my lips as the elevator reached my floor. There was always this tiny spark of relieve whenever I got out of one without having gotten stuck. I had gotten over the fear mostly, but I still didn't like small spaces.
A white piece of paper at my feet caught my attention as I pushed the front door of Dan's apartment open. My name was written on front of it with thick, black marker stripes. No return address, no stamps, no nothing. Whoever had send it had left it in the mailbox himself.
