*Sexual Content*
"I promise I won't fall in love ever again."
Promises are meant to be held within our hearts, they are never to be broken or said out loud. But sometimes, promises like the one that Emma made to herself are meant to be broken. Espec...
I've been having a rough week, I just want summer to come already.
I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, I am really going to try to make Christian work for Emma, I but I also want you guys to be able to see how weak Emma becomes once Christian gets close to her.
I honestly enjoyed writing this chapter, and I hope you guys enjoy reading it!
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Song of Chapter: Strangers, by lovelytheband
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I had no clue what I was going to wear to this dinner, dad had told me to wear something nice. Who the hell were we trying to impress? This guy probably lived in his mother's basement playing GTA all day instead of getting off his ass and getting a job to improve his life. I took out a short navy blue halter dress that I had bought in June for my graduation. It was nice enough to wear to a dinner I didn't want to be at. I didn't try hard to look stunning, I just cleaned myself up to look presentable during this dinner.
"Emma, he is parked right outside, come down when you're ready!" My dad yelled all the way from downstairs in the kitchen. I sighed and looked at myself once more in the mirror before walking down the stairs and looking up to see my dad open the door, in front of him was Rachael and behind Rachael was a person that made my mouth drop.
This could not be happening.
Christian could not be Rachel's son. It just wasn't possible. They looked nothing alike, except for the eyes, and the hair, and nice creamy skin tone that they both shared.
Fuck they were related.
"Emma, this is my son, Christian." Rachael said moving out of the way so that I could get a better view of her son.
"It's nice to meet you Emma, have we met before? Your face seems oddly familiar." Christian asked extending a hand towards me. I took his hand and shaked it roughly, I gave it a tight squeeze so that he'd notice that I was beyond pissed. I could see where this dinner was going to go, he would be teasing me all night and bringing up little comments that connected to that wild night.
"It's nice to meet you too, I can't say I've seen you before," I told him, taking my hand back and wiping it discreetly on my dress.
My dad pulled Christian into the kitchen and began talking about his stupid sports teams, I doubted that Christian was going to talk about any of that. But, I'd rather my dad force him to listen to some rants about different sports teams, then having him trying to tease him and spill on what happened the other night.
