Pillow Talk

Chapter 13

With a nasty sneer on his face, Nixon descended the stairs two at a time after having heard the entire exchange between Freya and Emma.

It seemed Emma was not going to let this go so easily.

Freya had made a hasty getaway before he could reach them and Nixon honestly couldn't blame her. He could only imagine what impression it left of him.

Fuck! She probably thought he was sleeping with Emma while pursuing her. Double fuck!

Nixon's hand shot out, grabbing Emma's elbow, a surprised gasp leaving her mouth as he pulled her along with him across the room as discreetly as possible and out the door.

"Nixon, you're hurting me.", she hissed angrily.

He was never one to manhandle a woman but she was really testing his patience by pulling stunts like these.

Ignoring her protests, Nixon headed for the garden his mother prided herself in having. It was quiet and a good distance from the house. The last thing he wanted was to create a scene.

"What the fuck Emma?"

She pulled her arm away, rubbing it. Nixon rolled his eyes. Her dramatics wouldn't work anymore. Certainly not on him.

"I'm just returning the favour amante.", she smirked, her mood doing a complete 180 like this was some game they were playing.

Nixon pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. He needed to make it clear to her that whatever arrangement they had was over and that she couldn't fuck with him anymore. Or use her bond with his family to take advantage of him.

This wasn't a game, this was his life.

He shook his head, "Have you spoken to your mother Emma?"

Emma's face instantly soured at the mention of her mother, she charged at him, "How dare you call her?", she gritted out.

Nixon easily side stepped her, not wanting her to touch him.

"You know I don't fucking talk to her Nix. You had no right!", she pointed her finger at him, the look on her face slightly unfocused.

"Just like you had no fucking right to interfere with my life.", he countered.

"Because she's not right for you", she cried out as she ran her fingers through her hair, "She'll leave you like Ava did. Don't you see Nixon? They'll never love you like I do.", she repeated what she had said to him in his apartment as she attempted to touch his face but Nixon pulled away.

"Emma stop!", Nixon said softly, "You have to stop this."

Emma sniffled, wiping her tears with the back of her hand.

When she looked up at him, Nixon felt his blood run cold. It felt like he was looking at a completely different person.

The blank expression on her face made him wonder if he ever really knew Emma.

"Just understand one thing Nixon.", she was disturbingly calm again, "If I can't have you, no one can."

Nixon smiled despite his uneasiness, "Well it's a good thing you don't get to decide that."

Emma just stared at him, eyes blazing with something he wasn't sure he wanted to know before she turned around and walked off, heading for the gate that led off the property.

Nixon let out a sigh. It was clear that Emma was in a dangerous state of mind. He had to be wary at all times.

He needed to take matters into his own hands and he knew exactly what he had to do. Even if it was going to be one of the hardest things he'd ever done.