love on the brain

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Emily's POV

The words "contract" repeated itself in my head like a record player.

"I-I'm sorry. Did you just say contract?", I asked her.

She smirked, leaning against the desk, using her arms to hold her body up.

"From your tone, I can tell your interested", she says in a low, very low tone.

Wow.
I was right.
She was crazy.

"Interested? More like confused", I tell her honestly.

"What part are you confused about? Me wanting to fuck you, or me not caring if you are engaged or not", she says as she didn't lie to me about going to a party.

"You lying to me. You said there would be a party, and there isn't. Meaning I got all dressed up for nothing. I mean the only reason I got dressed up in this stupid thing was so I can have a good time tonight. But instead, I find out there was never a party, you just wanted to get me alone, so you can get in my pants", I snap at her.

She removed herself from the desk and began walking towards me.
I swallowed hard; standing my ground not even moving.

"trust me, we can still have a good time", she smirks eyeing my body like I was her prey.

I rolled my eyes in disgust.
"I cannot believe I actually came here", I say crossing my arms.

"You know why I think your mad, emily? I think your mad that I actually want to fuck you, but your mad at yourself more because you wouldn't mind me doing that", she says as if she was reading my mind.

I scuffed. "You're delusional", I spat.
"face it. Ms.FBI isn't doing it for you anymore. You know it. I know it. Hell, she knows it. So why don't you do both you and I favor and just break up with her already", she tells me.

"Your ridiculous. You don't know anything", I tell her rolling my eyes.

"Oh I don't. Then why did you come all this way? And please don't tell me just to party", she says.

I remained silent.
"My point exactly", she says flashing her smile.

My blood was boiling.
Was it bad that I was both turned on and angry at her?

"The contract is simple. You read over the terms and if you agree, just sign", she tells me.

I blinked at her.
Maybe I'm loosing my shit.

What was the contract even about?
Was it bad that I wanted to know?
God, emily. Get a grip.

"I'm not signing anything. You're crazy", I tell her.

"If you don't sign it, I can't fully touch you", she says tells me.

"Touch me? I'm not yours to be touched", I tell her.

"If you ju— I cut her off, "Maybe I have to spell it out for you. You-Will-Never-Fuck-Me", I say slowly approaching her.

She stood still as I slowly approached her, still talking. "In fact, you will never fuck me as good as she does", I say.

Her face expression was unreadable. Couldn't tell if she wanted to disagree with me or slam me against the desk behind her and fuck the shit out of me.

"Wanna bet?", she asked, I could promise you her tone was so serious. She meant it.

I scuffed. She wasn't going to give up, was she.
I'm engaged. Why didn't she see that. More like why didn't she care.

"I'm going home now", I tell her turning around when suddenly I was pulled back, turning into her.

I breathed heavily.
Her touch alone sent chills up and down my spine. My mouth became dry. My breathing increased.