My Alluring Indiscretion

Chapter 5- Back to Beige

Playlist for this chapter:

'Break the rules' by Charlie XCX

'Cool Kids' by Echosmith

'Body' by loud luxury ft Brando

'Live my life' by Far East movement ft Justin Bieber

'Ghost' by Halsey

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Emma's POV

I quickly straighten my dress and put on some light makeup. Oh yes, even though it's morning time I must always look presentable otherwise my mother will start on another lecture. Heading down I mentally prepare myself for what's to come.

Just stay calm. She is your mother, just not a very good one. Yeah right, that's an understatement.

Sitting in front of my vision is my perfect mother. Her blonde hair falling in smooth curls over her shoulders. Her face packed with makeup and her classy jewellery adorning her face.

"Emmeline darling nice of you to join me." She looks up at me. "You are the one who called me down mother." I remind her. "Ah yes I just wanted to go over some of the wedding details"

"What wedding details, what part of 'I don't want to get married' do you not understand. I'm nineteen, I haven't even finished my degree." I yell

"Emmeline watch your tone with me. You are not getting married right this moment, it's simply setting a plan in order. I was engaged to your father at your age, I don't see the problem." She sternly reverts. "And how's that working out for you?" I spit coldly

"What do you mean, I'm living a beyond comfortable lifestyle. I have a loving husband and you are soon going to get that for yourself."

"Really, a loving husband, you and dad don't love each other at least not for a while." I scoff. "Emma! I'm going to overlook your outburst, seriously stop with the drama already." Only my mother will find my emotions drama.

"Emma darling, look who's here." My father emerges and behind him so does Brendon.

Brendon Hamilton. My dearly beloved. I can gag just thinking about it. He isn't bad, infact if I wasn't pushed into this situation I might actually like him. Brendon is sweet, smart and charming no doubt. He has blonde hair and light eyes and features to kill for but I don't want to marry him despite the fact we used to play house together as children.

Give me strength.

"Hey Emma." Brendon flashes me the sweetest smile. Okay so maybe he isn't all that bad.

"Hi." I reply

"Why don't both of you go on and have a chat." There they go playing matchmakers again. I nod and Brendon follows me up to my room. We stand in awkward silence looking anywhere but at each other. "So how's work?" I ask. He's twenty one so his father is already grooming him to take over the family business.

"Boring."

"How's college?"

"Boring. But I'm on break right now which is somehow proving to be even more stressful than studying." Brendon chuckles lightly.

"So—" We both say at the same time. "You first." He raises an eyebrow.

"Well I don't really have much too say, other than the fact that I don't like being pushed into marrying you, not that you're not husband material or anything. It's just that I don't want to get married, I'm only nineteen. I haven't even lived yet..I mean of course I have lived infact I am still living technically, I'm breathing aren't I? Of course I am otherwise I wouldn't be able to talk—"