He Stares Back

Chap. 9: A Million Different Things

Emily gasps, shock in her eyes and expression. Christian nods to her.

"I am sorry Emily, for everything I've done to you." Christian kisses her forehead, tears escaping down his cheeks. "I don't expect you to forgive me because I will never forgive me. But I am deeply, truly sorry Baby."

Emily feels as Christian reluctantly lets her go. He forces himself to turn away and leave to the suite bedroom. Emily stands there in shock, wondering how to move on from that scene. Emily knows she needs more time to heal and process but she knows she doesn't have that luxury. The brunette knows what she must do for her boss, Mr. Hardon.

Emily goes to the bedroom door of the hotel suite to see Christian getting dressed. He already has his pants on and his undershirt. He is searching for his dress shirt. Emily spots the shirt on the floor near the bathroom. She quickly tiptoes over to the article if clothing, spotting her sexy red dress. The brunette mischievously slips his dress shirt on before walking back to the suite's bedroom doorway. Christian continues to search for his button up dress shirt.

          "Looking for something?" Emily tried to be sexy but fails when Christian turns around.

             His steel cool blue eyes goes to his shirt that is covering Emily's bare body up. From what the brunette can see, he had laid her lacy black underwear out for her. She bites her lip subconsciously as she looks back to Christian, whose staring at the floor.

                "What do you want, Emily?" Christian says auto toned, businesslike.

                  "A million different things." Emily says softly, "But I think I'm satisfied with you."

                   Christian doesn't meet her eyes but she can tell he's listening intensely to her words as he unties his dress shoes. Emily wants to run to him. Jump in his arms. Kiss him so passionately and make love to him the same. But she fears if she moves, he'll turn and see her true intentions.

             "What are you doing?" Emily says softly.

            "Getting dressed, what does it look like?" Christian says annoyed.

                "Are you going to leave?" Emily bites her bottom lip, hoping he won't.

                "Eventually, yes." Christian says annoyed again.

                  Emily sighs softly. "Will you leave me here all alone?"

                  Christian pauses, slowly continuing to untie his other shoe. He doesn't answer her. Emily carefully steps towards Christian, wanting his touch and warm embrace. His assuring words that lets her know he'll never leave her like he did before.

                    Emily's fingers hesitatingly brush against his muscular back, making Christian flinch. He tenses up beneath her cool touch. She traces the outline of his muscular back. The billionaire looks up at the ceiling, his chest heavily rising and falling. Emily stands on her tippy-toes to lightly kiss his exposed shoulder. She falls back down onto her feet, her skinny arms snaking around his body. Her hands hold his abs and chest, over his stomach and his heart.

             "Please don't leave me again." Emily begs, real tears escaping down her cheeks. "I need you."

              "To what?" Christian says coldly, wincing at how harsh he sounds.

               "What?" Emily says confused.

               "You need me to what?" The billionaire stays nonchalant.