He Stares Back

Chap. 30: Then Consider Us Already Done

*what Christian & Emily wore to dinner above*

When they step into Taylor Manor, the walls are dead silent. The ride home had been nearly this silent. Christian didn't even look at Emily, much less speak to her. The brunette knew her boyfriend was angry with her stunt she pulled but she did not regret it one bit. Christian turns to the bodyguards with a knowing face.

"Please excuse us." Christian says thickly, "Miss East and I are going to have a word in the living room."

Christian grabs his girlfriend's bicep and drags her to the living room, making her whine in pain. When they arrive in the living room, he throws her onto his couch. The billionaire wipes his beard while pacing.

"What the hell—" Emily starts.

"Who in the hell do you think you are? You embarrassed them! You embarrassed me, Emily!" Christian shouts at her, "I may have got out of the deal and still got my profit if you had just kept your mouth shut!"

"You can't marry Monroe, Christian!" Emily shouts back at him.

The billionaire rolls his eyes at her. "It's complicated now, thanks to you!"

"It should be simple if you truly loved me." Emily says coldly, crossing her arms.

Emily stares at Christian and he stares back. The billionaire's chest rises and falls heavily. He turns from her but stops. He throws back his head, wiping his face. When he looks back at Emily, she sees the tears in his blue eyes.

"I'll make it easier on you, Christian." Emily says to him in a soft tone, her heart beginning to break. "I'll leave."

"No!" Christian shouts, rushing to her side. "Don't you dare!"

                  "What other choice do I have?" Emily puts a firm hand on his chest to stop him, "If you haven't already chose me, then it's clear you've already chose Monroe! You may not even realize it yet."

                "Emily..." Christian closes his eyes as he thinks, "Perhaps we can arrange something so I can still have you and be with you."

               "Yeah, it's called you choosing me over that rich bitch!" Emily says annoyed.

               "Em, Baby," Christian turns away from her, wiping his face in frustration "you don't understand how big this deal is!"

            Emily's heart sinks. "And here I thought I was a package."

            Christian turns to her, conflicting in his eyes. The brunette shakes her head and forces a laugh.

            "But I guess everyone's right." Emily's smile twist, her heart breaking at the realization. "I mean, why would a man like you want a piece of shit like me? Especially when you have more refined girls like Monroe or Blair? It can't be because of my money. I have no real value to my name besides you. I'm a nobody."

               Christian shakes his head at her words. "It's not true, Em, Baby. You're special."

               Emily scoffs loudly, crossing her arms angrily. "Yeah, I've heard that line before."

              The billionaire starts towards her again.

              "Go run to your new bitch, Christian." Emily says coldly, "Cause you just lost your whore."

              Emily quickly moves past Christian, who grabs for her. She shoves him away, causing him to fall back onto the couch. This shocks him. He hurriedly runs after her. By the time he reaches the stairwell, Emily has already begun down the upstairs hallway. Christian races after her, mentally trying to find motives to get her to stay. He fears he won't have the strength to.

             "Emily!" Christian runs after her, breaking a sweat in his new suit. "Em, my love, please just try to understand—"

            When Christian enters his bedroom, he sees Emily undressing at their closet. Usually her naked flesh makes him extremely horny, but it worries him now. He rushes to her, blocking her only exit. Emily smirks angrily at his attempt to keep her there.

            "Emily, my love, my sweetheart, please! Darling please try to understand the position I'm in!" Christian pleads with her, his eyes wild with madness and fear. "I'll give you anything. Everything if you just ask! Just don't slip from my grasp again, Emily! Please!"

          Emily sharply turns to her boyfriend, "You told me once that you wanted me all to yourself, Christian. That it was just me and you! You're a liar if you don't hold your word! You're destroying my life once again but this time it won't be on your terms. I'll hurt you worse than you've ever hurt me if that's what it takes!"

           Christian stares at her with a ghostly white complexion. "What do you mean?"

                "I won't be your side bitch." Emily growls at him angrily, "I won't be your mistress who you impregnate and keep hidden until Monroe dies of old age! Pff, you'll be dead way before she ever begins to let her hair turn grey."

                 "Please talk some sense Emily!" Christian stomps his foot angrily, throwing a mini tantrum. "I can have you both! You just have to tell me what it will take!"

                Emily sharply turns to Christian as she quickly gets dressed. "Frick you, Christian Taylor!"

              She ducks underneath Christian's arms and walks to her side of the bed where her empty purse is hidden. Christian is hot on her heels.

              "I'm sick of you treating me like shit!" Emily says to him, "Telling me what to do and how to do it and what I can't do! Deciding my life and future! I'm not your slave! I'm not your personal whore who you have stashed away in case you get bored! I'm a person! I'm a person who I thought you loved!"

           "I do love you, Emily, Baby!" Christian says softly, moving in towards the brunette to kiss her.

            Emily angrily smacks Christian in the face, taking him by surprise. He rubs his stinging skin, not meeting her eyes.

            "If you're willing to throw everything we have away, Christian," Emily says calmly, surprised she doesn't have the urge to cry "then consider us already done."

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Before Christian left Taylor Manor, he had tried to reason with Emily once again but only received hard slaps to the face. He ordered his men to not let Emily out of the mansion whatsoever until he comes back and gives them a say so. Emily's words have struck him hard like a nasty, venomous snake bite. They swell his heart with pain of a heartbreak.