He Stares Back

Chap. 49: ...Or Else

*Picture of Emily East Above *

The jungle air has cooled off since the sun had set. Molly and Emily helps Christian up the stairwell.

"I am capable of walking up the damn stairs by myself!" Christian rolls his eyes annoyed.

"You should have stayed in bed for a couple more days before trying to go back to normal activities." Molly shakes her head, "You're going to be sore tomorrow."

Christian rolls his eyes in annoyance. "If I wanted a second girlfriend, I'd go with Esmeralda."

Emily looses her grip, nearly letting Christian fall. The blonde and billionaire give the brunette a confused look.

Emily shrugs, smirking. "Oops!"

Christian grips her hand as they continue up the stairs. Molly and Emily help Christian to the master bedroom. He holds his hand up at the blonde.

"I think my girlfriend can do the rest, thank you." Christian says with false gratitude, an even faker smile on his face.

Molly sighs heavily. "If that is what you wish, Mr. Taylor."

Christian turns, gripping Emily's hand as he leans on her. She helps him to the bed. The brunette makes sure her boyfriend is stably sitting on the side of the bed before she starts to head towards the closet room.

"Don't go anywhere!" Emily jokes, laughing at her own joke.

Christian shakes his head at her, laughing roughly. "You think you're so funny."

Emily strides back into the bedroom, closing the doors behind her. She holds a pair of cotton shorts for Christian to wear to bed. The billionaire shakes his head.

"I won't need them." Christian begins to unbutton his white shirt, "Not tonight."

"Oh, right!" Emily slowly nods, smiling. "Sexy time with Mr. Christian Taylor."

Christian smiles wickedly as he unbuttons his last button on his white shirt. He takes the shirt off and tosses it to the floor. He smiles up at Emily, whose arms are crossed. She shakes her head at him.

"You can barely walk up the railed stairs by yourself!" Emily chuckles, "How do you expect us to have sex?"

"Make love, Emily." Christian rolls his eyes at her, "We make love."

Emily smiles brightly, rolling her eyes. "Stop avoiding the question, Christian!"

"Emily! Stop. Rolling. Those. Gorgeous. Brown. Eyes. At. Me..." Christian pulls his undershirt off, revealing his muscular body and bandage over his chest wound "or else."

Temptation getting the best of her, Emily begins to slowly untie her knitted crop top. A mischievous smile appears on her lips. Christian quickly pulls his white pants down, leaving him just in his white briefs.

"Or what, Christian?" Emily says innocently despite the lust in her eyes.

Christian's breath gets heavy as he watches her slowly begin to undress for him. His heart begins to beat faster, his body thirst for a single touch. That one touch from Emily will set him free.