Emilia

18: Emilia

This chapter is mostly sex so read at your own will.

-Emilia-

I stared up at him in a state of shock as I replayed his words over and over again in my mind. He looked back down at me as he waited for me to say something and I opened my mouth but I was rendered speechless.

His eyes glossed over with a hurt expression as he stared down at me and the warmth of his hand quickly left my cheek as he pulled away from me. I don't know why I couldn't say anything. The words were right there in my mind but they just weren't coming out.

He placed his hands in the pockets of his slacks as he took in a deep breath before nodding his head lightly. I seen his jaw clench as he turned around and headed straight for my bedroom door. I tried to force my legs to move but my feet felt stuck to the floor. All I could do was stand there and watch as the door closed behind him after he exited the room.

"You idiot.." I whispered to myself after a while of me just standing there. I placed my hands on my face and let out a groan of frustration. My feet had walked me over towards my bed where I plopped down on top and laid there, staring at my white headboard.

A mass amount of guilt began to bubble within me as I thought back to the hurt expression on his face. As terrible as it sounds, a part of me was satisfied for not being the one who was hurt for once. But the other part of me hated myself for even thinking that way. I was too nice to even feel fully content about hurting anybody who has hurt me even worse than I did them.

Closing my eyes in frustration with myself, I began to think about him; as I thought about how he made me feel. Nobody has ever made me truly feel happy until I met him.

Furrowing my brows, a rush of adrenaline kicked over me as I pushed myself off of my bed. Realizing I hadn't put a shirt on yet since Vincent busted into my room like the swat team, I grabbed my shirt off of the floor and threw it over me.

I pulled my bedroom door open and the first place that I went to look was his office. I swiftly made my way over to his door and pushed it open to reveal nothing but a dimly lit room and an empty office chair.

Closing the door, I then decided that the only other place that he could have been was his bedroom. Moving down the hall, I turned the corner and grabbed onto the railing as I moved up the flight of stairs. I could feel my heartbeat racing with each step I took and finally, it slowed as I made it in front of his bedroom door.

Taking in a deep breath, I placed my hand on the door knob and pushed it wide open as I allowed my eyes to scan the somewhat illuminated room. The sound of water running from the sink littered my ear drums and I silently closed the bedroom door behind me so that I didn't alert him.

Moving further into the room, I could see his dress shirt sprawled out on the bathroom floor as if he were getting ready to take a shower. I decided to make myself at home as I sat down on the edge of his bed and waited for him to get finished doing whatever he was doing.

I laid back on his bed as I turned my gaze towards the bathroom. The sink turned off and I caught a glimpse of him drying his hands off with a towel before he placed them on his belt and began to take it off. I couldn't peel my eyes away from the sight as I watched how his muscles twitched with every movement he made.

"You do realize that it's rude to stare cucciola." He spoke out as he turned his head in my direction and I felt a small blush creep onto my cheeks.