Chapter Ten:
(Edited by Danni-styles17. Thank you x)
Emberly's POV:
I knew something was off tonight, that's why I didn't wanted to go at all in the first place. How stupid of me to think nothing would happen tonight. From the moment he invited me I knew it. And yet I trusted him like a fool. I never ever felt so humiliated in my entire life. I agree I am not as rich as they were but that didn't mean they had to make me feel like trash.
'I had it coming.' I felt like laughing but ended up crying more.
I kicked an empty trash on the road furiously. I felt pathetic crying my eyes out for people like them. Ever since I left from there I kept thinking that why is god so kind to people like them? Why did he had to blessed them with so much money but didn't even bless them with a soul.
Am I that pathetic that they had to insult me?
Is my fault that I took this job to save my mom's life?
Or was it my fault to believe maybe he is different. I really thought maybe he is hiding himself from the others. Maybe he is not like how he seems. I cursed myself for falling for it.
My throat was hurting like hell. Boy, those were really hot and op top I had to be sensitive to spices. I vividly remember how he placed all the blame on me. How badly I wanted to ask him how is it my fault I can't speak Italian? Or when I was looking at the menu everyone kept on staring, waiting for me to be the reason for their amusement.
I admit I envied each and every one of them. They didn't have to go through half of things I went through. If I had money like them I wouldn't be so 'desperate' to work for him nor would I have an honour to meet them ever in my life.
A crash of thunder sent my heart pounding. Just great, can this night go any worse? I began to walk around faster, roaming empty streets not knowing where I am or where I need to go to get back to my house. I thought about calling Cherry and realised I don't even have a phone with me since he broke mine. Suddenly feeling scared and alone, I began to panic. The thundering was making me jump every two seconds. Just as I thought about the rain, it started drizzling; the smell of wet soil lingering as I hopelessly watched the storm progress aggressively.
I tried to look for a shed but failed miserably. I was about to cross the road when a black Lamborghini stopped right in front of me. I quickly jumped back on the curb and was about to give a piece of my mind to the reckless driver when I saw who it was.
There he was. The last person I ever wanted to see ever. He leaned forward from his seat and took a long look at me. He sighed deeply. He almost looked relieved.
Relief? Why would he be relieved?
"Emberly get in the car." Just like that he thinks he can order me.
I ignored him and continued to walk. He drove the car really slow matching my walking speed. He rolled down the window. How did he even find me? Was he looking for me? But why would he? And now he wants to offer a ride?
"Look let me explain, just get in the car." He sighed.
I ignore him and picked a faster pace. I was cold, tired of walking in these heels and lost but I was too hurt to listen to him justifying his actions. Not that it needs any justification.
"Emberly don't be stubborn. It's raining, you are wet... just get in the car please." He pleaded this time.
"Go away. Aren't you done insulting me?" I stopped and hissed at him.
"I told you to let me explain. Can you get in the car please?" His green eyes stared at me helplessly but I am not going to fall for that.
"Why would a low-life, like me, sit in your car? You should have thought about it before asking me." I gritted and said what he said to me earlier.
I heard him growl in frustration, before slamming his break harshly and stepping out of his car. But I kept walking in no direction. Tears were blurring my vision but I am glad he can't see this because of the rain. I broke down once and I will make sure it never happens ever again. He quickly stood in front of me as I watched him getting drenched. Before I could tell him to move he removed his black blazer jacket and pushed it my direction.
"At least wear this. Its not safe to be out like this at this time."
I just scoffed at him. A minute ago he insulted me in front of all his friends and now he cares about how I look or where I am. I so wanted to punch in his face. I shook my head and mocked a laugh at him. He narrowed his eyes but chose to ignore it.
"I am just going to walk away." I said it quickly walking away.
"You are not going to get in the car are you?" He sounded tired.
I ignored the dreadful feeling inside me telling me to go and accept the lift. But my pride was too hurt to accept it. I don't care if my dress is clinging to my body or how drenched I am. Or how I don't know where I am and I don't have any way to call anyone for a lift. The humiliation was still fresh on my mind. I just want to get away from him.
"No." I responded sternly and took long strides. "Is it really that hard?" I turned around and asked him from a distance.
"Excuse me?" He looked up confused.
"To apologise? Not that I am going to forgive you." I asked him bitterly.
He didn't reply me. He clenched his jaw tightly and closed his eyes briefly. When they opened, his eyes were pained. I bit my lower lip tightly to stop a sob escaping my lips. I waited for him to say anything but he didn't. I continued walking. Why would he apologise? He doesn't give a damn about my feelings. A part of me was telling me that he does care, otherwise why would he come and look for me. Probably feeling pity for me. I shut my mind with this answer. His car drove past me rashly as I saw his car disappearing at the end of the road. I got my answer.
As ironic it sounds but I think I am lost. I am back to square one. I am shivering in this cold weather and the area looked almost deserted with no sign of people living around. I heard an engine slowing down behind me but I refused to turn around and look at it.
"How much?" A masculine voice asked me in a low hush.
Shit.
I chose to ignore it. What if he tried something else? I don't even have my pepper spray with me and there wasn't even any houses around I could ask for help. I started to pick up the pace.
"I will pay you twice."
"Get lost." I managed to say between my clattering teeth.
"Okay I will pay you thrice." This sentence made me rile up. I turned around and the driver stopped the car immediately.
"Listen you desperate prick... just go away." I cut my sentence when I realised it was Arran's friend, Luke, who was grinning at me.
He leaned over the passenger side and opened the door. He gestured me to sit inside. I stared at him not knowing what to do. He is after all his friend that I barely know but looking at the situation I was in I couldn't decline either. There was no sign of any other transportation.
"Thank you but I will manage." I replied him politely.
He laughed at me loudly. What the hell? My deathly glare managed to stop him laughing.
"He is right. You are stubborn, even in this situation." He smiled at me softly and gestured me to get inside.
I thought about the consequences. What harm will he really cause me? My dad trained me in kickboxing and he told me all the soft spots where it would hurt the most. After debating with myself I gave up and sat down. I felt uncomfortable sitting in his car with my current appearance but he didn't seem to care. As soon as I closed the door he turn the car heating on blast and swiftly moved his car.
"What happened earlier..." He tried speaking but I stopped him immediately.
"Don't." I warned him harshly. "I don't need anyone's justification. Please do me a favour and not talk about him because if you are going to then I am getting off." I told him and looked outside the window.
I heard him sigh but he didn't utter a word. He asked for my address and I briefly told him where it was located.
"How did you even find me? And why did you come after me?" I asked him the question, which was bugging me the most. He looked over my side surprised at first but then gently smiled.
"What you think?" He questioned me instead.
Arran. He must have told him to get me home from the time when I refused to get in his car. How thoughtful, I added sarcastically.
"Why?" I whispered wondering myself. I doubt if he heard it.
"I thought I was not allowed to talk about him." His voice was giving away the playfulness.
I rolled my eyes and I bit a smile.
"Ha-ha, real funny." I added and he just chuckled.
We were again drowned into a comfortable silence.
"He isn't how he seems. He has been through a lot that's why he made himself like this." He replied, his eyes never leaving the road.
That's new to me. What possibly has happened to him to make him such a jerk?
"Like what?" I asked curiously.
"Its not my place to answer this. All I can say is that don't take whatever he says to your heart. Half of the time he doesn't even realise how harsh he is being but trust me when I say this, he doesn't intend to say it." He glanced at me briefly.
"How can you say it? He is your friend after all." I bit back.
"Friend or no friend I wouldn't be chasing you if he didn't care or regret what he said to you earlier." His tone was serious.
This made me shut up completely. I suddenly felt exhausted. All I wanted to do was curl up in my bed, sleep and never wake up. That's how tired I was. He is so confusing yet so infuriating at times I feel like every bone in my body snap. Yet sometimes he is so mysterious and thoughtful that it makes me blink twice to make sure I am not dreaming. Even after what Luke has told me I don't think I would care what happened or what made him this way after what he did to me. I'm not the reason why he is like this so I don't deserved to be his punching bag or a scapegoat. As we got closer to home, being the lady I am I offered him to come inside and I was stunned momentarily when he accepted it. I opened the door, only to be welcomed by Cherry's cheery voice.
"Awww my baby is finally home. Uhm what the hell happened to you?" She greeted me wildly and widened her eyes taking in my appearance, more over widening her eyes at Luke who was staring at her amusingly.
"I told you to get the number not to bring them home." She hissed in my ear and I had to grin at that.
"Cherry, Luke. Luke, Cherry." I quickly introduced them and gripped her arm firmly stopping her from saying something incoherent.
I went upstairs not caring how awkward it must be for them two. As I was about to enter my room I saw my reflection in one of the mirror and grimaced at myself. I look like shit. No kidding, I have panda eyes from all the crying and my hair was fuzzy. I have to give credit to Luke for not saying anything. I quickly took a shower and joined them. Surprisingly Luke and Cherry were getting along perfectly. After some time, Luke decided to go home.
"Isn't he just beautiful?" Cherry muttered dreamingly when he left and I just laughed.
She asked me about my night and I told her everything. We never hid anything from each other so why now? Let's say she didn't take it in a good way. It took me one hour to explain I am really fine and to make her get rid of the baseball she had in her hands.
As I rested on my bed, I couldn't help but think what Luke told me. He said he has been through a lot and I can tell by the way he would switch his moods on and off. But then again did I deserve being treated like this? All because of him and the worst thing is I can't bring myself to hate him. Not that I love him but I don't think its possible to hate someone.
I bet everyone was laughing at me. I don't blame them; I brought this upon myself. How can I be so stupid to order something without even knowing what it was? Why didn't I listen to them when they said are you sure for millions time. Okay, maybe twice but still I should have listen to my instincts. I was too busy watching PDA happening in front of my eyes and when she taunted me I felt like I had to order it. Stupid, stupid Emberly.
And that bastard. Okay it is possible to hate someone. I felt my eyes welling up again. I did everything he told me to do without any complaints and this is what I get. He called me a low-life in front of everyone. Especially that 'Miss. Perfect' that was affecting me so much that it was actually worrying me. I need help. I never felt so self-conscious before.
I know what I am going to do now. This contract will only last for 19 months so after that I will leave, heck, I will run away from that hell. This helped my nerves to calm down and managed to get few hours sleep.
The next day, surprisingly I received not even a single email from his side. I went to meet my mom who was doing stable. My dad kept on asking me if I as fine. Am I that obvious? After assuring him for a million times that I'm okay, he asked me if I went to university this week. Crap, I haven't told him I dropped out of university so I could transfer the money to pay her medical bills. As much I hated it I lied to him assured him everything is great. I can't tell him about the new job. He will go ballistic and this isn't good for his health. After bidding them both good bye I made my way home.
All the way from the hospital to my house, I was wondering if he emailed me. Rushing home, I opened my email only to be disappointed on seeing no new email sign. I started working on a letter he asked me to do on Friday. I was failing miserably typing a letter on Saturday night. Yeah, I want to cry even harder.
I swallowed the lump and was proof reading the letter when I heard the house phone ringing. Taking a big sigh I absently picked it up, only to be startled hearing Senior Raymond's voice.
"Emberly, I hope you are with my son right now."
Huh say what? Why would I be with him on Saturday? I'm his assistant not a full-time servant.
"What? Its Saturday sir." I manage to control the unbelief in my tone.
"So you are not? What part of contract do you not understand? When I meant working for my son I meant for 24/7. I want you to be where he is, no matter what time. Your job is to keep him away from the scandals and keep him focused on his work. If you can't do it just tell me, I will hire someone and don't forget the consequences you will be facing from breaching the contract.
And he cut the phone before I could say anything.
Junior Raymond = jerk.
Senior Raymond= jerky jerk.
I quickly dressed in one of the best dresses I own and threw a black leader jacket over it. Not bothering with make-up or hair I just let my wavy hair open. I'm going to look like I just woke up anyway so why put so much effort? I grabbed the house keys and the car keys quickly. I was midway wearing my ankle heels when I realised I have no clue where he might be.
I thought about calling him when I realised I don't even have his number. Heck, I don't even have my phone. Not knowing what to do I did what I normally do, panic. I quickly dialled Cherry's number from home telephone and waited for her to pick the phone up. After a few rings I was about to leave a voice mail when she picked it up.
"Sup bitch." She said casually.
Ladies and gentlemen, meet my best friend.
"Cherry you need to help me, do you have any idea where my boss might be?" I hoped she knew where he was otherwise she will be asking people for me.
"Arran? That hot but total jerk to you douche?"
"Yeah." I almost shrieked.
"Duhhh! All the hot and rich bastards like him go to J6 on Saturday. Very famous club, available for exclusive only... You will never be able to get it." She sighed deeply.
I quickly cut the phone and made my way to my car. Quickly adding the address of the club on the navigation I followed the directions. Once when I got there I groaned loudly finding the whole car park full. After roaming around I found an empty street opposite side of the club so I parked on a curb and locked the door securely. Last thing I was is my car getting stolen or my driving license taken away. Getting off the car I shoved the keys inside my pockets and made my way to the club. The soft thudding of the bass could be heard from where I was. Walking faster I was near the club and I held my breath when I saw a really long queue. Like really long. There were 5-6 bouncers by the entrance and they had their arms spread around to stop anyone getting inside. I gulped loudly when I realised I'm never getting inside. However, I saw few people just cutting the queue and walking inside without having anyone stopping them. Of course, followed by the girls shrieking.
I bit my lip thinking about the two available options I had. I can wait in the line or pretend to be some celebrity and barge in. Not that I look like a celebrity but still chose the second option. I shoved my hands inside the pockets and acted like I owned this place. I ignored the cries of protest from the line. I almost screamed in happiness when I almost went inside, almost. Someone yanked me from behind and I stumbled. The bouncer glared at me and I would be lying if I say I wasn't intimidated. He stood 6'7" tall with muscular body against my 5.8".
"Where do you think you are going?" He questioned me.
"I need to get inside, it's urgent. I know Arran Raymond." I decided to tell him the truth.
"Yeah right." Snorted a girl behind me.
I closed my eyes briefly and thought about this situation. They will not believe me if I only say I know him. I need a better excuse.
"I am Arran's girlfriend." I blurted.
The bouncer almost laughed at me.
"Sure and I am Madonna's husband."
I was about to retort back when I saw one of Arran's friends who I met last night. What's her name? What's her name? Oh yeah Stacy.
"Stacy, Stacy." I screamed for her attention.
The bouncer narrowed his eyes at me but I didn't care. I kept calling her name like a lunatic until she noticed me. She grinned and waved at me.
"Oh hi Emberly. Jack she is with me. Lets go inside." She took my hand and led me inside.
As we passed I noticed the lustful gaze Stacy was getting and she was complete oblivious to it. No doubt she was beautiful but her personality shines, even with her infamous jokes. It makes her very likeable. She casually walked inside and met few people passing by.
The club itself was divided in three parts, the dance floor, VIP sections and a bar in a corner. There were multi-coloured flashing lights on the dance floor, but they were not bright enough to reach beyond that. It's very crowded tonight.
Stacy on the other hand was searching for someone. Her eyes twinkled when she saw Luke. I couldn't help but smile. I could see how much she wanted to go with him but she was stopping herself because of me. I nudge and slightly pushed her his direction. She turned around and asked for my approval. I winked at her. Plus I came here for my own reasons.
As I make my way to the bar, away from the dancing sweaty bodies pressing and rubbing up against me. I cringed as I felt their eyes on me as I pass. I always feel a little out of place at places like these. I sat on an empty barstool in the corner and roamed my eyes around the room to find him.
There he was clinging to some girl like he was Sahara desert and she was the only source of water. The memories of previous mind flash on my mind and I couldn't help but feel rage taking over me. It isn't the right place to think about all this. I mentally stated.
Although, I noticed he looked different tonight. Almost his age and I guess I can say he was looking carefree tonight. Even in dark jeans and no doubt branded white T-shirt he manages to look smart and sexy.
Okay what the hell.
Someone needs to tell them to get a room. I saw few curious looks at his side and some girls trying to take a picture of them and decided to step in. Walking over the dance floor I thought of the ways to approach him.
"Arran we need to get you home." I poked his arm to get his attention.
After what he did to me I had no intentions to talk to him or even touch him.
"Emberly, is that you?" He stopped and took a closer look.
Great, just what I needed. A drunk Arran! I couldn't handle sober Arran and now I have to deal with this.
I scrunched my nose as his minty breath hit my senses. The girl with him gave me an annoyed look before walking off. That was easy.
"Yes it is. Now lets go home." I told him. Few people from crowd were watching us intently. The atmosphere around me was making me very uncomfortable.
"I don't want to." He whined, turning around looking for his companion.
"Oh, come on." I was beyond frustrated now.
"Not before you dance with me." Even though he was drunk but I could see the glint in his eyes.
"What the hell! I'm not dancing with you. Now please let's get you home yeah?" I grabbed him by his arm only to be shrugged off.
"Then I'm not going. Now where is that cute girl?" He searched around the room.
"You little piece of..." I inhaled deeply. Think logically. "Just one dance and I swear if you don't go I will drag you."
He smirked and pushed me closer to his body. I ended up crashing on his chest and scowled at him. He slipped his hands down to my waist and yanked me even further. I yelped and placed a hand on his chest to maintain at least some distance. My body froze when his hand lowered from the waist to the curve of my hips.
"Relax" He lowered his head to whisper in my ear, his voice sending fuzzy feeling inside my body.
"What... are... y... you doing?" I managed to stutter and tried to push him away.
"Dancing." He smirked and pulled me closer.
He picked up the rhythm and slowly moved his body against mine. I was fully aware how dangerously close we were. Subconsciously, I placed my hands on his broad shoulder. As weird as it sound I could feel the warmth of his body on my fingertips and also felt him stiffened.
Even in dark dance floor I could feel his eyes boring on my face. I repeated the mistake that I committed on the first day by looking at his eyes again. The amount of desire in his eyes overwhelmed me. He slowly inched his face closer to mind and my heart went in hyperventilating mode.
Not breaking the eye contact he held my neck in one of his hand and inched me closer so we were just few centimetres away from each other. My grip on his shoulder tightened as his warm breath was fanning my face and I fought an urge to flutter my eyes shut.
Just when he was about to close the remaining distance, the DJ's loud voice on the speakers wakened me and made me realise what I was about to do. I wriggled under his hold and gladly he let go off me. I took few deep breaths to calm my fast beatings.
Keep it professional!
"Shall we?" I was surprised by the sternness in his tone and merely nodded.
Before going he took 'few' more drinks and now he was stumbling. I ran my hand in my hair and frustrated sighed. Swinging one hand on his waist and another around his back, I allowed him to lean on me. I would be lying if I say it didn't feel like I was carrying a potato sack. With great difficulty I managed to get inside my car and fasten his seatbelt.
Just when I thought 'finally' I realised I have no clue where he lives. So the genius person I am, I asked him and believed he was giving me the right direction.
"Go left... no go right... no wait... just go anywhere." He slurred and laughed as if he told me the funniest joke ever.
"We are going round and round for few hours now." I muttered.
"Is it even legal to drive this shit?" He asked me, drumming his finger and the dashboard.
How badly I wanted to smack his face right now. What did I ever do to deserve someone like him?
"Arran can I see your driving license?" I asked my voice coated in sickly sweetness.
Maybe this way I can see the address of his house.
"No." He replied bluntly.
Controlling the building rage inside me I tried once more
"You know what, I don't even think you have one."
"And who are you to tell me all this?"
Oh that's it.
"You little piece of..." I was about to him a piece of my mind but then I remember he still is my boss and if he remembers me swearing at him I can be in serious trouble. By this point I was beyond frustrated. All I want to so was cry and strangle him.
"Please Arran it's 2 am in the morning and I'm tired of driving." I pleaded him.
I heard shuffling on his side and few second later he waved the driving license in my face. I quickly grabbed it and added the address in the navigation.
Great. It's the other side of the city. I got my car on the motorway and followed the signs.
As we reached the street I couldn't help but notice how big the houses were, even in the dark. I stopped in front of what is supposed to be his house and waited for the gates to open.
I looked at his side when it didn't. He muttered something under his breath and handed me another card. I realised what it was and neared the car toward the gate and swipe the card in a small-attached box. The gates made a sound before opening.
I carefully drove around and stopped near the doors. I helped him get off from his seat and again let him lean over me. Swiping the card again the door opened. As soon as I enter I forgot to take a breath. I knew he was rich but bloody hell I wasn't expecting this much of a lavish lifestyle. Everything in this house was so elegant, classy and screaming money.
My feet involuntarily moved with his. He led me inside his room and shut the door. If you thought his living room was cool wait till you see his bedroom. At the middle there was the biggest size bed I've ever seen in my entire life. Adorn with black and grey sheets and cushions. There were few black leather couches on the right. Across the room I saw the biggest bookshelf ever. Tons of books and CD's covered the wall. On the left was what I assumed his walk in wardrobe and there was large plasma on the wall along with a gamer system.
The room theme was black and grey which reminded me how he is. Dark and mysterious. One thing I also noticed there were pictures everywhere. In fact the table between the couches was filled with pictures.
I'm sure my eyes were too wide than normal. But it widened even more when I saw him literally stripping. He took his shoes off alongside with his socks. Then he took his white tee off and my eyes lingered on his perfectly toned body. Then he emptied his pockets, taking his phone and pretty loaded wallet out. I had to turn around when his hand reached to unzip his jeans.
"What are you doing?" I shrieked, turning around and covering my eyes.
"You can take the couch." He replied, only wearing his boxers, before lying down and switching the lights off.
"Of course." I muttered dryly.
Or I could just go. I saw the time on the alarm clock and it read 4 am. Too tired to drive I took the heels and jacket off and made myself comfortable at the couch, which by the way was very comfortable. The tiredness was drowning me into sleep. The exhaustion had completely worn me out completely. For a minute I felt like I was at my own house. I heard shuffling and assuming it was Cherry and I ignored it. She tends to come in late. I felt a soft blanket on top of me and I snug closer to it.
"Love you." I muttered in my sleep.
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Dedicated to deception16 :)