Getting Real Emma Chase Romane & Geschichten

he said. “Who is it from?” Emma asked. “It’s from Mr. Mike Williams.” The delivery guy replied. “Please sign here.” Emma took the pen and signed “Thank you, have a good day.” Emma said. She eagerly unwrapped the package, revealing a beautiful red dress and a shoe. On top of it was another note, telling her a car would be there to pick her up in the evening. The note added “My first gift to you as my wife. Look beautiful, I have a surprise for you.”

“Daisy is your child, Richard. She is Daisy Giodano.” Reality is what hits me in the face as I begin to pant heavily. Not relief. Not surprise. Just the reality.

I heard her laughing with someone beside us and took that time to carefully look at her. She was wearing a gold, backless sequined gown which made her face and body pop. I could see some of the men ogling and drooling at her and it was nice to see that her life wasn't as boring and rigid as I'd always imagined. “Brent, this is Damon, my high school best friend.” She said, nudging my point whilst pointing out to a familiar figure. “Wait, Mr Damon of the Beatles Empire is your childhood friend?” I asked her, taking in the presence of one of the biggest car manufacturers in New York. The man smiled, revealing a perfect set of teeth. Evelyn laughed like it was nothing.

,I smile at her. "Whiskey neat",I order and focus back on Emma or her stage name Em. She is beautiful I think as she dances around and dipping low letting some men to slip hundreds in her g string. I sip my Whiskey while Jack watches her dance and I can tell he misses his mate Sarah. We lost her to a rogue attack a few years ago and he hasn't chosen another. I haven't found my mate yet and I seriously doubt I will any time soon. For now I'm going to enjoy myself by fucking whoever I want. Emma moves closer and I get a whiff of vanilla and chocolate making me sit up. What the fuck?

Jason’s POV That thing that I said about feeling like a high schooler, well it was back and I was nervous. Just yesterday, we had just had awesome sex so what was the point of my dumb awkwardness. Just like Jean had reminded me that evening, I was a billionaire and should not be scared of meeting the love of my…. “Wow,” I muttered as the door finally opened and Emma stood on the other side looking like sin. She favored a king black dress with a deep neckline and her green eyes shimmered as it struggled to be as defined as the silver that adorned her sleeves and neck.

What the fuck have I done? I had to talk to her. I owed her an apology, at the very least. And I had to force myself to confront the uncomfortable truth: what the hell was really going on between us? Was I actually starting to feel something for her, or was I just haunted by Akisha's memories? a poor replacement for Akisha?. Klarrise POV Samantha burst into my apartment looking like a goddamn train wreck. Her mascara was smeared, her eyes were puffy, and she was practically shaking. One look at her tear-streaked face and I knew something major had gone down.

“I like knowing I can do that to you. Because you do it to me too. When you look at me like I’m the only thing worth seeing in the room… it makes me forget whatever else I’m supposed to be doing.” We stood there a moment longer, her hand still on my chest, mine curled around her wrist. The chemistry between us wasn’t loud or flashy it was this: small touches, honest words, the way our eyes held and said everything we weren’t rushing to name yet. It felt solid. Real. Like the ground under our feet. “Come on,” I said finally, reluctant to break the moment but knowing the cold was biting. “Let’s get out of here before we freeze. I’ll call Dessa tonight and tell her she’s got the job.”

"Alexander. I've known you for twelve years. I'm asking how you are." "I'm fine. I'll be in the office by eight." I ended the call. Emma appeared in the kitchen at six forty-five, hair pulled back, wearing jeans and a simple top, looking nothing like the woman tabloids were currently describing as a calculated gold digger. She looked like someone who hadn't slept enough and was trying not to show it. She poured coffee without speaking. I appreciated that. "Sterling released a photo," I said. "Nothing damaging yet. David thinks he's bluffing."

"No Ryan. You never did." Chloe got out of the car. She was recording everything with her phone. "Mom... What is happening?" Elara looked at her daughter calmly. "For eight years you both thought I was a woman who couldn't cook steak." She stepped closer. "I am the founder and CEO of Hamilton Global."