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Episode 38: We Finally Meet
The day has been very eventful for the production team and cast of the upcoming Metflix series to say the least. First, the main camera guy had gotten a severe reaction to peanuts from a dessert at lunch and was hospitalized. Following that, Adrianna had claimed to have a case of chronic diarrhea then fled the scene accordingly and last but not least, Taylor wasn't available to film his remaining scenes with Emily so that they wouldn't waste the set which was already paid for. That would've lessened the burden of having done nothing all day long. But we can't all have what we want.
Everything was a big mess.
The actress was in a sour mood as she packed to leave for the day. As she emerged from the trailer after changing into causal clothes, the blinding sunlight only acted as an upsetting reminder that it was still so early yet she was already heading back home.
Not wanting to spend the day alone in that huge place, the frustrated woman texted Nicholas and asked if she could possibly see him.
He was quick to reply.
As always.
Something Emily wasn't used to.
Everytime it happened, she internally did a celebratory dance.
Now?
Her fingers were moving fast over the characters on the phone's screen.
Talia watched her warily from the rearview mirror, not in the least bit oblivious to her client's rage brought by today's misfortunes.
Yes...
The hesitation in sending that was present, so Emily added a few more articles in case there was the possibility of being rejected.
That is, if you have the time to cater to me. I know how busy your days can be.
With one hand in her mouth, teeth nervously biting down on the fingernails, she awaited his response.
A ping came almost instantly and she felt her heart race at the contents of the text message.
I'll always have time for you.
Air was robbed from her lungs as she imagined Nicholas saying such words to her in reality. With his brilliant eyes and exquisite mouth that never failed to excite her. She thought about how he had put it to work a few days ago and couldn't help but blush.
Albeit, after their passionate relief between both of them, the man had been avoiding her like he was the virgin in this relationship.
He had reduced the skinship between them. No longer kissing her on the mouth, but on the cheeks. He gave her side hugs instead of full ones- the man didn't even indulge in hand holding for too long!
It was getting on her last nerves to see him react like this to their burst of pleasure that day.
She didn't ponder on his hesitancy too much though. Those beautiful brown eyes of his already told her all that there was to know of his desire towards her. And oh boy, was it very much still intact. Maybe it had even worsened with the intense eyes she had caught him giving her through the mirror when he had accidentally walked in on her getting changed once.
It had taken every will for her not to jump his bones right then and there, telling him to pick up from where he had left off.
Those lustful thoughts which swam through her mind were washed away at another notification from the phone.
It was still Nicholas.
I'll have David waiting for you at the back entrance from last time.
"Talia," The ebony woman looked up in cue. "Please take me to Nicholas' office."
With no need to ask more, her manager had spun the car around to get Emily to the only person that could brighten up her day.
Why she hadn't thought of him as a remedy earlier herself, she had no clue.
Emily arrived at the massive building with stories that would take a while to count - and with a focused eyesight at that - in less than fifteen minutes. It had no more than ten stories. As promised, Nicholas had his secretary stationed outside waiting for her arrival. David gave a brief scan of the unpopulated area before offering his boss lady a polite smile.
"It's good to see you as always, Mrs. King."
This time she didn't blush outright at the title, but it still had her a little flushed. Enough to feel the need to pause and catch her breath for a second. Then she smiled back at him, not letting her mood ruining their interaction.
"Right back at you David. I take it my visit comes as a surprise to you...and him?" She referred to his superior confidentially as he opened the door for her to enter.
His reply before darkness engulfed her made her grin like a fool.
"Yes, indeed it was. However, it does seem to have affected his mood in a rather positive light."
The flight of stairs up to Nicholas' office was tiring as it was the first time doing this. But Emily would do anything to catch a glimpse of his face today after the stress she's been under for the past few days and his resistance to touch her didn't make matters any better.
By the time the two of them had made it to the empty hallway to his office, she was panting like a dehydrated monkey.
Her eyes narrowed at David's lips which had been twitching in amusement at her lack of stamina. Nicholas had pointed it out before, but seeing someone else witness it was another level of embarrassment.
"Do you find something particularly amusing to you, David?"
The male secretary shook his head but the stifled laughter that left him exposed the truth.
"You're laughing at me!"
His eyes widened at the annoyance in her tone. He hadn't meant to offend her in any way, but the image of her looking beat over a few stairs was comical to a man as fit as he was. He wanted to explain himself but she had already stormed off in a fit of rage, huffing at his lack of response.
Emily didn't bother to knock as Nicholas would be expecting her, but maybe she should've when the last thing she thought she'd see greeted her.
The man she trusted, confided in, believed to have any ounce of genuine affections for her had his tongue stuck down the throat of a random bitch.
The anger that travelled through Emily literally had her shaking.
She didn't know what to make of the disgusting sight before her.
A million thoughts ran through her head, displaying different scenarios of how this would play out.
The betrayal she felt ate at her chest like a rabid beast. It was vicious. She felt her eyes prick with tears which began to cloud her vision.
The images of laying vulnerable on the bed in her apartment as Jake and Stella had their way with each other resurfaced and she felt the need to dispose of her stomach's contents.
Just as she was about to turn for the door, not wanting to experience any more of this heartache, she saw Nicholas rip the woman away from him. The disgust was clear on his face as he wiped at his mouth ferociously, as if it could remove the feeling of her lips.
"What the fuck?!" He growled out, obviously pissed as hell.
The moisture in Emily's eyes cleared instantly as she witnessed the scene before her. The woman with bleached hair tried to put her claws on him again, but he effectively dodged her.
"Don't fucking touch me!" He spat at her.
Something came back to life within Emily's chest as she saw just how revolted Nicholas had been by their intimate contact. She would've been blind if it wasn't obvious who wanted who here.
Still not noticing the presence of another, the woman pleaded.
"Nicholas, we can talk about it. I know you're still very angry about me leaving you back then, but I know you can't hate me forever. No, you can't. You love me too much-"
"Loved you," His use of past tense seemed to slice through her like the blade of a knife. "I loved you back then. When I was a naive poor kid who thought that emotion alone guaranteed your loyalty to me because I'd always shower you with it. But you'd rather be showered with different things; attention, money, another man's come-"
Her eyes widened in despair at the crude direction of his words.
Maybe if she hadn't stuck her tongue down her man's throat, then Emily would've have been willing to get her out of such a disgraceful situation. But she had. And now the woman was enjoying every moment of her humiliation.
It didn't take long for her to figure out that she must've been that diabolical Molly from his college days. The one that had cheated on him and left him because of his lack of wealth.
"Don't fucking give me that look. I already told you that I'd be not so kind in my regards to you if you kept this up, but obviously you don't seem to care as you've barged into my damn office and forced yourself on me."
"You liked it!" She shouted with venomous eyes, as if her anger could have some kind of compulsion over him to agree with her.
Maybe it had been the case in the past, but now it was far from that.
Nicholas stalked up to her with a murderous gaze and for a second Emily froze.
His eyes held Molly's with the scariest glint she had ever seen from him.
Usually, Nicholas would always look at Emily in ways that made her happy or excited. But this look on him, made her fear for the woman's life and hers.
Of course, Emily knew Nicholas would never resort to physical violence against a woman, but he looked damn close to strangling the hell out of her. And not in the way she had anticipated when she showed up into his office wearing that skanky ass dress.
"I'd never stoop so low as to gain pleasure from the likes of you. Even the feeling of your lips against mine made me want to vomit- maybe I should've so you'd know the extent of my revulsion." Her eyes widened as she looked genuinely hurt by his words this time around.
"Get it inside that pea sized brain of yours. The two of us are over. We're history. One that you've made me constantly want to erase from my memory with your sickening advances. I don't desire you because I already have a woman that I love-"
Emily's heart rate spiked up at his admission.
Could it be...no, there's no way! She thought partially excited and scared.
"And even if I didn't have anyone I already gave my heart to, you'd be the last person on earth I'd consider. That being the case, I'd rather deal with blue balls for the rest of my life, stroke my dick sore until I get off on anything...except you."
Tears were running down her cheeks and Emily feared for her false eyelashes.
"I'll make you mine again, Nicholas. Just like you were back then."
Those specific words struck a chord within the brunette as she maneuvered across the room.
"No. Chance. In. Hell."
Two pairs of eyes snapped to the side in shock at a new addition to this drama. The bleached haired bitch eyed her with curiosity but also hidden animosity. Nicholas looked like he had finally found a chance at getting some fresh air, however he visibly tensed as the thought of how much his little wife had heard before she spoke up. He was so caught up in his feud with Molly that he had missed her standing there. Shame on him.
"Good. You're here."
Before getting the opportunity to say anything else, Nicholas wrapped his arm around Emily's wrist and tugged her towards him. Molly watched the exchange with fire burning in her eyes.
"This is my wife, Emily."
The mentioned woman looked back at Nicholas as if he had lost a few screws. She knew she agreed about their exclusivity, but she hadn't meant so soon! And not in front of his psycho ex!
"Em, this is a crazy bitch from my past who thinks, somehow, that she can get back together with me."
Molly flinched.
Emily felt Nicholas' beloved hands stroke her hair as he nestled his face on top of her head. "Why don't you enlighten her about the possibility of that happening?"
He knew just how to rile a woman up.
After getting a front row seat at her possessive side which came out because of her daring cousins, Nicholas hadn't failed to make mentions of it. But this time he was giving her permission to go all out on an actual threat. Somebody whom she hadn't liked a bone in after hearing about their past, more so after seeing her in person.
The woman reeked of fakeness.
From her plastic nails, to her oversized boobs and the eyelashes on her face - she was the definition of Barbie gone wrong.
Her plastic surgeon needed prison time for the disaster he had roaming the streets.
Even though she was taller than Emily, the woman took a confident step towards her out of Nicholas' tight embrace and looked up stonily.
"It's next to none. Your chance that is."
Molly's confidence faltered at the surprise guest. She hadn't expected Nicholas was telling the truth when he said he had moved on fully after all these years of having only bed warmers by his side. Not to mention that this little tramp was his supposed wife.
Did he really get married? And to someone that wasn't me? She thought, appalled.
Emily loved the broken expression on her face.
"That's right. He's mine. And only mine. You may think you have a hold on him because of your past, but that's not enough anymore. He's over you. Been. So instead of trying to steal other people's man, why don't you run along to the so-called doctor who thoroughly fucked up your face?" She raised an eyebrow pointedly at the bitch who had the audacity to have a stare off with her. When she saw just how willing Emily was to take things to the physical level, Molly cut her gaze with a huff before leaving, slamming the door behind her.
"Thank God-"
Emily slammed her lips against Nicholas' before anything else could leave him.
He moaned against her mouth, his hands far more responsive than he was to a certain person a minute ago.
"Fuck," she groaned out in annoyance, "You taste like her."
Nicholas could taste the small remnants of her cheap lipstick, but the natural flavour of Emily was far too overwhelming to stop.
"Mmm..." He hummed a noncommittal sound. "And you taste exquisite."
His hands moved between her legs as he backed her up against the nearby table. "May I have the full course?"
Her cheeks radiated red.
"I thought you didn't want to touch me."
She released a gasp at the feeling of his lips flicking across the length of her neck.
His dark eyes lowered to address her with a tempting trace of his tongue across his bottom lip. The woman watched the act while her stomach clenched in reaction. It was hard for her to not moan at the mere visuals of him.
"What makes you think that?"
"I-" She jumped as his finger pressed against the front of her underwear's material. "After what happened earlier this week, you've been avoiding me like you'd never touch me again."
His eyes twinkled at the whine in her voice.
"Do you want me to touch you?"
Her eyes were fierce. "Yes."
Emily's eyes almost rolled back in her head when he suddenly cupped her completely. She jerked at the sensation of his hand down there as his lascivious gaze held hers with unwavering confidence.
Her lips were moving before she could comprehend it. "I'm ready."
His eyebrows lifted slowly.
Boldly, she placed her hands against the expanse of his expensive suit as her eyes darkened. "I want you."
Nicholas closed his eyes for a split second before reopening them - a raging fire burning within them.
"I'm not going to fuck you on my office table." He said while removing his hand from there.
The man's hand tightened around her thigh when she had the nerve to fucking pout.
Given her lack of experience, there were a few things he didn't quite expect. However, he was always on the verge of combustion from her good instincts when it came to things like these.
"I want your first time to be some place more comfortable, in a bed, as I make love to you, not fuck you raw which will also happen in due time." He whispered as his fingers caressed the side of her face gently.
She felt her stomach clenched as the vulgar thoughts of the two of them, rolling between the sheets, breathless and chasing the sun.
He had said 'make love' with a particular stress to his words. Even made sure to emphasize the difference between the two. Did that mean he had those kind of feelings for her too? No, he couldn't possibly.
Nicholas saw it - that impatient look on her face - and any other doubts he had about her not wanting to take that step as yet obliterated instantly. Oh, she wanted him yes. And in more ways than one.
"That time will come, darling. And soon." He kissed the side of her mouth and set her onto her two feet.
She thought that would be the end of it, but the man latched his arm around her small waist and pulled her into his lap as he took a seat in his chair.
Her lips made an 'O' at the budge beneath her ass and like a mind-reader, he said, "Feel that? I'm about to fucking explode. So don't think for a moment that I don't want you that way."
Emily was basically panting at the sensation of his breath fanning her neck.
"I'd love to show you how much you affect me, but we must discuss what you saw earlier."
The mention of Molly made her skin boil once more.
He continued regardless of her sudden uncomfortable shifting. "I didn't anticipate any more visits from her after so bluntly chasing her away the last time. I thought that was it. When I think about it, maybe I had been too considerate back then-"
"I thought you said you told her you'd be placing a fucking restraining order on her?"
"Yes, way too considerate."
She couldn't stifle her laughter at his seriousness.
"Anyway, I'm sorry you had to come here just to see something like that. I know it must not have been pleasant."
"It wasn't," she admitted easily, "Would you have told me...if I hadn't witnessed it?"
He watched her carefully from behind even though he couldn't see her face. "Would you have liked to know?"
"Yes."
"I figured as much," he chuckled while running a hand through her shoulder length hair. The brown of it was slowly being replaced by a light blonde for her series. He wondered how she would look fully blonde. Probably hot as fuck.
"I would want to know if your ex pulled something similar to what Molly had, so yes, I wouldn't delay telling you the truth."
"Thank you."
"Your jealousy never ceases to amaze me," he teasingly brought up and she groaned, wanting to get out of his arms as soon as possible. He wouldn't budge though as she tried to remove herself from him. "Were you like that with him as well?"
By the disgust in his voice, she knew he was speaking about Jake.
"No." Emily said simply.
Pleased yet curious, Nicholas prodded. "So why do you react so severely to other women's advances towards me? Don't get me wrong, it's a major turn on, but it's like you can't even stand in when I'm talked about in scenarios with others."
"I don't like it," she answered lowly, "The thought of someone stealing you away. I've been there, done that, and it wasn't a nice experience-"
His eyes softened. "Emily-"
"No, it's
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