"You shameless slut, hurry now and apologize to Master Jayden," Rose screamed pushing Emily towards the door.
Why was she pushing her? Rose should be the shameless one not her. She was the one who had drugged her and taken her to a strange man the previous night.
"Let me go!" Emily protested.
"Go? No, you won't. Run along, go and apologize to Master Jayden. You will not ruin our chance. The wedding must be held tomorrow," Olivia joined in.
"Don't come in here anymore. Out!" Rose shouted pushing her roughly out of the door.
"You will remain there till you do what is right. And if you fail to do so, I will strangle you," Rose finished. She held her on her neck, strangling her. Emily struggled to breath. Rose shoved her roughly to the floor and banged the door on her face. Emily coughed and tried to regain her breath. It was a working day and she might be sacked if she skipped work. She was tired, cold and hungry. She raised her hand and knocked on the door.
"Open up, please," she cried. But no one came to her rescue.
Noah Harper sat down in his exquisite office. A frown greased his face. His thin lips were slightly pursed and his custom made black suit accentuated his tall and lean figure. He was tapping away on the keyboard of his laptop with his long and bony fingers when a knock came at the door.
"Come in," he said without raising his face. His secretary, James Sullivan walked in holding a tablet .
"Good morning sir," he greeted but got no response from Noah. Noah raised his head and his cold gaze flickered briefly towards James. The next moment, his eyes focused on his laptop, completely ignoring his secretary. James stood still, waiting for the permission to speak. After what seemed like eternity, he realized that Noah was not going to pay him any attention. It was a silent indication for him to get out. But it was an urgent matter, so he decided to risk it.
"President Harper," he called carefully to avoid offending his boss.
Noah stopped what he was doing. His cold gaze made James shiver.
"What is it?" Noah finally asked him.
"Sir, the press has some news about you," James said.
Noah starred at him. The press always had his news. Why was this one different? It will possibly be serious and urgent that was why James brought it to his notice. He stretched his slender hands to James saying,
"Let me see."
James came closer and handed him the tablet. Noah looked at the news and felt his blood boil. The news headline was catchy.
'The gay ceo of Blackwood Towers, Noah Harper in bed with a strange woman.'
It meant that his affair last night had come to light. Here was a photo captured by the press. He read further,
'The gay ceo of Blackwood Towers, Noah Harper was spotted last night having a pleasant time with an unknown woman. Following this…'
He didn't read any more. He banged his fists so hard on the table that the secretary staggered back in fear. The cup of coffee on the table flew up and crashed on the floor breaking into pieces.
"Find that slut. I am going to murder her," he instructed in anger.
His secretary bowed and left instantly.
"Ahhhhhh," Noah screamed throwing down everything on his table.
"That slut! She did this on purpose. I will deal with her," he muttered to himself. He was pacing to and fro in his office waiting impatiently for some information about that girl.
Ten minutes later, his secretary came in.
"I have found her sir," he announced.
Noah turned, his eyes were bloodshot. He looked like he was going to murder someone that instant.
"Who is she?"
James read from his tablet.
"Emily Grant.
Age:21
Address: Number 37 Avenue, Wale's Street."
"Get my car ready," Noah instructed.
"Yes sir," responded the secretary. He left to carry out the task.
Noah left his office. The driver was waiting for him in front of the building.
"Drive," he ordered irritably.
The driver was perplexed. He just said drive. Where was he supposed to drive to?
"Sir, where do I take you?" he asked cautiously.
Noah cast him a death glare.
"Get out," he ordered.
The driver obeyed immediately. Noah entered the car and drove off.
The car came to a halt at number 37 Avenue, Wales Street. He opened the door and stepped out. There, in front of the house was the young girl from last night. She sat like a kitten looking miserable and pitiful. But Noah was filled with rage and anger with no ounce of pity. He wished he could kill her right away for framing him last night. He walked to the door and gave the sleeping girl a rough kick. She jerked awake and stood up almost immediately. He studied her closely. The kiss marks and love bites from last night were visible on her neck. That disgusted him further.
Emily looked to see who it was. She thought it was her sister or mother. But, the shoes, they belonged to a man and they worth more than her family's networth. She looked up and saw his face. The man was tall and had exceptional facial features. He wore an office shirt unbuttoned to his clavicle. The aura of asceticism coming off him made her heart skip a beat.
"You slut. Why did you do it?" Noah asked sternly.
Do what? Emily was confused. She stared at him, confusion written all over her face.
"You want to act like you don't know what I am talking about, you idiot." Noah said again, advancing menacingly towards her. Emily moved a step back at every step he took.
"It was you last night, you disgusting harlot. What was your aim? To dent my image by seducing me and selling the news to the press?"
Emily's mouth fell open. She took out her phone quickly and went to the news page. She saw the headline and broke into a cold sweat. The views on the page was well above 3 million in just twenty minutes. Wait, she was involved in a scandal with the powerful ceo? It was over for her. She opened her mouth to explain that she knew nothing about this. But Noah pulled her roughly towards the car. He shoved her in and shut the door. He turned on the ignition and said two words,
"Marry me."