Chapter Seventeen: This really shouldn't happen

Emma stormed out of the study, needing space to process the bombshell Jason had just dropped on her. As she entered her room, her phone rang. It was her best friend, Mira. 

She was so shocked to see Mira’s call. Had she arrived from Italy? 

She quickly picked up the call and pressed the phone to her ears. 

"Hey, Mira," Emma answered, trying to mask the tremble in her voice.

"Em, I just landed! I can't wait to see you. Where are you? Let's meet up!" Mira’s excited voice echoed through the line.

“Mira! OMG, why didn't you tell me you were coming back to New York??” Emma sounded so excited over the phone. 

“Surprise! Surprise! Where tf are you, bitchhh?” Mira replied. 

Emma tried to smile, but it came wryly. Though she had missed her friend so much, it's been three years since she left New York to go to school in Italy. She couldn't wait to see her too, but she just wasn't having it at the moment. 

"I... I'm at home. Something came up. Can we meet tomorrow instead?" Emma replied, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over.

"Is everything okay, Em? You sound off. Ain't you happy I'm back?” Sarah said, her tone filled with concern.

Emma took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. “Of course not, Mira. I am deeply happy to have you back.” 

“So, what's the problem? Talk to me.” 

“I'll fill you in tomorrow, I promise. Have a good rest tonight, Sarah. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Alright, take care, Em. I'll see you tomorrow. I love you," Sarah said before ending the call.

Emma sank into her bed, feeling a range of emotions and her mind racing with ideas about the shambles her marriage had become. She felt completely lost, exploited, and deceived.

Tears fell softly down her cheeks as she lay there in the dimly lit room. How could her life have changed so drastically? Being stuck in a fake marriage made her feel as if she were living in a nightmare.

Emma realized she couldn't go on in this manner. She had to figure out a way out, a method to take back her autonomy. 

Emma brushed away her tears and silently promised herself that she would no longer be a pawn in Jason's game. She did this with a steely resolve deep within. At whatever cost, she would battle for her freedom.

A knock came on her door.

“Who is it?” She asked, jerking herself up from the bed.

“It's Alice, ma'am,” the cook replied.

Emma walked towards the door to unlock it, wondering what the cook wanted at that time. “Is dinner ready already?” She asked.

“No, ma’am. The boss asked me to come and tell you he wants you to prepare dinner tonight,” Alice replied.

Emma wanted to respond but paused for a while.

She scoffed. “I don't understand; is this a joke?”

“Not at all, ma’am. I wouldn't dare to joke here. It's a message from the boss,” Alice replied.

Emma shifted her gaze from Alice towards the corridor, as if looking towards Jason. “Where is he?” She asked.

“In his room, ma’am,” Alice replied.

Without locking her door or responding to Alice, she headed towards Jason's room immediately, leaving Alice hanging. She got to his room with the huge, burgundy-colored door. It was closed.

She knocked on the door impatiently. How dare he ask her to prepare dinner?

Meanwhile, Jason was in his bathroom having his night bath with loud music on.

As the shower poured on him, his mind raced as it drifted back to Emma's words earlier. They shouldn't interfere in each other's lives anymore. Fine. He was going to start treating her like the nobody that she is. If she cannot be his wife, then she should at least serve a purpose in his house.

Though he felt a little remorse, he took her virginity, and at the same time, he didn't regret it. Her pussycat was so sweet and tight. He would like to have another taste of it. But that wouldn't be possible, right? He thought to himself, smiling sheepishly.

Recollecting the memories of that night made blood rush into the veins of his dick, causing an erection.

He quickly shoved it off, shifting his thoughts from what was in his head. He put off the shower and went into his room without a towel.

It was at that moment that Emma forced her way in when she turned the knob and found out the door wasn't locked.

Emma's heartbeat stopped when she stormed into the room to find Jason coming out of the shower completely naked and dripping on the tiles.

He had a well-defined body. Every muscle was sculpted out with exquisite detail. She was about to look downward towards his dick when she stopped herself.

She turned around and made to run out when she felt Jason's strong grip pulling her towards himself.

She could feel his wet skin against hers, even though she was in a dress. Her eyes were still wide open while he tried to control her breath.

Jason pulled her onto the bed, flipped her over, and got on top of her, still naked.

He traced her neck to her ears with his tongue, softly and slowly.

“Haven't I told you not to come into my room?” He whispered in her ears, resulting in Emma developing goosebumps.

Emma opened her eyes slowly, which she had initially closed when he pulled her to the bed.

Her gaze caught Jason's small pink lips just an inch away from her. She could feel his erected dick pressing against her pussybone.

She finally let out a breath. “I just wanted to...”

“Shhhhh,” Jason said, pressing his index finger against her lips.

He moved downward a little and pressed his lips against her neck, kissing it slowly.

He raised his head towards her, and their eyes met. It was the first time he had a very close view of her elegant blue eyes. They looked so pretty and sexy.

Emma knew she had to get a hold of herself. This shouldn't happen; it really shouldn't happen.

She was about to turn in the opposite direction when Jason stopped her. He went ahead to press his lips against hers as he kissed her gently.

Even though she didn't want to, Emma found herself kissing him back. The kiss was so passionate and deep, as if they had been longing to kiss each other for a long time.

While still kissing, Jason made sure to pull off Emma's top. He was already halfway there when her grip stopped him.

“Stop,” Emma murmured, holding his hands.