Chapter 54

His world. Which consisted solely and purely of luxury, richness, prosperity and wealth. He interacted with people I heard names of or had seen them on my television which was outdated compared to his shining LEDs a long time ago.

　　He ate food comprising of various delicacies and best culinary around the world where I could get happy only by watching videos of them on my phone. His world was like a fairy tale every girl dreams to live in and when the lucky girl like me had gotten a chance to delve into it, I couldn't help but feel the urge to run away.

　　Run away fast and hard. From him and everything that had to do with him in my life!

　　Sometimes I also felt I never should've met him. Then, I would've married happily to some guy who maybe would've loved me like a woman. Like his woman!

　　Pulling out my mind of some logical stuff for the first time, I concentrated on my driving if I really wanted to live through this day alive.

　　Parking the car safely and without causing an accident of others or myself, I reached the office of Jones multinational by standing in the lift for ten minutes, because it was on the fifty-first floor and I almost cursed the generations of that cruel grasshopper lady who dared to stop me from going to meet my Edward.

　　"I am sorry, ma’am but our sir is not ready to take any visitors for now!"

　　Our sir? Visitors?

　　Who the hell does she think she is?

　　I looked at her name tag. Hah!

　　"Miss Vermicelli, I'm not just any visitor if you must know-"

　　"It's Miss Vermion to you, Ma’am!" she added bitterly, calling me 'ma’am' as if she would choke me by my throat!

　　In normal circumstances, I would have run like a horse laughing hysterically for confusing her name with some noddles but still, humour needs timing and I didn't have time!

　　"Call your dear sir to tell him I'm here!" I barked, spreading my arms to point at myself proudly to remind her I am much worthy than her noodle-like name!

　　I really didn't want to use my name on her. I never liked showing off or making people stagger away from me just because I had the richest surname attached to my poor name!

　　The lady stared at me for some time before picking up her telephone and shouted "Security! Mad alert! Now!"

　　Woah! What?!

　　Frantically, I ran to her side, kicking the phone from her ears, which fell on the wooden polished floor with a loud crash before throwing my purse on the nearby sofa to pick all of that phone parts again and dusting it with my fingers.

　　"Here. Miss Vermicel-Vermion. Your phone." I slid her the half dangling modern piece of telephone to her side, and she flinched to the corner, cowering away in fear.

　　She trailed her hand down to the nearby desk, below my eye level, thinking I wouldn't be able to see her hands dialling another phone seated on it.

　　I tapped the cabin in annoyance.

　　"I wouldn't do that if I were you, miss!"

　　She stopped, her eyes showing surprise disguised with fear and shock.

　　I raised my hand in defence. "I'm not some terrorist so unless you have this certain urge to have your own personal phone split into two parts, I would advise you to let me in for God's sake! Let me in! I beg you. Let me in. Please!" I banged on her counter, loudly with my legs.

　　She dialled another company's phone again, looking at my banging legs all this time. "Sir, there is some mad lady asking... rather ungracefully to request your presence! Yes, sir! Sir? Yes. I tried telling her that you're not ready to receive just anyone.” she glared at me before continuing "Yes, sir? Her name? Well-" she lowers the phone, "What's your name?"

　　"Emily Willows," I offered quickly only to hear the complete damn silence from the other side of the phone when she told him my name.

　　"Well, Sir? Are you there?"

　　No, he had suddenly started to run a marathon in the Himalayas, you idiot!

　　Grabbing the phone from her ears rather roughly, I shoved it over my ears.

　　"Edward! You're not gonna run away from me forever, you know better than that! Get your fucking ass home right now otherwise, I'm gonna burn your future with my own hands! You listen, you excuse of a man, I'm meeting you anyhow!"

　　Besides the fact that he was very much a man without being an excuse of it, I think I spoke better for his own good!

　　I waited for him to reply. That did come too fast.

　　But not in words.

　　Silence.

　　Well, I knew all types of silence!

　　I tapped my foot on the floor to stay patient.

　　Interesting silence.

　　I tapped my fingers on the cabin.

　　Planning silence.

　　I gritted my teeth soundly maybe to scare him on the phone.

　　Frustrating silence.

　　Okay. He isn't going to answer, that stony-faced cow jerk!

　　I hung up the phone myself, shoving the woman out of my way to his office who wasn't leaving my arm as if stopping me from murdering her dear sir!

　　Well. That's a pretty good idea except for this idea can wait for a little to come to the action!

　　I had to admit the woman was pretty loyal to her company but the poor dear couldn't even wail her legs when I dumped her on the sofa and tied her pretty slim hands and body with a table cloth which proved to be quite a tedious task.

　　"Muhhhh. Hhm"

　　"Yes yes. I would say hello to him for you!"

　　I opened the door to his office quickly, but not before shouting it to the tied woman my greatest achievement in life!

　　My marriage.

　　"By the way, it's Mrs Emily Jones to you, dear!'

　　I saw her eyes widening like the sky before I shut the office door on her face, ready to face the embarrassment and rejection of my life. But that was all worth my long-time friendship with him which turned my life to a whole different level!

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　　Author's Note -

　　So. I agree it wasnt anything tragic or merciful chapter I had written these past days, but hey, I also wanted a break after writing about removing people's clothes in so romantic fashion that I died of shame twice already while completing all of them!

　　And to those who think it's senseless that Edward and Emily made out for 4 hours without losing control then I might need to remind all of you and rather respectfully while doing it, that I wanted to show how Two best friends touch each other where one had the feelings for the other while the other is doing it just for formality.

　　I wanted to visualize their hesitant moves like how they discover what it's like to touch the other and when they did feel sparks, they couldn't control each other and gave it all up to each other.

　　Considering their twenty years of friendship, it would've been cruel of me to have them banging and grinding against each other in such unwanted and fake circumstances when a mere bad move can cost both of them their precious bond!

　　But still, for the sake of manners, I want to apologize to those who disagree with my thoughts or words or anything. I'm sure there are lot of books out there open for naughty smut but this one is not what you're looking for.

　　I write for feelings ,not for people's carnal pleasures!