“For what?” He winked. The man was not nice. My pussy was soaked again.
“Real food,” I grumped.
“I guess we could eat. Although, I might want something else for dessert.”
“Come, my dirty lover. Feed me.”
“Yes, my wicked princess.” He took my hand and rushed me down to get some food.
Once we got to the kitchen, the family was sitting around eating lunch. I couldn’t believe how long we’d been busy.
“Oops. We missed breakfast.”
“We all did. No one went to bed before three except you two,” Vanessa said taking a drink from her juice and trying to hide her smirk.
“Van, hush it. I don’t think you’ve made it down for breakfast for a month already.”
“Kids quit it. Now, Emmy. Do you want a sandwich?” Melody asked.
“That’d be wonderful.”
“What about me?” Simon pouted. He was too attractive even when he was being spoiled.
“Don’t worry, Simon. I know you want like three sandwiches.” He smiled brightly like a kid who got his way. What an ass, but he was such a cute ass.
We all sat down at the table as his mom and Vanessa served us. “I know you wanted to see Natalie, but Cam took her out. They’ll be back for dinner,” his mom informed me. I did kind of want to talk to Nat before I left. I knew I said I wouldn’t leave Simon, but I didn’t know if these feelings were just because he was too close to me. Maybe if I were away, I wouldn’t feel the same.
They all started talking about the wedding but I didn’t remember that much. I was a drunken fool. All I thought about was Simon with other women, and I wanted to punch that bitch in the face. I was glad I wasn’t any drunker or I might have. I was certain they were wondering how Simon could even want me when I was so classless last night.
“So, Emmy. I was curious. Do you usually get as smashed as you were last night?”
“Vanessa Erica James,” his mother Melody scolded. If I weren't already embarrassed, I would have been scared. Their mother used the full name.
“That’s not cool, Vanessa,” Simon growled at his sister.
“No, it’s okay. Vanessa, normally I don’t drink like that but you see, your brother was being a dick in public and I’m starting to think it’s a family trait.” I stood up and pushed my plate away. “Excuse me.”
“Emmy,” Simon called out to me.
I ran back to his room. I needed to get out of here. I already felt uncomfortable and she just made me feel worthless. I could hear Simon right behind me, his footsteps rushing across the hardwood floor. I ran up the stairs but once I got there, I got lost. The house was huge and I realized there were two staircases.
“Emmy, babe. You’re going the wrong way.”
“I know the front door is that way, but I need to get my things.”
“The fuck you do. You’re not going anywhere.” I turned to him, my tears streaming down my face.
“Leave me alone, Simon. I need to go as soon as I find my belongings and then the damn way out.”
“There’s no way out, babe. You’re mine.” Before I knew it, I was off my feet and upside down. Just then Cam and Nat walked through the front entrance.
“What’s going on?” Cam asked, looking at me like I was nuts.
“Your sister is a dumbass that’s what’s wrong.”
“Oh.” He knew Vanessa could be a bit rude without knowingly doing it.
“Well, if you’ll excuse us, I need to have a talk with the princess in private.”
“Do you need the gym?” Cameron asked suggestively.
“Maybe later,” he hinted to his brother. They both waved to me as Simon carried me like a caveman.
Chapter Nine
I was in such a rage. My anger wasn’t really aimed at Emmy, but she was threatening to leave me which made it hard not to lose my cool. I carried her up to my bedroom, tempted to tie her to the bed.
Slamming the door behind me, I walked angrily to the bed, flipped her back over my shoulder and plopped her down; her body bouncing just a little. I leaned down over her, my eyes narrowing as I thought about her leaving.
“Do I need to tie you to the bed?” I asked dangerously close to considering the appeal it had.
“No.” Her eyes were wide and she shook her head.
“Then why the fuck were you trying to leave me?” I asked through gritted teeth.
“I don’t belong here, Simon. In a matter of minutes downstairs, I knew that. I don’t fit in. I can wait at the airport before my flight leaves.”
“Wait. Are you telling me you still haven’t cancelled your flight?”
“When have I really had a chance? I’m glad I didn’t.”