Chapter 15
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
EMMETT
Waking up today, my chest feels lighter and the usual dark thoughts aren’t as loud. There's no ringing bouncing around my skull and I feel like I can breathe easier. The only explanation is my little obsession sleeping next to me.
I slowly slide out of the bed and exit the room, heading to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. My mind wanders to thoughts of what happened between us last night.
A smile forms on my face at the reminder that I have finally claimed what’s mine.
Not wanting to be apart from her any longer, I head back to my room so I can join her in bed again. The way she manages to ease the chaos inside of my head and make me feel something other than darkness is addicting.
Her breathy moans and whimpers as I drove into her. The feeling of-
A loud ring cuts across my thoughts as my phone starts vibrating ha rshly on my nightstand. I let out an irritated huff at being interrupted and the possibility of waking up Blair , who’s sleeping soundly in my bed. Looking over to see who's calling me, my teeth grind together as the name “ JAMES ,” flashes across my screen.
Nothing good ever comes from talking to James . Releasing a heavy sigh, I grab the phone and answer while walking to the attached bathroom, “ What do you want?”
His voice comes through the other line and my good mood is quickly replaced with agitation.
“ It’ll do you good to learn to address me with more respect, Emmett . Come to my office in an hour, I need to speak with you.” He hangs up before I can respond.
It’s still early morning and the sun is barely peeking through as I look over at my little obsession. Her hair fans the pillow and her lips are slightly parted. I lean down and place a soft kiss on her forehead.
I dress and make my way out of the house. With annoyance coating my insides, I head to the university's administration building, right at the center of campus. I hate to leave her but the sooner this is done, the sooner I’ll be back by her side.
I skip the steps two at a time, arriving at the building that houses all of the offices for influential members of the college, such as the dean and admissions department.
Stopping in front of the large glass double doors, I reach forward and open them, stepping inside. Walking through the foyer, I pass the receptionist, offering her a slight smile and nod. I walk down a long hallway towards the offices.
Offices reserved for admissions directors, management of the university, and others line the halls. The corridor is silent besides the sounds of my leather shoes hitting the floor as I approach my father's office. As I reach up to knock on the door, the sound of Blair's last name causes me to freeze in my tracks.
My body stiffens and I strain my ears to try and pick up on the conversation happening beyond the door. There’s multiple voices filtering throughout the room, telling me there’s more than one person inside. I hold my breath, not wanting to give away the fact I'm eavesdropping.
“ Stirling will bring in a lot of money.” A hoarse voice explains. What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
Blair is on a scholarship, so she isn't bringing any money to the school. If anything, she’s taking it. I try to rack my brain for some logical explanation as to what they're talking about.
Why are they talking about Blair ?
The hairs on the back of my neck stand up and the feeling of lead settles in my gut. Something isn’t right. I can’t pinpoint what it is, but a wave of dread washes over me.
As their conversation shifts, I am no longer interested in knowing what they're discussing. I reach forward and harshly rap my knuckles on the door, making my presence known. Turning the knob and pushing it forward, I come face to face with men in suits and the strong scent of cigars. The smoke swirls around the room, making it hazy.
“ You wanted to see me?” I snap, wanting to get this over with before it has even begun. I was already annoyed when he called me down here in the first place, but now with my little obsession’s name falling from the lips of these random men, I'm even more irritable. His eyes narrow at me and my obvious disrespect. Looking back at the men filling the room, he ignores me and addresses them.
“ Gentlemen , my apologies. It seems my son is ignorant to how business meetings work and has decided to arrive early without a warning. We will have to finish this up another time.” He stands and starts shaking the hands of each man, before gesturing to the door and ushering them out.
He closes the door behind him and strides over to his desk, rounding it before taking a seat. Propping his foot on his knee, he folds his hands and regards me with so much disdain, you’d think I wasn't his child. I try to think back to a moment where he looked at me with something other than regret. Maybe it was when my mother passed.
“ You dropped the art class like I asked, good.” He says while giving me a nod of approval. “ How are the business classes going?” This is the typical routine. He knows how the classes are going, he speaks to the professors and checks up on my grades, yet he still calls me down to discuss them every semester.
He does this for the reaction. For the opportunity for me to try and act out so he has an excuse to put me back onto the straight and narrow line he wants me to follow. For once, I don't care to give him that chance.
“ Why am I really here? You have access to all of this information. ”
“ Remember , Emmett . It is your job to continue our family’s legacy and take over the university if I decide you're worthy. As for the various companies I own, you can forget about those. You’ve failed as a businessman, you aren’t serious about it. This is not what your mother wanted for you. You may not give a shit, but I will not have you fail as my heir.”
I try to drown out his cruel words and replace them with images of Blair . Her sweet face fills my mind and helps to ease the ache his words inflict.
I picture her pink pillowy lips that are perfect for nibbling on. I imagine her sandy brown hair and the way it cascades across my pillow as she sleeps, how it looks wrapped around my fist when she’s on her knees. I imagine her eyes and the way they light up when she learns something new in class. The way her pupils blow when she becomes needy and the way they flutter close when I draw pleasure from her.
A fist slamming against the desk snaps me from my mental picture, and my eyes narrow at the person behind the inconvenient interruption.
“ Emmett , where the fuck is your head at? You are completely and utterly useless!”
He stands and rounds the desk, stopping mere inches away from me. I'm momentarily shocked when the sting on my face finally registers and I realize that he slapped me.
I retreat back into my head, letting thoughts of Blair soothe my anger. I can’t act out right now. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction. I especially don't want to alert him of the one good thing in my life. Like everything else, he’ll take it and squash it be tween his fingers. Anything to ensure my misery and that I succumb to his demands.
I stay in my head, disregarding him until his next sentence causes my eyes to snap open, meeting his.
“ Is it pussy? Is that where the distraction is coming from? I’ve seen weak men crumble for a warm hole before, Emmett . My son is not weak. Get rid of it.” He spits, still in front of me. He’s close enough that as he shouts, the saliva sprays from his mouth and lands on my cheek.
I inhale slowly and shake my head, “ No ,” is all I say on the exhale. I don't want to get defensive, alerting him that there is in fact a sweet little pussy that consumes all of my thoughts. I don’t want him to know that she’s more than that. That I feel her roots digging deeper into the soil of my soul. Every . Fucking . Minute .
“ Then it must be the partying. I don’t give a fuck what it is Emmett , cut it out. Get rid of it. Eliminate . It . You don’t want to know the consequences that will come, should you choose to ignore me,” he says sharply.
With my jaw set and my fists clenched, I stand and turn on my heels, heading out of his office. I won't be eliminating my little obsession. If I did, it would be suicide. I'm too far gone to live without her, I would take us both out before doing that.
When I arrive home I can already tell that Blair has left. I head to my room, with the false hope that she’s still there. Opening my bedroom door, my previous thoughts are confirmed when I’m met with an empty bed and crinkled sheets. The idea of visiting her bounces around in my mind, the only thing that would soothe this ache in my chest, is her.
Something unusual catches my sight and I walk closer to inspect it. Bending down, I realize it’s the hot pink panties Blair had on last night. I smirk and snatch them up, stuffing them into my pocket. I have another pretty little pair to add to my new collection.
Feeling relieved that I have a small piece of her with me, I collect my bag and leave the house for class.