Unexpectedly Yours (Sticks and Stilettos #2)

Chapter 1

Chapter one

Emma

Fuck you and your grass!

~ Mid-November ~

“Fuck me…” I turn slightly to the side, looking over my curves in the mirror as I glide my fingers through my hair and toss it all to one side. “I look sinful as hell.” I smirk to myself, facing the mirror fully again while placing my hands on my hips.

The black lace corset I have on hugs my breasts beautifully, making them look much bigger than they truly are. While also squeezing my waist and giving me that perfect hourglass shape that makes my curves pop.

Below it, a tiny excuse for a thong with a small black bow in the front hides my intimate parts while leaving my ass completely exposed. I look over the suspender clips that go from the end of my corset all the way down to my thigh-high stockings, making sure they’re well clipped on.

I just spent the last two hours turning my long red hair into big Hollywood curls and giving myself the sultriest makeover ever. Dark smoky eyes to make the green in my irises vibrant, with scarlet red lipstick over my full lips. I look fucking phenomenal.

“There is no way Tommy will resist me like this.” I look over my outfit one more time, then turn to the bed behind me where I’ve laid out one of my favorite pairs of heels.

My black patent Christian Louboutin stiletto pumps.

“And you, my beautiful darlings”— I pick up one heel in each hand— “will be what seals the deal.”

Setting them on the ground, I slip my feet into them, then grab my black Burberry Kensington trench coat and pass my arms through each sleeve, securing it closed before stepping out of our bedroom.

The last thing I’d want is for someone to get a glimpse of me like this in public. This gift is for Tommy’s eyes only.

I pick up my hand clutch by the door, as well as my car keys, then lock up the house before walking to my Mercedes. Sitting behind the wheel, I take out my phone and shoot off a message to Tommy.

Me

I miss you.

His reply comes in a few seconds later, and I smile.

Tommy

Me too, babe.

I know right now he’s in his office about to have his lunch break, which is the perfect time to surprise him with his gift. Me.

Tommy and I have been together for over two years now, and although our relationship started off strong, it’s been rather rocky these last few months, more than it had already started being over a year ago.

I’m not sure what has changed between us in the last year. Everything Tommy has mentioned in the past was an issue in our relationship; I’ve changed or made efforts to do better. I know I’m not an easy person to deal with all the time, but I’m trying my best to make things work.

I’ve quit my job that was interfering with our schedules and keeping us both too busy.

I’ve moved in with him. I’ve stopped seeing my friends as often; hell, I haven’t even seen or talked to them in over three months now.

I try to initiate sex as much as possible and do the things I know he likes in the bedroom, but it never seems to be enough.

But I’m hoping this little spontaneous moment will work and reignite the passion we once had for each other. It has to.

Thirty minutes later, I park outside Larson and Mackenzie Law Firm, the one my father and his partner own.

Stepping out of my car, I look myself over one last time in the car window, fluffing up my hair a little.

Still extremely satisfied with my appearance, I head for the front entrance while glancing up at the dark clouds rolling in above.

They’re announcing heavy rain for later in the day, and I’m hoping it won’t be pouring by the time I’m done here. Nothing is worse than spending so much time getting ready only to have it ruined by Mother Nature.

“Emma! I didn’t expect to see you today! Are you here to see your father?” Odette at the reception desk greets me the moment she spots me with a nervous look in her eyes. “You look absolutely beautiful, by the way.”

“Thanks, Dotty.” I grin at her. “And no, actually I’m here to surprise Tommy. I’ll just head back, I know he’s on his lunch break right now.”

“Oh!” Her eyes widen, and she swallows before forcing a smile. “Yeah… yeah, he is.”

Okay, now she’s being weird. Whatever. I don’t have time to figure out what’s going on with her. “Okay, well, I’ll see you later.” I wave and walk through the building until I reach Tommy’s closed office door.

Thankfully, my father’s office is on the opposite side of the workspace, so I don’t have to worry about bumping into him too much. I notice Miley, Tommy’s secretary, isn’t at her desk, which means she must have left for lunch like most do. Good, more privacy.

I grab the doorknob and twist the handle before pushing the door open and stepping inside with a seductive smirk on my lips. Only it drops instantly the moment the scene inside my boyfriend’s office comes into view.

Tommy is seated on his office chair, slightly behind his desk, with his legs spread wide and pants halfway down his thighs. And sweet Miley? Well, she’s on her knees sucking off my boyfriend of two years.

Neither one of them stops what they’re doing, clearly not even having noticed me in the now wide-open door, too engrossed in the traitorous act they’re committing.

I’m frozen in place, speechless, unable to believe what I’m seeing as Tommy fists Miley’s hair and pushes her mouth down his cock repeatedly.

But my frozen state melts away quickly, and all rational thought leaves my mind as I lash out. I quickly step in, grabbing the stapler from the round table in his office to my right, and hurl it at him with a scream.

“YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!”

I’m not sure if it’s the sound of my heels clicking against the hardwood floor, the movement, or my scream that snaps him out of what they’re doing. But by the time Tommy’s head snaps up to look my way and Miley rips her mouth off his nasty dick, it’s already too late.

The stapler smacks him right in the chin as his head flies back from the impact, and he lets out a startled squeak.

Miley yelps next as the stapler drops onto her head before she has time to move out of the way.

She scurries away from Tommy, still on her knees while rubbing the top of her head and staring at me with wide, terrified eyes.

Yeah, bitch. You better be fucking scared.

I stomp over to Tommy, ready to scratch the shit out of his face and punch him where it hurts, as he gets to his feet and quickly tucks his limp dick away. “I fucking knew it!” I yell as I go to punch him when I’m close enough, but he shields himself in time, and instead I connect with his arm.

My mind fills with blinding rage as I continue trying to attack him, hitting and scratching him constantly until he finally manages to get the upper hand and grabs me by the biceps with a bruising grip.

I cry out at how painfully he’s holding me and try to get out of his grasp by thrashing my body from side to side and screaming. He shakes me forcefully, making me bite my tongue in the process, and squeezes his fists around my arms tighter until I whimper and stop moving.

“Calm yourself, Emma! You’re acting like a fucking lunatic!” he spits in my face with anger. He’s angry!? HE’S ANGRY!?

Miley finally gets up from the ground beside us and tries to escape, but Tommy pins her with a glare. “No, stay. We’re not done here.” Oh my fucking God! Are you kidding me!? This has to be some sick fucking joke!

“Are you fucking serious right now!? You want her to stay after I just caught you with your dick down her throat!?”

“You, be quiet. We aren’t discussing this here.

You’ve caused enough of a scene already.

Your behavior is unacceptable, Emma, even for you.

Don’t ever show up in my office unannounced like that again,” he growls through his teeth, and my eyes widen, not out of fear, but out of disbelief once more.

“Now go home and wait for me there like you’re supposed to do.

We’re going to have a very long talk about your actions when I get home. ”

I laugh hysterically as he finally lets me go and pushes me back slightly.

This can’t be real. I’ve lost my mind. It’s the only explanation.

I grip the hairs at my scalp, unable to process properly what the fuck is going on while Tommy goes over to Miley and takes her in his arms. He looks her over like she’s the one who needs comforting right now.

I can’t fucking believe this. I just can’t.

“I said go, Emma! Now!” he shouts at me again when he notices I’m still standing there in complete shock.

I take a step back, laughing once more as I continue to stare at them.

I’m not even sure I’ve blinked a single time since I’ve entered this room.

It’s like my mind can’t wrap itself around everything that just happened.

I step back again and again until my back hits the wall.

The murmurs from out in the hall bring me out of whatever this strange, bewildered state is, and I quickly spin on my heels and storm out.

He wants me to go. Fine, I’ll go. But he’s not going to like this outcome.

Rushing past everyone gathered around and wondering what’s going on, I hurry toward the front entrance, not paying them a single glance. I’m too angry to deal with anyone else right now. Except my path gets blocked right before I can make it to the doors.

“Sunflower? What’s going on?” My father stops my escape with his hands on my shoulders, worry shining in his eyes as he looks from me and then behind me toward Tommy’s office, where everyone must still be standing around.

I shake him off, stepping out of his hold and to the side with a snort.

“You want to know what’s going on? Go ask your buddy Tommy and his mistress,” I tell him harshly and walk past him, finally making it out the front doors.

I don’t mean to be rude to my father, but right now I’m just overflowing with rage to the point that I don’t even think I could contain it if I tried.