To Neviegirl (I think): Emma wasn't being mean to Manny, she was
being sarcastic. And as for the short thing...well you know my writing well
enough by now to know that I ALWAYS write short chapters, but I ALWAYS
update quickly, usually two chapters a time. I just change chapters with
the topic. Some may be longer than others, but it doesn't change the
quality of the story. Sorry if I confused you with the Manny thing.
At about midnight, I heard a knock on the door. I rushed to answer it, checking my reflection in the mirror first. Sure enough, Joshua was there.
"Hey," I said, smiling and letting him in.
He smiled and kissed me, gently at first, then harder. We stripped as we made our way to my bedroom, kissing harder and more passionately.
Afterwards, I lay in his arms, sleepy and happy.
"That was amazing," he whispered in my ear.
I smiled. "I'm glad you thought so. You weren't too bad yourself."
He laughed and kissed me again. "I could do this all night," he said huskily.
"That doesn't sound so bad to me," I said giggling.
He chuckled. "Its tempting, it really is. But Christine thought I went to the store for some ice-cream."
"At midnight?" I asked.
"Yeah, she has strange eating habits," he kissed me once more before standing and getting dressed.
I sat up, holding the sheet around me. "Will you be at work tomorrow?"
"Of course, come to my office around noon," he winked. "We'll have lunch."
I laughed. "I love you."
He buttoned up his shirt and grabbed his car keys. "Me too, see you tomorrow."
I sighed and flopped back on the bed. I knew I shouldn't be doing this, but I couldn't stop. He was just so sexy, and so hard to resist. I couldn't help myself. True, he was ten years older than me and he was married...but I love him. Things will work out. I silently wondered why it sounded like I was trying to convince myself.
At work the next day, I was distracted by the ticking of the clock that hung on my wall. I tried my best to work on the article.
"The stars publicist denies any contact between her and the victim...however sources say that Kimberly Jackson had been seen with the man that was murdered..." I typed into the computer. I looked up at the clock. 15 til noon, and I still couldn't concentrate.
Flustered, I saved the half-written article and walked to Joshua's office.
I opened the door without knocking.
He was in his chair. A girl with short red hair was on top of him. They were half-undressed and getting more physical.
They jerked apart and the woman left in a hurry.
"What the hell was that?" I asked, enraged.
"She's my wife, Emma," he said. "She just came by to see me."
"Well it looks like she saw you!"
"Come on, Em," he said. "Don't be mad. Lets go get lunch."
"I'm not hungry," I said.
"Well, then let's go to your place," he said with a wink.
"No thanks," I retorted.
"Actually, we need to talk," he said.
I took a step back. "About...?"
"About us. Christine's pregnant," he said. "I can't leave her until the baby comes."
It felt like my world crashed around me. My breathing became rapid and my heart stopped. "So you're not leaving her?"
"Yet. I'm not leaving her yet," he said.
"When?" I asked.
"About a year," he said.
"A year...no...Josh, I'm not doing this anymore," I said.
"What?"
"I'm not doing this anymore. It isn't right, you're married and you have a baby on the way...and you need to be with them. I can't see you anymore," I angrily wiped the tears from my eyes.
"Emma..."
"Josh stop. I quit," I said.
"You can't quit," he said.
"I just did." I walked out of his office, slamming the door.
I walked to my office and threw the contents of my life into a box before driving to my appointment. I packed up some important things and took Sunni. We were going home.
At about midnight, I heard a knock on the door. I rushed to answer it, checking my reflection in the mirror first. Sure enough, Joshua was there.
"Hey," I said, smiling and letting him in.
He smiled and kissed me, gently at first, then harder. We stripped as we made our way to my bedroom, kissing harder and more passionately.
Afterwards, I lay in his arms, sleepy and happy.
"That was amazing," he whispered in my ear.
I smiled. "I'm glad you thought so. You weren't too bad yourself."
He laughed and kissed me again. "I could do this all night," he said huskily.
"That doesn't sound so bad to me," I said giggling.
He chuckled. "Its tempting, it really is. But Christine thought I went to the store for some ice-cream."
"At midnight?" I asked.
"Yeah, she has strange eating habits," he kissed me once more before standing and getting dressed.
I sat up, holding the sheet around me. "Will you be at work tomorrow?"
"Of course, come to my office around noon," he winked. "We'll have lunch."
I laughed. "I love you."
He buttoned up his shirt and grabbed his car keys. "Me too, see you tomorrow."
I sighed and flopped back on the bed. I knew I shouldn't be doing this, but I couldn't stop. He was just so sexy, and so hard to resist. I couldn't help myself. True, he was ten years older than me and he was married...but I love him. Things will work out. I silently wondered why it sounded like I was trying to convince myself.
At work the next day, I was distracted by the ticking of the clock that hung on my wall. I tried my best to work on the article.
"The stars publicist denies any contact between her and the victim...however sources say that Kimberly Jackson had been seen with the man that was murdered..." I typed into the computer. I looked up at the clock. 15 til noon, and I still couldn't concentrate.
Flustered, I saved the half-written article and walked to Joshua's office.
I opened the door without knocking.
He was in his chair. A girl with short red hair was on top of him. They were half-undressed and getting more physical.
They jerked apart and the woman left in a hurry.
"What the hell was that?" I asked, enraged.
"She's my wife, Emma," he said. "She just came by to see me."
"Well it looks like she saw you!"
"Come on, Em," he said. "Don't be mad. Lets go get lunch."
"I'm not hungry," I said.
"Well, then let's go to your place," he said with a wink.
"No thanks," I retorted.
"Actually, we need to talk," he said.
I took a step back. "About...?"
"About us. Christine's pregnant," he said. "I can't leave her until the baby comes."
It felt like my world crashed around me. My breathing became rapid and my heart stopped. "So you're not leaving her?"
"Yet. I'm not leaving her yet," he said.
"When?" I asked.
"About a year," he said.
"A year...no...Josh, I'm not doing this anymore," I said.
"What?"
"I'm not doing this anymore. It isn't right, you're married and you have a baby on the way...and you need to be with them. I can't see you anymore," I angrily wiped the tears from my eyes.
"Emma..."
"Josh stop. I quit," I said.
"You can't quit," he said.
"I just did." I walked out of his office, slamming the door.
I walked to my office and threw the contents of my life into a box before driving to my appointment. I packed up some important things and took Sunni. We were going home.