Chapter 19

Emmett POV

I looked at the charts, and dissected them into small parts within my head. I hadn't looked at things from work since Rosalie had popped randomly into my life, but I don't regret taking an extended holiday in order to be with her longer.

I really like her, she's always on my mind, even when I'm not thinking about her.

Damn, I think I'm actually falling in love with her.

But love was a dangerous topic for me, ever since I was betrayed by a woman that I had thought I had loved. She left me, and got married to a man that had more money then I did.

She ruined me, so I downsized everything. I got rid of my large home, and extravagant things that I didn't need; the betrayer from her made me open up my eyes to the real world—so I changed my philosophy: You don't need materialistic things in order to be happy.

I was raised in a rich household, so I was used to be surrounded by money, women, etc. When the downsizing happened, I got rid of the random stream of women, and I saved up money incase anything bad ever did happen.

A picture of Rosalie flashed through my mind, one of her smiling at me without fear, and without regret of what we had done. I spent a whole night worshipping her body the best way I could, I've never done such a thing in all my life before. I never had invited a woman into my home, and to share my actual bed—a hotel was one thing, and a quickie in a closet is another, but my actual bed within my home is on an entirely different level then anything else I've ever done.

I sighed, and ran a finger through my short/shaggy hair.

I wanted to be with Rosalie instead of working, but I can't do that.

Can't blow off an entire company for another free day.

"Sir, are you sure you're alright? You've been dazing out quite a lot today."

The sultry voice of the newest secretary that my mother had hired draped over my desk, trying to show off the cleavage that was made with the fake boob implants that didn't match the proportions of her small stature.

I avoided the breast show, and glared up at her face.

"Leave me be, I don't want you trying to jump me while I'm trying to work. Get your boobs reduced down to an actual understandable size, and then I'll let you know that I'm not going to fuck you. You can leave now, or you'll lose your job on the very first day." I said, my glare so icy and so dominating that she couldn't help but look away.

She looked at the floor, and pressed her lips into a tight line. "I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't mean to make you get distracted, that wasn't my intention at all." She whimpered, then she disappeared through the door of my office and closed it with a soft click.

I sniffed, and turned my attention back to my work.

That's before a eerie feeling spread down my spine, followed by Alice bursting through my office door, with a crumpled letter in her hand.

My blood ran cold.