Title: Love Accidentally - Chapter 10
Author: kreia03
Rating: M
Warnings: Some swear words.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, and I hate that fact. Seriously.
Summary: When Emily meets Cook and Katie again.
A/N: Here's the next chap! ^^ and you guys are just awesome. Seriously. Thanks for all the comments!
When the day of the press conference finally came, Emily had to endure almost two hours of make-over session. The designer in-charge kept changing the red head's outfit that Emily couldn't remember how many she had already tried on. If Naomi hadn't knocked and told them to hurry, the designer would've let her try on a hundred more. She felt like a Barbie doll being played with, the dresses just kept on coming. She then settled for a blue one, the hem of the dress hovering right above her knees. After putting the final make-up on, she was brought in front of a huge mirror, making her break into a wide smile as she saw her reflection. She looked oddly strange, but in a beautiful and flattering way. Or maybe she just wasn't used to seeing herself dressed like this. She then headed out, feeling smug and overly satisfied, and thanked the designer and the make-up artist before leaving. She spotted a scowling Naomi sitting on the couch backstage, with Pandora beside her, Naomi's foot tapping impatiently on the floor. She took a deep breath and walked towards the two, stopping a few inches away, her hands clasped behind her as she nervously bit her lip. She watched as Naomi stared at her with unbelieving yet appreciative eyes, the scowl the blonde was wearing earlier now long forgotten. A feeling of something pleasant yet unexplainable dropped to her stomach when she saw Naomi take a huge gulp, looking mesmerized all of a sudden.
"I look stupid." She spoke shyly, a sheepish smile pulling up in her lips. "Right?" She asked hesitantly.
It took a while before Naomi could respond. She even had to shake her head a bit to break her unexpected trance. "Since when didn't you look stupid?" Naomi blurted out, averting her gaze.
Emily's smile turned into a lopsided frown, her nose scrunching up as she stuck her tongue out.
"It's like a disguise." Naomi mumbled. "Hiding her true face."
"Why Naomi?" Panda asked. "I think she looks wicketastic!" She exclaimed, her voice up a notch with excitement.
"Thank you Panda." Emily offered a genuine smile, sticking her tongue out again once she met Naomi's eyes.
"Whatever." The blonde snorted and rolled her eyes. "Let's go." She stated, grabbing Emily by the hand as Pandora pushed the conference doors open. Naomi forced a smile into her lips as she led Emily inside, her fingers intertwining with the red head's, surprising Emily entirely. Emily could hear her breath hitch, the sounds of it thankfully drowned by the chit chattering of the reporters' mouths and the constant clicks of the cameras. The feel of Naomi's smooth hand along her palm sent a shudder down through her spine. She could feel her heart's irregular beating, that even when they had finally settled to their seats, the thudding was still awfully loud. She scolded herself though, for acting in such a way, albeit not denying the fact that Naomi had this unexplainable effect on her, ever since they had first met. She clasped her hands together and fidgeted with her fingers as she counted in her head, hoping that the frantic pounding would stop and return to normal.
"So you two first met on the plane, can you tell us about that?" Emily nervously glanced at Naomi who was still wearing that feigned smile, and listened to her while she articulated the answer.
"Yes, we did meet on the plane. She looked so nervous that I asked her if it was her first time." Naomi turned and faced Emily with a smile, which even if the red head knew it was forced, still sent her heart beating wildly. "She got really pissed off." The reporters all laughed as Naomi turned her gaze back to them.
"After so many years in the industry, why come out just now?" Another one asked.
The blonde took a deep breath before answering. "Because I don't want Emily to be my dirty little secret." She paused, glancing at the red head beside her, who was taking a sip of her drink. "She means the world to me." Emily almost choked on the water she was drinking upon hearing Naomi's words, bringing her into a fit of coughs. She forced herself to smile widely after she had recovered, her heart beating loudly like it wanted to break loose from her chest.
"It's said that you two are living together. Is it true?"
"Erm, yes we are." The blonde replied. "But it's not really living together. It's just that she's got personal problems and she has nowhere to stay. So I offered her to stay at my house for the meantime."
"How long have you known each other then?"
"A pretty long while."
"This question goes to Emily." A man raised his hand. "For a woman who's adored by thousands of people all over the world, what do you think makes you different from all of them?"
"Erm, I don't think I really know." Emily answered uncertainly.
"She probably doesn't know." It was Naomi. "How lovable she is." Emily turned and met Naomi's eyes, her own eyes circling wide while Naomi just smiled in return. The blonde was just so good at this. "She's the best."
"Any plans after this?" A woman asked. "I mean, after all those scandals, surely you'd want to have a break?"
"Emily and I were actually planning to go to a trip maybe a week or two from now." Naomi quickly answered while the red head just smiled, going with the flow of the conference.
"Can you tell us where?"
Naomi let out a small laugh. "We're choosing between Barcelona or Venice, or maybe both." She shrugged. "Right Em?"
Emily's mouth fell ajar at her newfound nickname, taking her completely aback. She just nodded in agreement, unable to form coherent words to say. Fuck, she wasn't even able to utter a mere 'yes'. She watched as Naomi smiled once again at her, still oblivious to the effects her smile was giving to Emily. As Naomi turned her gaze back to the audience, the red head found herself counting the minutes that were passing by, hoping that the conference would just soon be over.
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The incessant ringing of the doorbell interrupted Emily's deep concentration on scrubbing the stain off of the floor. She tossed the rug on the basin in irritation as she sprang up to get the door. Wiping her hands on her apron, she twisted the knob, the sight of the unexpected visitors sending her into a sudden fit of rage.
"Emily." Cook greeted with a grin, offering a bouquet of roses to the red head. Behind him was Katie, with a cautious smile on her face. She took the flowers. "Aren't you gonna let us in?" He spoke, shoving Emily to the side as he stepped inside with Katie following him, unable to meet her twin's detesting gaze. "Wow, this place has changed." Cook marveled, his eyes wandering around while Katie gripped his shirt tight.
Emily, in turn, just followed the two, her whole body shaking with fury. She could feel her lips quivering and her teeth gnashing, hating Cook for acting like he had done nothing foolish. She was aware of the worried and apologetic glares Katie was throwing her, but her eyes were fixed on Cook, particularly on that devil's grin he was wearing, desperately wanting to wipe it off permanently from his face.
"I think a proper congratulation is in order." Cook wiped his hand against his shirt before extending it for Emily to shake. "You got a looker there Ems. And she's fucking rich!"
That was the last straw.
The only color Emily could see was red, the devil's color.
She screamed and launched herself towards Cook, hitting him with the bouquet she was holding over and over, sending the petals flying everywhere. Cook tried to shield himself with his arms but Emily let out a punch, her fist connecting to Cook's belly. His face twisted into a painful expression, his one arm clutching his stomach while the other shielded his face from Emily's continuous hits. The poor bouquet was now empty of petals, leaving the leaves and a few thorns. Katie yanked Emily away, shoving her to the side, but this didn't stop the younger twin and she charged towards Cook again, carefully pushing her sister away as Katie tried to get in between her and Cook.
"Fuck's sake Emily! Get a grip!" Katie's scream broke Emily's fit, lowering down the abused flower bouquet. She found herself gasping for breath as she eyed a now wounded Cook, his face and arms full of scratches and cuts. She somehow felt proud, giving herself a pat on the back for a job well done, seeing Cook's bobbled state. An incognizant triumphant smile fell on her lips. She watched as Katie helped Cook to sit on the couch, her sister checking the wounds she had successfully inflicted.
"Are you alright?" Katie worriedly asked, making Emily snort in disbelief. The younger twin rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.
"What the fuck do you want?" Emily shouted harshly, her words directed towards Cook. "Why are you here?"
"We came to check up on you." It was Katie who answered.
"Check up on me?" Emily retorted. "Fuck's sake Katie! I've been calling you for ages but you weren't picking up! Now you're saying you two are here to check up on me?" She shouted, making the older twin flinch. "Don't be fucking ridiculous."
"Emily." Cook called out. "Don't be like that to Katie. You know she's pregnant yeah?"
"I fucking know!" Emily bellowed. "Now why are you really here?"
"We came here to apologize." Cook humbly spoke, not meeting Emily's eyes. "And borrow some money."
A look of disbelief crawled up on Emily's face. "I knew it." She stated between clenched teeth. "I fucking knew it!" She spat. "What the fuck happened to the money you got from selling this house?" She shouted in frustration. "My fucking house!"
Cook fixed his gaze on the floor as he took Katie's hand and interlaced their fingers. "I tried to gamble with it, so I could double the money but I ended up losing." He whispered, embarrassed of himself. "Now we need some money to pay for the rent and Katie's check-ups."
"What?" She exclaimed. "You fucking twat!" She drawled out, throwing her shoe at Cook. "What the fuck were you thinking?"
"I know. And I'm really sorry yeah?"
Emily could feel her whole body shaking again. She had that sudden strong urge to strangle Cook's neck and kill him right then and there. "I don't have any money." She replied coldly.
"What about Naomi?" Cook asked, hopeful.
"She's not gonna lend you any money." She retorted. "And I won't let her lend you any money."
"But Emily, she's fucking rich. She's got plenty."
"And she's working hard for it!" She screamed back. "If you need money, get a fucking job!"
"But Em-"
"Out!"
"What?" It was Katie.
"Get the fuck out of my house!" She shouted in anger and frustration, her forefinger pointing to the front door. "Out!" Emily's voice roared.
Katie stood up and tugged on Cook's hand, beckoning him to rise from his seat. She threw one last apologetic look to the younger twin before darting straight outside the house. Emily, let out a loud scream as soon as the couple were gone, her whole body trembling with indescribable fury and rage. She took several deep breaths to calm herself down and flexed her fingers as they've been balled into fists almost the whole time. Heading to the kitchen when she had finally managed to compose herself, she decided to make lunch. She hadn't been long in the counter when the doorbell rang again. Feeling the anger rise up above her head once more at the thought of Cook and Katie coming back, she dashed to get the door and shouted. "Who the fuck is it?" Upon getting no answer, she opened the door and was welcomed by a well uniformed chauffeur instead.
"Are you Miss Emily Fitch?" The chauffeur asked.
Emily nodded, blushing a bit upon realizing what she had shouted earlier. "I am. Why?"
"Good day. I'm Clark." He introduced himself. "Would you come with me please? Madame would like to meet you today."
Emily's forehead folded into a crease. "I'm sorry." She muttered hesitantly. "But who's this Madame we are talking about?"
Clark offered a friendly smile. "You'll meet her if you come with me."
"Erm, I actually don't trust strangers that easily." She replied.
"Don't worry. Miss Campbell knows Madame very well." He answered. "If you want, you could leave her a note saying that you'll be at Madame's place. She'll know right away."
Emily paused for a moment, deciding whether to trust Clark or not. By the looks of him, he could be trusted, but then looks could always be deceiving. She gnawed on her bottom lip as she watched Clark patiently waiting for her with a friendly smile on his face, her gaze then falling on the black limousine parked right in front of the gate. "You drive that?" She couldn't help but ask, her eyes circling wide at the sight.
"Yes." Clark let out a chuckle. "Miss Emily, would you come with me please? Madame wouldn't take no for an answer."
"Erm, okay." She answered. "I'll just leave a note for Naomi. Could you hang on a sec?"
Clark smiled. "No worries. Take your time."
Emily scurried inside the house, sticking a note on the fridge for Naomi. She took off the apron and hurried upstairs to change, smoothing her hair a bit. She ran down the stairs and slipped on a different pair of shoes, meeting Clark outside the door. She got escorted to the limousine and stepped in, her mind still wondering who that Madame is.