Page 150 of Billionaire Temptations

I sat on the floor, crying and enraged by everything that had just happened. Alex walked over to me and placed his hand on my shoulder.

“Emerson.”

“Don’t touch me!” I yelled as I stood up. “You lost that right when you shut me out this past week.”

“Calm down.” He grabbed my arms and pulled me into him, holding me so tight that I could barely breathe.

I tried to loosen myself from his grip but couldn’t. Finally, I gave up and just sank to the ground with him as I held on to him for dear life.

Alex

Seeing her in so much pain broke my heart into a million pieces. She needed me, and I was going to be there for her. I put all my thoughts and the shit that had happened aside becauseI loved her, and I was going to see that she got through this. I picked her up and carried her to her bedroom. As I gently laid her on the bed, she grabbed my hand.

“Please stay,” she begged.

“Of course.”

I climbed in next to her and wrapped my arms around her. She didn’t want to talk, and I respected that. She didn’t want to be alone, and I didn’t want to leave her alone. After falling asleep for a few hours, I awoke to Emerson coming out of the bathroom in her nightshirt.

“How are you?” I asked as I sat up.

“I don’t know. God, Alex, so much shit was revealed tonight. Things Adam never told me.”

“I know.” I held out my hand to her.

She placed her hand in mine and crawled back into bed.

“Are you hungry?” I asked.

“Kind of. You?”

“Yeah. I am. How about a pizza?”

She gave me a small smile. “Sounds good.”

We walked to the kitchen, and I placed the order for the pizza while Emerson poured us each a glass of wine. Her eyes were swollen, and she looked tired. I just wanted to whisk her away from all of this. I saw Emerson’s point, but I also understood Adam’s. We took a seat outside on the patio.

“How do you feel about Adam lying to you about your money situation?”

She looked up at me with sad eyes. “I’m mad, but I get why he did it.”

“He wants his sister back, Em.”

She gave me a small smile. “That’s the first time you’ve called me that.”

“It is, isn’t it?” I smiled.

I heard the doorbell ring and when I got up, Emerson took hold of my hand.

“Bring the pizza down to the beach. I want to eat down there by the water.”

“In the sand?” I arched my brow.

“Yeah, in the sand.”

I nodded my head and walked inside. After I paid for the pizza, I took the box down to the beach and sat down next to Emerson, handing her a slice of pizza.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you earlier,” she spoke.

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