Emma

I feel the wave of embarrassment wash over me as I step out of his room. He slams the door to my face. I bat my eyelids, feeling a rush of anger flowing through my veins.

Like a child whose candy was snatched, I stamp my feet in frustration, groaning in pain.

His rejection makes me feel worse but I won't back down. 

My gaze drops down to my body, I specifically bought this nightie for this purpose. 

I remember walking into a lingerie boutique downtown to get a new set of lingerie. 

The boutique had lots of items, making it difficult to chose from the arrarys of sexy lingerie.

As I stroll pass shelves and glass counters, nothing caught my attention. Making me wonder if I had made a terrible decision to shop here.

Just as I take a step, moving to another section in the boutique. My steps falter the moment my gaze fell on a mannequin with the most sensual nightie I have ever seen, hung on it delicately.

The alluring charm it exuded was difficult to ignore. I move in quick steps as though if I delay any further, another shopper will snatch it from my grasp.

I ran my fingers through the sheer silken material. It shimmers under the soft light in the boutique.

Without further delay, I was smiling at the attendant, swiping my credit card without giving a damn about the price tag.

I saunter out of the boutique with the shopping bag swinging in my hand. A smug smile tugging at my lips.

I could hear wheels move in my head as several plans formed. 

Knox. My wicked fantasy. 

He is the reason why I spent a whooping $800 on a nightie when I could easily go for those sold for $100.

But it seems my efforts are not getting the desired result.

A deep sigh escapes my lips, glaring at the door, I whirl around, furious. 

I storm into my room, banging the door shut. I lean on my door. Loose strands of hair fell on my face. I puffed out air in frustration and pulled the strands away.

Just when I feel I have the upper hand.The bulge straining through his towel shows I have a strong effect on him. 

At that moment,he recoils from it, sending me out of his room. I could still feel the sting of his rejection.

He wants me, I know it. The way his gaze lingers on my breast before roaming my body, says it all.

Heat and a wanton desire for Knox made me wet down there. The cold air streaming through the open window did little to cool my nerves.

I just want him, I groan as I sit on my bed. And then my eyes catch the sleek laptop on my nightstand.

I narrow my eyes, before dragging them away. I should be working on a report that I will submit  to the campaign team in the morning. 

Rather the thoughts of Knox consume me. I need to do something as I feel a crazy urge pooling down there.

I lift the silky nightie up to my waist. I did not bother to wear any panties. Because I thought Knox would fall for my advances.

And then, I spread my thigh wide apart. I run my fingers lightly across my thigh, feeling the warmth of my skin.

I want it badly, using my index finger, I dip it into my soft wet pussy. I can feel my juice pouring on my finger as I circulate it around my clit.

I threw my head back as a warm feeling washed over me. A low, throaty moan escapes my lips, and then I pump two fingers in and out, faster for a release.

The release and satisfaction lasted for a brief moment. Sliding my fingers out, my juice coats my fingers.

A sultry picture of Knox licking my juice off my fingers plays in my head. Instead I slid my tongue over them, the alluring taste hit my tongue.

I stood up and tug my nightie down and then I lay on my bed. Hoping that sleep will stop me from thinking about Knox.

I keep turning and tossing on my bed until I succumb to sleep. The world around me fades.

The first flicker of a dream brushes my mind. Standing in the shower stall, water pours down my body. I run my fingers through my hair as it soaks up water.

I turn it off and wrap a towel around my wet body. I step out of the shower and wrap my hand around the doorknob, pushing the door open.

As I walked into my room, Knox was standing there, with his back to me. 

"Knox," I called softly, surprise filling my face.

He never comes to my room. What is he doing here? 

Slowly, he turns around in a deliberate and unhurried way.

A smile slants his lips. He strides across the room towards me. And stand so close to me that I can feel the warmth of his breath.

He raises his fingers to my face that has droplets of water.

The gentle graze of his finger on my face sent me tiltering on the brink of pleasure and wild desire.

A spark of untamed yearning explodes between my thighs as his thumb traced the fine lines of my full lips.

"Knox," I croak, my voice betrays the irresistible pull he has on me. "What are you doing?"

His eyes twinkled with a dark craving. He drops his hand and brings his lips so close to mine. "I know you want me," his husky voice rides my senses into oblivion.

Before I can utter a word, he carries me, my feet leave the floor and the towel loses its grip and falls to the cold floor.

Naked in his arms, he takes me to my bed, the sheet remains rumpled and messy.

My hand reached out to cup his face as he dropped me down on my bed with the gentliest care. 

His gaze roams my naked body, his eyes gleaming in hunger. Knox bends his head, he takes my lips in a wild kiss.

My fingers moved from his face down to his shirtless torso in needy strokes. As our lips tangle in wild desire.

His fingers traced my thighs, in obedience, I spread them wide. I feel so hot, dying for his fingers to sink in and drive me with reckless intensity.

A shiver runs through my body as I guide his fingers to my wet spot. And as he inches to bury his fingers into my wetness.

The loud blare of my alarm pierces through my mind, waking me up. But the dream doesn't let go.

Emma 

I snap my eyes open, my chest heaving, as short gasps of breath tore through my lungs.

My eyes darted around the familiar surrounding of my room, so it's a dream? But the wet, tingling sensation down there makes everything feel so real.

The continuous blare of the alarm wipes the grogginess from my eyes. I roll onto the other side of my bed, facing the nightstand. 

In a quick motion, I stretched my arm, putting off the alarm. Silence fills the room and then I lay on my back, my eyes on the ceiling.

Still breathing hard, I ball my hands  into tight fists, slamming them hard into the mattress. My feet thrash the tangled sheet in frustration.

I slap my temple which is covered in perspiration. And again, the cold, gentle breeze streaming into my room does nothing to cool the heat building up from within.

I groan and drag myself up to a sitting position, leaning on the headboard. The strands of my blonde hair are a mess, falling over my face, and sticking to my sweaty face.

I fling it off my face, a burst of rage raptures inside of me. Knox. As stubborn as a mule. He knows I want him. 

Why is he acting like a saint? Most nights, I can't catch a decent sleep because of how loud my mother moans his name, while he rides her dry cunt.

I should be the one on his bed, not her! I feel a stab of jealousy. My mother keeps getting all the hot guys while I'm left with nerds like Zach.

Good thing I already broke up with him. That slowpoke can't even keep me filled with satisfaction.

I blew out air, my chest rising and falling. My gaze lands on the wall clock. It's just a few minutes past 10 p.m

I threw the bedcover aside, dragging myself out of my bed. My throat feels dry, I crave something different aside from cold water.

My craving, Knox, is out of my reach. Maybe I should just head over to the kitchen,grab a glass of water and then return to sleep. Unlike Knox, a glass of water won't reject me.

I slip out of my room quietly, careful not to make a sound. I hurry into the kitchen and flick the switch on. Light floods the kitchen, and darkness creeps out.

The humming of the refrigerator fills my ears.

I open the refrigerator and the pale light washes my face. Only a few apples, a bottle of juice, some biscuits in a crumbled pack, and a couple of bottles of water were in the refrigerator.

Grabbing a bottle, I take off the plastic cap, raise it to my mouth, and drink from it.  I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and then I drop the plastic bottle back into the refrigerator.

The red succulent apples drew my attention, and in that moment, my stomach growled in hunger. 

Rather than  making a trip to the restaurant for dinner, I chose the lingerie boutique instead. And now the pangs of hunger are hitting me hard.

I snatch an apple from the bowl, my jaw wide open to sink my teeth into it.

The front door clicks open and I stiffen. My eyes wide with surprise. The apple slips from grasp and falls onto the kitchen floor with a thud. I make no effort to pick it up as it rolls away.

I quickly close the refrigerator and walk out of the kitchen, curiosity slickers through me.

Just outside the kitchen, I could hear footsteps on the staircase. Is it Knox or my mother? 

I still feel angry over our last encounter, I don't want to run into him. Seeing him will leave me craving for his touch, which he keeps denying me.

After some time, the sound of the footsteps stops. I take a deep sigh before closing the door. My stomach growls again but I match towards my room instead.

Just as I get to a corner leading to the hallway where my room is located, I bump into someone.

My senses scream at me and I catch myself in time.

A sharp voice, a very familiar one, broke the stillness of the night.

"Watch it Emma! You're not going blind," the cruel reprimand of my mother's voice makes me glare at her in disdain.

I place my hands on my hips. "No. You should be the one to watch your steps. But you chose to sneak around!" I fire back.

Quite frankly, I didn't see it coming. Like a flash of lightning in a dark cloud, my mother lifts her arm and strikes a hard slap across my face.

I stumble in shock, clutching my cheek as I feel a stinging sensation burning my cheek.

My eyes wide with disbelief. "You slapped me?" I ask in shock. 

She draws closer to me. Her eyes gleaming with fury. " You should be grateful I let you stay with me. Don't you ever speak to me with disrespect. I am your mother!"

Tears glistens in my eyes, threatening to flow. The little love I have for her melts out from my heart.

I sniffed, my gaze hardened to a cold resolve. Since she wants to treat me like trash, I will get back at her.

Just as she was about to walk away, she paused for a moment and then whirl around, facing me.

Her gaze sweeps through me and her eyes narrow suspiciously. "What are you wearing?"

I drop my hand from my cheek, a faint mocking smile plays on my lips. "A nightie, obviously."

She stares too long at my nightie which leaves nothing to the imagination. Her judgemental gaze flickers across her face.

For a split second, insecurity glimmers in her eyes, and vanishes almost immediately.

As the cogs of several thoughts turned in her head, I leer at her. 

She finally finds her voice. "Stop wearing such revealing clothes."

I fold my hands across my chest. " And if not?" I challenge her.

She studies me like I'm a problem to be solved. "Then I'll throw you out."

Emma

A frown crosses my face, shaking my head slowly as though I had  just stumbled upon a secret. "So you'll throw your child out?" I bit out in a harsh tone.

She matches my glare with a defiant look in her eyes. "Yes, not when you're acting out of control," she snaps at me.

"Is that it?" I ask. "Or there's more?"

Her eyes flash in rage. "Don't get on my nerves. You'll do exactly as I say or-

I walk out on her, listening to her feels exhausting.

"Emma," her voice rings out. "Don't you dare walk out on me!"

I ignore her tantrums, walking down the hallway where my room is located. I wrap my fingers around the knob and push it open.

Inside, I slam the door shut. My mother still thinks I am a baby, one she could control. It's exhausting and frustrating listening to her endless complaints.

I climb my bed, drawing the covers to my chest. 

I have trouble sleeping easily, my night is already in ruins. Different thoughts run through my mind.

What is Knox doing now? Did he hear the heated  exchange of words between my mother and I ?

He never involves himself in anything that has to do with my mother and I. 

I just want him to give me his attention, not as his stepdaughter but something more intimate.

The thought of Knox fades, my eyelids become heavy and in no time, I close my eyes to sleep.

The golden rays of sunlight streams through the window, into my room. I cracked my eyes open, and quickly,  my hand shot up to my face, shielding my eyes from the sunlight.

After a while, I sit up on my bed and yawn, stretching.

I feel like going back to sleep, it's Saturday, and I have no work today. But I decided against it, dragging myself out of bed.

I walk to the bathroom, and then I pull the nightie over my head, taking it off.  Holding the nightie in my hand, I ran my fingers through it.

I feel a stab of pain, everything  did not go as planned. And my mother is acting insecure around me, I really don't care about what she thinks.

My target is to get Knox, make him have sex with me. I feel totally clueless on what to do as I have run out of ideas.

I drop the nightie in a laundry basket and step into the shower stall, I turn on the shower. 

A cold blast of water burst out from the shower head. The water pours on my head, soaking my hair. 

I grab a shower gel, and squeeze the bottle. The cool flora shower gel slid into my palm.

I rub my hands together, working up a light foam. And slowly, my palm glides over my skin. Cold streams of water washes the foam off.

Wrapping a white towel around my body, I step out of the bathroom, and into my room.

Suddenly, a feeling of deja Vu washes over me. Images from my dream play out in my head.

The only thing missing is Knox.

I slap my temple as I groan in frustration. I need to snap out of it, and get hold of myself.  

I wish it was as easy as that. That man doesn't know what he is doing to me. I can't let him slip through my grasp, not after what he has made me go through.

Each rejection from Knox, sends my body through another endless torture of  being deprived from satisfying my wanton desire.

My closet was slightly open, and so I dragged it wide open, trying to get a dress to wear.

My mother's warning echoes in my head. My forehead creases into a tight frown. Well,for now, I don't think it will be wise to go against her instructions.

I'm not obeying her because I want to but because if she throws me out,I won't get another chance to be with Knox.

I settled for a plain green dress, nothing attractive about it. The length stops a few inches below my knees. The round neckline won't expose anything. 

As I stood before the mirror, my reflection gazed back at me. I can't even recognize myself.

The green dress makes me look so silly, it clings awkwardly on my body.

I pack my hair in a tight ponytail, taking one last look at myself in the mirror, I roll my eyes. Maybe I should wear a nun's habit when I'm at home.

The thought of it makes me smile as I imagine myself in a habit. That would be utterly amusing.

Leaving my room, I close the door behind me. I clutch my stomach as it growls. I will have to eat out. 

My mother's culinary skill is nothing to write home about. I grew up surviving on take outs from restaurants. Good thing she has the money to spare.

And I'm equally not doing so great in cooking. 

Knox hired a chef but she resigned last week. 

My stomach growls again, louder this time. I hurry towards the kitchen to grab the apples in the refrigerator.

It will serve for the time being until I drive to a restaurant for breakfast.

Just as I make it close to the dining room, my nostrils catch the delicious aroma of food.

Wow. Did Knox hire another chef? I have to find out. In quick steps, I rush towards the dining room.

The scene before me makes me freeze. Knox was serving sizzling pancakes from a pan into the dishes on the table.

Did he just make breakfast? 

He notices my presence and then looks up. He gawks at my ridiculous dress before his eyes lit up.

"Emma, you can join me for breakfast," he says. "Gina went out."

I hesitate, he appears to be calm unlike last night when he chased me out of his room in anger.

I swallow hard but he beckons me, smiling. I give in to his invitation and join him at the table.

I have to forget my failed attempt last night and focus on the delicious food in front of me.

It feels suffocating eating breakfast with him, I could barely look him in the eyes. I take a bite from the pancake, it tastes so good.

In a few minutes, I was done with breakfast. I grab the glass of juice, taking a sip. "Thanks for breakfast," I say. 

Our gaze locks briefly before I drag my eyes away.

He drops his fork, the sound echoing between us.

Leaning back in his chair, he studies me for a long, tense moment. "Emma," he murmurs, a dangerous calm in his tone. "What do you want from me?"