Emily’s Dilemma: Seduced by Billionaire Brothers

The silence was loud and lasted for several minutes than it need be, Ethan in shock and Emily equally in shock but tainted by uncertainty. A million thoughts ran through her hand, her hands were unsteady and the positive pregnant test staring at the both of them.

She looked away from Ethan, she tried to act aloof even though her heart kept pounding loudly behind her chest.

Who was the father? Was the question that kept repeating itself round her head and yet unable to come up with an answer.

She washed her hands by the sink but not saying a word to Ethan because what exactly could she say? Her hands were shaky, no matter how much she tried to steady them.

She was pregnant? How could she be pregnant? It was worse that she wasn’t sure who the father was.

“Emily?” Ethan called again, this time making way for her to pass through out of the bathroom.

“I’m not ready to talk about it yet?” she told him, collapsing herself unto the sofa, her head in her hand as the felt the pressure closing in.

“What do you mean you’re not ready to talk about it, you’re pregnant Emily” But immediately, Emily sprang up to her feet, and she grabbed her bag from the chair, preparing to make her way out of the house

“Where are you going?” Ethan intercepted her.

“I’ll be back” she said blankly, her still not meeting his but Ethan held her still, he understood a little bit and it broke his heart

“Don’t go to him” his eyes pleaded but Emily pulled her hand away gently and whispering softly

“I’ll be right back” it sounded more like promise, she wasn’t sure she could keep.

Emily stepped out of the house, and she whipped out her phone to dial Jackson’s number, he picked on second ring

“I need to see you right now” she said, immediately.

“Are you okay?” Jackson asked, his voice laced with concern.

“I’m fine, just come quickly. I need to talk you”

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Emily had her face well hidden with a hoodie and a facemask when she walked into the cafe to wait for Jackson. The place was mostly quiet and empty until Emily saw someone who looked exactly Blair Lawrence Jackson’s fiancee walked in. She watched her carefully from the hidden spot that she sat, her face well hidden by her mask and Blair walked hurriedly into the cafe, taking the empty booth behind her. It wasn’t long before she saw Jesse walk inside too in that same hurried manner that Blair had waltzed in, and equally to the same booth Blair was seated in. He looked rougher than the last time she saw him, he needed a shave and his eyes well swollen and sunken a bit evident of lack of sleep. What was going on with him? Emily wondered but she didn’t want to dwell too much on it, it was none of her business but still her curiosity peaked and she pressed her ears against on her own side of the booth

Emily waited, her breath still and in hopes that she wasn’t caught. She didn’t want to be seen, especially with Jackson in such public place because it was obvious her life was no longer hers, she lived with the million other people who enjoyed entertain gossip.

“So what’s the update?” Emily heard Jesse ask, the moment he plopped down on the hard leather seat.

“There’s no update” Blair said “I don’t think I can carry on with it anymore”

“What the hell do you mean?”

“I just can’t do it ok” she whisper-yelled “We can’t do this anymore, we can’t kidnap Jackson Hatton and demand a three hundred million dollar ransom”

“Why not? The whole Hatton family is way worth more than that” Jesse said, trying to instill his desperation into her but she seemed locked out and he couldn’t penetrate her exterior.

“I’m chickening out okay, I’ll call off the engagement – ”

“and then what, go back to your father? That’s your suggestion, that’s your bloody suggestion? To go back to your father” Jesse said angrily, he took Blair by her arm and holding unto it tightly, digging into her flesh with his nails.

“Or what, you’re falling in love with him, don’t be freaking delusional” Jesse said and Blair threw him a ridiculous look.

“I’m not falling in love with him” she said, her voice laced with fake confidenceBelongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“Then you do your fucking part and let me do the rest, just lace his coffee, invite him over right now, I’ll be waiting round the corner” then he grabbed her face softly, with her slowly melting in his hands “Remember Blair, we need this, it’s our only way out so we don’t have to go back to your father, that’s never an option Blair” and immediately, he slid out of the booth, leaving Blair behind and walking out of the cafe. When Emily listened, she could hear soft sobs coming from the booth behind but it didn’t last long until she heard the familiar ding of the tone dial.

“Jackson” she heard her say and for some reason Emily froze in her seat.

“Let’s have breakfast together now, I know a place” was the final thing she said before calling out the name of that place to him.

“Oh shit” Emily whispered to herself, confusion clouding her brain. Immediately she sent a text to Jackson.

“Raincheck? I have somewhere to be” she confidently hit the send button and stayed put, she knew exactly what to do, at least she had a recording