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Words that Cuts Emily's POV
I was sitting on the stool chair in front of the bar counter when a man sat beside me. I turned to him and he stared at me knowingly before he nodded and walked away.
I immediately followed him to the VIP room of this bar and locked the door.
We made it look like we're hooking up, so even if someone's watching, no suspicions would arise.
He bowed his head. I'm at your service, Miss. What do you want me to do?"
He was my dad's loyal butler. When dad was forced to leave the mafia organization because of his condition, his loyal men departed and separated ways but they left their contact and now I need them. I lifted my chin. "I need you to find someone and investigate someone."
He nodded. "I just need the name, Miss."
I handed him the piece of paper where I wrote Matt, Attorney Lee and Connor Foster's name. He immediately accepted and read it.
"I'll do everything I can do, Miss."
"Stay for two more hours," I said when he bowed, asking permission to leave.
I pointed at the table. "Eat and drink for now. We can't leave immediately. There might be someone watching us."
He nodded and sat on the couch, I sat on the single couch across from him and took my phone out.
I scrolled and sighed when I reached Matt's contact number. Why did I even open my contacts?
I exited the contact and opened the message. My lips parted after I saw Matt's texts.
'Good morning, sunshine!'
*No reply?"
'Good evening, Miss!"
'I saw your post. Why are you in a bar again?"Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.
'I'm gonna pick you up."
'Where are you? Did you leave?
'Are you avoiding me?"
'I'll bring my clothes to your condo."
"Are we okay? Did I do something you don't like?"
'Em... I miss you...
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I clenched my jaws and massaged the bridge of my nose.
I exited the messages and threw my phone on the couch beside me.
1 miss him and it's making me crazy. I don't remember how and why I ended up liking him but I can no longer stop it. There's no way to redeem myself now that I have unknowingly given him my all. He didn't own just my body. He managed to conquer my heart and soul too.
Matt Foster, what did you do to me?
I lost track of time, I just realized I fell asleep and four hours had passed already. My dad's butler was still sitting on the couch, scrolling on his phone.
When he saw me moving, he immediately sat properly and that's when I realized he waited for me to
wake up.
"I'm sorry," I whispered. "You go ahead."
He just nodded and pulled himself up. I got off the couch too. I didn't have time to fix myself. I just brushed my hair using my fingers as he opened the doar and left.
I pulled my skirt down and was about to leave when someone entered the VIP room. He went straight to me, grabbed my wrist and angrily pushed me onto the couch.
His eyes were blazing and his jaws were clenching.
"What the hell is your problem?!" I growled at him.
"Where is my brother?"
I laughed sarcastically. "I don't know. Why are you asking me?"
I flinched when he gripped my wrists tighter and pinned me to the couch. He was on top of me. The cross pendant of his necklace touched my chest.
"My brother is out of reach. He's missing. Is that why you're fcking another man, huh?"
My forehead creased. "What is it to you?"
"You whore! I don't know why my brother likes you when clearly, you are just a dirty whore who would willingly open her legs to anyone who's itching to fck!"
I kicked my legs and tried to pull my arms back but he was too strong. The only thing I can do now is glare and talk back.
"I don't care about what you think, Mason Foster. I already broke up with your brother, so you better leave me out of this mess. I didn't tell your brother to disappear nor like me. Watch your mouth, you asshole!"
He laughed evilly as his eyes stared darkly. "You don't want my brother anymore so you're trying to find a new boy toy? Is that it?"
I smirked. "Why? Are you willing to be my boy toy?"
His eyes landed on my bre*sts that are almost exposed now and traveled to my legs. I'm wearing a skirt but because of what he did, it rolled up to my hips and my panties got exposed.
He laughed mockingly as he brought his gaze back to my eyes. "You think I'd fck someone else's leftovers? You are overused, woman. I'm not interested in you."
1 gritted my teeth as my lips trembled in so much anger. I felt the corner of my eyes watering as my chest moved up and down rapidly in rage.
"Get off me!" I growled, "Get off me, asshole! I don't know where your brother is, so don't ever come near me again! You are a family of psychopaths and I don't want any connection with you!"
He looked at me with clenched jaws and a darkened expression. I don't know what he's thinking and ! don't care anymore. I want to get out of here because his words affected me so much.
Am I really just a leftover? Am I overused? Maybe he's right. I was tasted by different men just because. I'm trying to find someone who would love me the way I wanted to be loved. I was even...raped. The emotions that rushed into me were too much that I couldn't stop the tears from rolling down my face.
He let me go and I didn't give a damn if he saw my tears. All I could think of was leaving and getting away from him. He's too much. I...I can't stand him and his words.
I grabbed the bag I dropped and walked out without a word. Why am I even affected? He's nothing. He's just... the twin brother of the man I like. No biggle.
I wiped the tears on my cheek. You're not weak, Emily. Domn it!