A Week later

A week later...

My mom cried for about an hour about how guilty she felt for leaving me and my dad kept urging me that I should go with them rather.

"Mom, Dad, I'll be fine. I promise," I smile to make them feel better but I'm unsure of my words.

Will I be fine?

I didn't want to consult my parents about the guy. The man that came to visit me at the hospital was Emir? I don't recollect much about his features and I don't remember his name either.

Even if it was him, would he even bother to come to visit a low-class like me?

Do I have signs of glioblastoma?

These thoughts circle my mind...

My parents finally said their goodbyes. My internship starts a few days from now and I'm more excited that I will be graduating soon.

I lay on my couch, marveling about what to do.

There's a knock at my door and I just stare at it for a while. Do I need company, it's probably Jason or Jessica, I get up slowly feeling tired.

I open the door, but my eyes go up to meet.

*******

"Sir, I have news about Mrs. Griffin"

"What happened to her?" I shoot the question at him.

"Relax sir, she's fine, they are discharging her from the hospital today," he says.

A smile full of satisfaction forms on my lips.

"Sir are you smiling?" he stood still as a stone.

I whirled at him, the look in my eyes could make a strong man shudder.

"Get out," I announce.

"Yes sir" he softly chuckles.

Before he could completely close the door, he turned back "Sir, you have a meeting in two hours" and with that, he closed the door behind him.

I stand up and walk to my window pressing a button on the side, the blinds slowly start to rise along with the day. I stuff my hands in my pockets as I watch the view of the city, taking a few minutes to look at the busy streets, I grin to myself.

***********

Crouching in my office with my head down on my desk as I sigh loudly. Today has been such a stressful day due to all the appearances, interviews, and photoshoots I had.

I love my job so much, I just wanna know how Emma's doing and if she's better now.

I can't help but think about those months we spent together just being I love and without drama or any problems, we were so much I love, it's just hard to think about it when everything is so different now, I'm more like a stranger to her now.

These thoughts circle my mind...

My door is pushed open breaking my thoughts and I walked in the red-haired girl from the club, comes over to my desk.

"What are you doing?" I clench my hands into fists.

"Oh, honey I came to see you of course," she says walking toward me and pressing her red painted lips on mine.

"You swamped?" she asks and begins to massage my shoulders.

"Can you please leave"

"Why I haven't given you what you desire and you are already pushing me away? She says summoning me to my chair.

" Not now Bella, I have work to do "I sighed but she pulled my collar and placed my hands under her skirt to her inner thighs.

" Come on Emir, you can have all this to yourself " she moves her hands to my chest and presses her lips with mine for a little longer.

" Let's do this later," I say and she rolls her eyes.

"No, let's do it now," she says.

"Get out" I yell.

"W-what" she stutters.

"I said get out" I ball my hands into fists feeling my anger rush through my adrenaline.

Feeling scared and trembling she walks out of my office and slams the door shut.

I ran my hands over my face and rested my head against the desk.

I need a drink, it pisses me off that I can't necessarily drink in the office, I mean, I could when everyone is gone. I don't even feel like going home, drinking has helped quite a lot. It helped me fight the pain away.

I told my driver to go home after eight because I don't like him having to wait for me for hours.

Parking my car in the driveway, I leave it in front of the house because I don't feel like taking it to the garage. I know one of my helpers will take it to the garage.

Walking into my house I find Bella in my kitchen cooking.

Oh, great she's trying to be my wife now really, she doesn't have any sense of humor.

"Are you hungry?"

"No, I'm going to bed and I better not find you here in the morning"

"But I made all this, especially for you" she complains.

"You can eat that yourself and when you are done please leave" I start walking toward the room.

"But, Emir"

"I said leave," I yelled.

Entering the bedroom, I place my suit jacket on the bed and slam the bathroom door shut after I enter.

Getting into the shower and turning the water for a while, letting the glass steam up, I strip myself of my work clothing and step inside letting the hot water hit my back and relieve some tension in my muscles. I relax after feeling my heart heavy in my chest.

I close my eyes and the image of Emma fills my mind, taking my brain on overdrive.

If it wasn't for the alcohol my dick wouldn't be this hard and I'm so horny. Feeling sexually frustrated, I cool myself off and walk out of the shower putting in a pair of boxers and some socks.

I walk to my bed and pull my duvet over.

With a sigh, I drift off to a dreamless world.