Chapter 10 ( Capturing Moments)


    Emma''s POV


    Though I was supposed to be off on the weekends, I did minor cleaning here and there just to keep


    myself upied and ahead while Halley rested.


    My mind kept on reminiscing back to what happenedst night. Mr. Hollen kissed me! He actually put


    his priceless lips on mine. I didn''t know how to kiss him back, I had no experience and was caught off


    guard. What if I had drooled on him or bit his lips? I''d just stood there, afraid to react.


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    It was the beginning of a new week. I was in the living room cleaning the coverings on the chairs when


    Sharon appeared with a bundle of bags. She tossed them onto the chairs I was supposed to clean.


    "Put these in the closet for me. Don''t ruin a thing with your filthy hands." She went upstairs, heels


    hitting the polished marble as she walked.


    That woman is so...


    There wasn''t a word to describe her. She was going upstairs to where the closet was, why couldn''t she


    just put them there herself?


    I picked up all six bags and carried them upstairs to Mr. Hollen''s room. I ced each item onto the


    hangers and carefully into the closet. She had so many designer clothes, shoes, bags and purses.


    She watched, dressed in a white bathrobe, as I arranged the items in the closet.


    "That''s for when we visit the Bahamas." She broke the silence in the room.


    I smiled but continued to arrange her clothes.


    "We''re getting married there," she continued.


    An ill feeling came over me. A sharp tingle ran through my veins and popped off in my


    head. Married? Did I hear her correctly? How could he?


    I stered a fake smile on my face. "Congrattions."


    "I don''t need your congrattions," she rudely snapped and left.


    I angrily ced the remainder of the clothes onto the hangers. I didn''t care about creases anymore.


    When I was through with that, I went straight for my room without doing anything else for that day. I


    heard Halley calling for me but I''d intentionally locked my door andpletely ignored her as I read a


    book. I was on thest chapter of the novel when his voice came from outside my bedroom door.


    "Emma, open the door!"


    I panicked. His voice alone was enough to make anyone dread him.


    I realised how stupid I had been to let my emotions get the best of me and affect my job. All I had done


    the whole day was dust the chairs and put Sharon''s things away. Now he was outside of my bedroom


    door, perhaps to fire me or straighten me out.


    Another loud knock came and I quickly got out of bed and opened the door slowly with a hand over my


    forehead.


    "Emma, are you alright?" he asked with concern.


    "No, sir. I''ve had a headache for the entire day," I lied.


    "Emma, aboutst night," he began, "It shouldn''t have happened. I was out of line and I don''t know


    what I was thinking. I have a fiancee. I can''t be involved with the ummm... maid."


    He said it as if I were so beneath him, like scraps on the ground that would be thest thing he''d ever


    pick up.


    "I understand," I fought back the heartbroken feeling.


    "I''ll get some Advil," he said then left.


    I seriously had to stop. I was falling for him, longing for him toe home from work so I could see


    him, making his coffee more willingly and creating love designs in the foams on top, missing him and


    his manly scent; and when he''d touched me yesterday and pulled me onto him, his chest was hard as


    steel causing my entire body to tingle with electricity. His breath was minty fresh and his lips were so


    soft that I was scared to kiss him back, that and I didn''t know how. I was falling deeper and deeper and


    hurting myself more and more.


    He had a fiancee who seemed so possessive of him. She would skin me alive with her long nails if she


    knew I was falling for her man. They were on the verge of getting married. I couldn''t get in the way of


    that; everyone deserved happiness without any drama or broken hearts.


    Besides, he''d said what had happened between us was a mistake and wouldn''t happen again. But I


    wanted it to happen again, so badly. I wanted him.


    Him. Him. Him. Why him? I was going crazy in my room and I walked back and forth.


    A knock came again.


    He handed me a bottle of Advil as I opened the door. "Here, take one of these. I hope you feel better."


    I wanted to stop him before he left but couldn''t. He was my boss not my boyfriend. Iid on the bed,


    looking up at the ceiling. I daydreamed about losing my virginity to him in his room. I saw us taking a


    bath together with sweet scents and rose petals in the water, having wine and kissing each other


    deeply and passionately. Then he would carry me to his bed and kiss me all over, making all the moves


    because I knew none. He would trail his lips all over my sensitive areas and, atst, he would put me


    over the moon with his everything.


    I was reading too many romance novels. They were now cing dirty, wild thoughts in my mind. I


    snapped out of it, went underneath the covers, said my prayers and fell asleep.


    During the night, I awoke from thirst. I started for the kitchen when I heard a woman whispering. I hid


    along the walkway to the guest room.


    "Yes, baby. Of course I took the files... I know but marrying him is part of the n. I would be entitled to


    his money if I do that. Yes baby, I love you too.''


    Sharon hung up and went back upstairs. She was up to something and, judging by that phone call, it


    wasn''t something good.


    I had to tell Mr. Hollen before it was toote.


    She watched, dressed in a white bathrobe, as I arranged the items in the closet.


    "That''s for when we visit the Bahamas." She broke the silence in the room.


    I smiled but continued to arrange her clothes.


    "We''re getting married there," she continued.


    An ill feeling came over me. A sharp tingle ran through my veins and popped off in my


    head. Married? Did I hear her correctly? How could he?


    I stered a fake smile on my face. "Congrattions."


    "I don''t need your congrattions," she rudely snapped and left.


    I angrily ced the remainder of the clothes onto the hangers. I didn''t care about creases anymore.


    When I was through with that, I went straight for my room without doing anything else for that day. I


    heard Halley calling for me but I''d intentionally locked my door andpletely ignored her as I read a


    book. I was on thest chapter of the novel when his voice came from outside my bedroom door.


    "Emma, open the door!"


    I panicked. His voice alone was enough to make anyone dread him.


    I realised how stupid I had been to let my emotions get the best of me and affect my job. All I had done


    the whole day was dust the chairs and put Sharon''s things away. Now he was outside of my bedroom


    door, perhaps to fire me or straighten me out.


    Another loud knock came and I quickly got out of bed and opened the door slowly with a hand over my


    forehead.


    "Emma, are you alright?" he asked with concern.


    "No, sir. I''ve had a headache for the entire day," I lied.


    "Emma, aboutst night," he began, "It shouldn''t have happened. I was out of line and I don''t know


    what I was thinking. I have a fiancee. I can''t be involved with the ummm... maid."


    He said it as if I were so beneath him, like scraps on the ground that would be thest thing he''d ever


    pick up.


    "I understand," I fought back the heartbroken feeling.


    "I''ll get some Advil," he said then left.


    I seriously had to stop. I was falling for him, longing for him toe home from work so I could see


    him, making his coffee more willingly and creating love designs in the foams on top, missing him and


    his manly scent; and when he''d touched me yesterday and pulled me onto him, his chest was hard as


    steel causing my entire body to tingle with electricity. His breath was minty fresh and his lips were so


    soft that I was scared to kiss him back, that and I didn''t know how. I was falling deeper and deeper and


    hurting myself more and more.


    He had a fiancee who seemed so possessive of him. She would skin me alive with her long nails if she


    knew I was falling for her man. They were on the verge of getting married. I couldn''t get in the way of


    that; everyone deserved happiness without any drama or broken hearts.


    Besides, he''d said what had happened between us was a mistake and wouldn''t happen again. But I


    wanted it to happen again, so badly. I wanted him.


    Him. Him. Him. Why him? I was going crazy in my room and I walked back and forth.


    A knock came again.


    He handed me a bottle of Advil as I opened the door. "Here, take one of these. I hope you feel better."


    I wanted to stop him before he left but couldn''t. He was my boss not my boyfriend. Iid on the bed,


    looking up at the ceiling. I daydreamed about losing my virginity to him in his room. I saw us taking a


    bath together with sweet scents and rose petals in the water, having wine and kissing each other


    deeply and passionately. Then he would carry me to his bed and kiss me all over, making all the moves


    because I knew none. He would trail his lips all over my sensitive areas and, atst, he would put me


    over the moon with his everything.


    I was reading too many romance novels. They were now cing dirty, wild thoughts in my mind. I


    snapped out of it, went underneath the covers, said my prayers and fell asleep.


    During the night, I awoke from thirst. I started for the kitchen when I heard a woman whispering. I hid


    along the walkway to the guest room.


    "Yes, baby. Of course I took the files... I know but marrying him is part of the n. I would be entitled to


    his money if I do that. Yes baby, I love you too.''


    Sharon hung up and went back upstairs. She was up to something and, judging by that phone call, it


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    wasn''t something good.


    I had to tell Mr. Hollen before it was toote.