Chapter 31 (Changes)


    Emma''s POV


    I walked out of the bedroom and into the living room.


    "Excuse me, Sharon. There''s something we have to discuss with you," I interrupted her silly excitement


    but she ignored me.


    My patience was running thin.


    Ethan arrived beside me.


    "Emma, let me handle this," he whispered in my ear.


    "No," I stated, taking a stand.


    I grabbed the magazine from Sharon''s hand and held it behind my back. She looked at me wide-eyed


    and seemed ready to kill but I didn''t move; I couldn''t.


    "Now that I have your attention, there''s something we have to talk about in private, or we can do it


    here. I don''t give a damn but we''re going to talk to you now."


    I had no idea that I had that in me buttely I had developed a courageous attitude, which I loved.


    "Ethan, what''s going on?" she asked as she stood up.


    "Sharon, lets discuss this in the study. Mrs. Promme, please excuse us," he said.


    We followed him into the study.


    "Sharon, I''ll be calm and collected about this; I would really like to know why the fuck you were


    tampering with mypany''s ounts!"


    If that was what he called calm and collected then I wouldn''t want to see him when he was angry. His


    eyes were doing their changes as he leaned against his desk. I stood next to him despite the anger. I


    knew he wouldn''t hurt me.


    Sharon stood in the middle of the room. "What is she doing here?" she asked, ring at me.


    I rolled my eyes at her silly question.


    "Don''t try my patience. Answer my question!"


    "Ethan, I don''t know what you''re talking about. I wasn''t tampering with any ounts."


    "Are you going to stand there and lie to my fucking face? You''re lucky I''m not pressing charges against


    your ass!"


    "Ethan, you''re being paranoid."


    "I''m being what? Listen, I''m giving you one hour– one hour– to pack your shit up! Get your clothes,


    your heels, your makeup, your hair extensions, and get your ass out of my house!"


    She gasped. "I''m not going anywhere. I''m your fiancee!"


    "Actually, I''m his fiancee," I said and waved my ring finger in her face.


    "What? Is this some kind of a joke?"


    "No Sharon, this is real."


    "Ethan, you''re leaving me for her? You came up with whole tampering crap to put me out of your house


    so you could be with this... this... this thing!"


    I rolled my eyes again. Was that all she had?


    Ethan pulled me closer to him and wrapped his arm around my waist. "I love this ''thing''," he said as he


    kissed my cheek.


    Sharon was turning red. "Ethan, are you crazy or are you ying this out as a way to get back at me?


    Okay, I admit, I did tamper with the ounts, but only once. I don''t have an excuse for doing it. I just


    wanted to see how well thepany was doing. Baby, I''m sorry, I should have just told you." She


    began to cry.


    "Since when are you interested in thepany''s well being? All you care about is money and fashion.


    You don''t even care about me."


    "That''s not true. Ethan, I love you! I made a mistake and it won''t happen again. I''m sorry!" She fell to


    the floor, weeping.


    I felt bad for her.


    "Get up and get out," he told her.


    "I''m not leaving," she said, shaking her head.


    "Sharon, don''t make me get security. I already said you have one hour to pack up and leave. You know


    I don''t like repeating myself."


    "Ethan this is so unfair to me. I told you I made a mistake. We''re nning our wedding. I brought a


    wedding nner for Christ''s sake!"


    "I don''t give a damn about that. I never told you to bring any wedding nner. We''re not getting


    married. I''m going to marry Emma." He sat behind his desk and took some files from the drawers. He


    threw them at Sharon''s feet. "These look familiar?" he asked as he arched his eyebrows. "I found them


    in one of your suitcases. The files I was looking for. You had them all along."


    "Ethan... I... Please let me..."


    "I''ve been nothing but nice to you, Sharon. You had any and everything you wanted and needed. Why


    would you do something like this? You knew how important those files were to me." He raked his


    fingers through his hair. "Get out before my inner demons are released. I don''t wanna see your face


    anymore. Get the fuck out!"


    She pulled herself off the floor, wiped away her tears and straightened her clothes. She looked at him


    pleadingly.


    Ethan buried his face in my stomach and held me closer to him.


    Sharon opened the door and stepped out.


    "Baby, are you okay?" I asked him, running my fingers through his soft ck hair.


    "Mm," he let out and pulled me onto hisp. He nted kisses on my neck and I giggled like a


    teenager.


    "I love you," I told him, looking into his eyes.


    "I love you too, baby."


    He raised me up and we went out of the office.


    "Lets see if she''s actually packing," I suggested.


    We went up to his room. Sharon was moving from corner to corner and through the closets, gathering


    her belongings and putting stuff it into suitcases. The woman had more suitcases than an airline.


    She looked up at us and shook her head and continued packing. She was muttering to herself and


    cursing under her breath.


    Ethan sat on the bed with a smirk on his face as he looked at her.


    "Oh, you miss something," he pointed.


    She red at him and stuffed her nail polishes in.


    "Should I call you a mover?" I asked remembering when she moved in and all the boxes and suitcases


    she made Halley and I carry upstairs.


    "I already have that covered but thank you," she smiled at me.


    It''s toote to be nice Sharon. Toote. Ethan hates you already!


    "You''ll regret this, Ethan," she said to him but he didn''t respond.


    He got up and pulled me out of the room.


    We went downstairs and into the garage. He took out a set of keys from his pocket and opened the


    door of a ck convertible for me to get in.


    "Where are we going?" I asked as I buckled up.


    "I can''t stand to see her face or be in the house while she''s there. Lets go to the park."


    We drove for half an hour to a supermarket. We walked from aisle to aisle putting snacks and drinks


    into a shopping basket. There was a group of women behind us; they were clearly gossiping about us


    being together. He overheard one of the women saying something terrible about myplexion. He


    stopped in front of them and pulled me into him and kissed me.


    The women stood there wide-eyed and in total silence.


    "You''re crazy," I said as I yfully pushed against his hard chest.


    "Crazy about you," he teased.


    We continued our shopping then headed to a park. Weid on a nket underneath a tree, watching


    some kids y catch with their parents.


    "I can''t wait for this," he said and pulled me between his open legs, my back to his chest.


    "Can''t wait for what?" I asked, knowing exactly what he meant but wanting to hear him say the word.


    "Kids."


    My heart skipped a beat with happiness. I''d always wanted kids. "How many kids do you want?" I


    asked and he let out augh and kissed my neck.


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    "I want my own football team," heughed.


    I elbowed him lightly in his stomach.


    "We''ll have to get started when we get back," he whispered to me, biting lightly on my ear.


    I squirmed as I remembered how hurtful it was at the first time. Would it be so hurtful again?