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“Talk about what? The fact that you got everything, and I got a few pieces of jewellery.” I snigger and shake my head. “You know he told me all those years ago that if I didn’t do as I was told I’d get nothing. Back then I thought it was idle threats, but stupid me for thinking that. If my father was anything, a liar he definitely was not!” The beeps sound as I press the key fob and I stomp over to my car.
“Emily. Please wait.” There’s annoyance lacing his tone, so I carry on.
When I reach my car, my body sags as my forehead falls against the roof, sighing tiredly. “I really thought he’d changed…” My voice a little softer as I air my question. Lifting my head back up, I open the door and turn back to him. “You’ve got everything that you wanted now, Troy. The whole of my father’s legacy, I hope you enjoy it. I don't want money; I never even wanted the business, but everything I’ve tried to make up for the last couple of years was for… for nothing.” My emotions get the best of me and my voice breaks. “I just wanted his acceptance…” Lifting my hands to my face, I hide away as the tears shed uncontrollably. “Everything you’ve ever done since I met you has been backhanded. You made me want you, you made me think we had something…” I shouted angrily, pushing out the words that I’ve held inside for so long with heavy breaths. I stand upright whirling back around to face him I don’t care who hears or who’s around but that makes him charge across the tarmac until he’s standing in front of me. “And now you have my inheritance.” I lower my voice as the air leaves my lungs and I feel utterly defeated. “I really thought we’d made some sort of headway.”
“I haven’t got everything though, have I?” His voice raises, he winds his fingers in a firm grip around my nape and tugs me forward until my forehead hits his chest. I fit so perfectly under his chin, but I’m weak and hurt, too broken to tell him not to touch me. I need something, anything. I want to feel. Just this once.
His hand works from the back of my neck and into my hair cradling my head in his hand, silently crying as he holds me. “Shh,” he soothes gently. His other hand slips between us and lifts my head up to cup my face, his thumbs brushing beneath my eyes clearing the wetness from my skin. “It’s okay, Em.” His breaths turn heavy and as much as I try to fight it, I find myself inching further towards him. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I
shouldn’t want this as much as I do, I know it’s so wrong. Then our bodies touch, and like a jolt of electricity, it ignites that old spark we always had between us, like two live wires as they touch; we always have been. His hand tightens into my hair, our breaths mingle and his head dips while his lips capture mine, and soon I’m lost in Troy Parker again.
CHAPTEREIGHT
TROY
Her lips are just as good as I remembered, and I can’t get enough of her. Tightening my arms around her lithe body, I take full advantage, pushing my tongue into her hot, wet mouth, and slide it alongside hers. A quiet groan sounds from the back of her throat and I take that as my cue to carry on. With every slip of our tongues against the other, I devour her. Drink her in until my thirst is quenched enough to let her go. Only after this I have no intention of letting her go again. Not this time. She meets the firmness of my lips with a ferocity of her own fisting her hands around the lapels of my jacket. It’s not long before my dick is solid inside my boxers and pushing against the zip of my trousers. A growl from deep in my throat escapes as I push her back against the car. I’m so lost inside my own head, so full of Emily and her luscious lips and that sexy fucking body pressing against mine, that I don’t feel her trying to push me away. Sweeping my one hand up her back, my other hand tightens in her hair, keeping her exactly where I need her, not able to stop now that I've started.
She flattens her palms against my chest, and soon I feel myself being shifted away. “Troy,” she breathes, “no. I can’t.” I come to my senses instantly when I hear her pleas. “Troy. I can’t…” Shoving me hard, I let her go. My hands flying up in front of me in defence. “I can’t do this.” I rock backwards on my heels while gasping for air. Emily pants too, her breathing mirroring my own. She looks fucking sexy as hell standing against the car with her swollen lips and a slight flush in her cheeks. Her sapphire eyes sparkle with need and desire, while her gaze burns into mine as if she’s in a trance. “I… I have to go. I’ll be in touch about my inheritance and when I can pick it up.” Her head shakes as she turns around, opening her car door.
As she moves to slide inside, I shoot my arm out to stop her. I can’t let her leave yet. As I grasp the top of the door, she sighs glancing back at me. “You don’t have to schedule an appointment Emily, it’s your family home…”
“Which you inherited.” She snaps back cutting me off. I can’t decipher the look in her eyes, I’m unsure if she’s angry, upset or even disappointed. If it was me, I’d be angry as fuck. Pushing my hand from the door she slips into the driver’s seat. “Em, come back to the house. You can grab your mother’s things and we can talk this over. Maybe we can come to some arrangement.”
“No thanks.” She reaches out and grips the handle to pull the door closed but I stop it again.
“Why not? If you don't do it today, you’ll have to do it another day.” I challenge her with my eyes. “Well?”
Pushing her lips into a pout, she twists to the side… Fuck me, she is gorgeous. Even more so now than the last time I saw her.
“Fine. I’ll meet you back there.”
I nod and step back, closing the door for her. I want her to look at me again, just a glance will do, but I get nothing. I want to see the desire swimming in her eyes that I saw not too long ago. She keeps her eyes forward staring through the windscreen as she starts the engine. As I get lost in my own head, she drives past me. I catch the back of her car as she pulls off the car park.
I feel like a total dick. I don’t regret kissing her, but now I just want her even more. If I thought Emily Lancaster hated me when we were younger, then she hates me even more now.
Tugging my car keys from my trouser pocket, I spin them around my finger then head towards my own car, pressing my key fob as I reach it. The beeps sound and I climb into my black Range Rover Sport pulling into the lunchtime traffic, and head back to the Lancaster estate.
It doesn’t take long to get back, and as I pull into the long driveway, Emily’s Audi is parked out the front. I pull up behind her car and go inside in search of her. I eventually find her in Mitch’s study, standing in front of the painting that hangs on his wall. It’s a painting of a girl wrapped in her father’s arms. Emily hands are planted over her mouth, her wide eyes fixed upwards on the canvas that’s hanging on the wall.
As I stand a fraction behind her, she glances back briefly before putting her eyes back on the wall in front of us.
“Thi…” She stutters, the emotion clogging her voice. “…This is mine. I painted this.” Shock takes over as she briefly glances sideways at me. “But…” Her jaw tenses briefly as her gaze goes back to the painting. “I don't understand.”
I shoved my hands into my pockets to stop myself from touching her. “What is there to understand, Emily?”
“All the times we met for lunch and for dinner, he never once told me he was proud of me. If he wasn’t proud of what I’d achieved, then why would he buy one of my paintings? It was like he couldn’t get the words out. All I wanted to hear was those few words.”
All self-preservation was over. I hate hearing her so defeated. With a split-second decision I go back on my plan to not touch her and place my hand on her shoulder. She doesn’t push me away or even shrug my hand from her, so I move closer. “Come with me, I think you need to see something.”
She turns to me, her brows pinched together making an adorable V between her eyes. I don’t need to check to see if she’s following me as I walk from the room, I feel her behind me. Unlocking my office door, I hold it open for her as she follows me inside, where even more of her paintings are hanging. Her loud gasp hits me right in the heart. I don’t say anything as her gaze flicks between them, instead I take her by the hand and lead her into the lounge, where another of her paintings hangs over the fireplace.
She stops, tearing her hand from mine blinking and shaking her head. There is confusion lining her face. “Why are you showing me these?” As I turn to look at her, she wipes a tear from her eyes.
“I want to show you that you did mean something to him, and how proud he was of you. He was just the kind of man that couldn’t show his feelings.” Her nostrils flare as she tries to push her tears back.
“Erm,” she blinks rapidly, “do you have the trunk. I need to get home.”
“Don’t go yet. Have a drink with me?”I ask hoping that we’ve at least melted the iceberg that’s separating us.
