6. Union Hotel
1160 Words
“What?” Oliver was shocked for a second. Emma had never directly asked him for money before.
She met his gaze without flinching. “Didn’t you hear me? I need a hundred thousand.”
“For what?” he asked, his voice low with suspicion. The amount didn’t matter—he could write that check in his sleep. But the way she said it… something felt off.
Emma tilted her head, eyes gleaming with a bitter edge.
Emma smiled, masking the pain with sarcasm. “To find myself a boy toy. You want a baby, right? I figured I would get pregnant the old-fashioned way—just not with you.”
“Are you insane?” Oliver snapped. “You expect me to pay for your sick games?”
Emma’s composure cracked, her voice rising with fury. “Sick games? You won’t touch me, but you expect a child? You even brought another man to defile me! So why can’t I find somehow who will touch me, everywhere!”
She trembled with rage, then took a breath, swallowing it all down.
Her tone turned flat. “It’s simple. Either give me the money, or we get divorced.”
She looked away, inspecting her nails like she couldn’t care less.
Oliver scoffed. “A divorce, huh? And how exactly will you pay off your debts without me? You think your pride will cover your mother’s hospital bills? You won't see a penny from me.”
Emma met his gaze coolly. “I have investments. I’ll get a job. It’ll take longer, but I’ll manage.”
Then she leaned in, her voice dropping to a smug whisper. “But you, Mr. Husband, might want to think this through. What happens when your grandfather finds out I divorced you… over your little w***e?”
She smiled sweetly. “Wonder how that will affect your inheritance.”
She knew Oliver was the CEO in name only. William still held onto most of the shares. And in William's eyes, Emma was the perfect wife Oliver could ever have. And if he found out Oliver was cheating behind her back, things could get escalated.
“You…” Oliver was out of words.
How on earth did she learn to manipulate the situation in her favor? She used to be so dull and easy going! Oliver stared at Emma blankly. But today, she seems different.
She never even had a boyfriend before the marriage. A frail mother and debts all he ever saw Emma for.
I investigated her, of course. And now she was looking for an escort? This is insane!
That's right! She never even had a boyfriend. What is this all about then? Is she trying to make me feel jealous? Maybe she had fallen for me after all these years. After all, I am handsome, rich, and what else does a girl like her want in a man?
Oliver smirked, feeding his ego with his own thoughts.
“You? With a man?” He let out a low chuckle. “Good for you. Try to keep him.”
He pulled out his checkbook, scribbled down the amount with practiced ease, tore the cheque, and held it out.
“Here. Have fun.”
Emma took it without hesitation. Then she turned on her heel, heels clicking as she walked away. Just before exiting, she tossed a smile over her shoulder, her voice loud and clear for everyone to hear—
“Thanks, honey. See you at home.”
Shelby stood there shunned, fuming in anger. And Oliver couldn't take his eyes off Emma, while she walked out.
Suddenly, she made him feel intriguing in a way Oliver couldn't quite name.
Emma drove directly to the Union hotel. It was already past six.
Great! I am late!
Emma grew up in strict discipline and hence she was always punctual.
As she walked to the reception to collect the keys, the receptionist mentioned, “the room you have booked has been upgraded. The new room number is 1101. Congratulations, Miss Smith. It's all free of cost.”
Emma was surprised. Union was a four star hotel in the city and a decent room already cost a lot of money. Getting a free update means she was extremely lucky. That too on the top floor of the hotel.
Even luck is with me when I am going down this path, huh! What a surprise. She thought as she took the keys.
She took the elevator and soon she reached the top floor. To her surprise there were only four rooms. Which meant this area was exclusive.
She spotted her room with ease and opened the door using the key card. The light was already on and the soft smell of liquor told her that Damien was already in the room.
As she walked inside the room, she saw Damien lounging on a couch. Two of the buttons of his shirt were open. He looked a bit relaxed and devilishly handsome.
“You are late, Miss Smith. And I don't like waiting,” Damien’s rich velvet voice brought a shiver down her spine.
But Emma kept her expression steady and walked closer, “I generally come late. So you may as well practice patience, Damien.”
Damien stared at her baby blue eyes. A mischievous smile was tugging along her lips. This woman!
If it were anyone else uttering those words, I would have killed her by now. Then why am I enjoying her defiance suddenly? Damien thought in his head.
Emma sat on the sofa, and handed him a file, “here, sign it.”
“Oh, what is it?” Damien quickly read through it and laughed out loud.
“A contract?” Damien asked. “So you are serious, huh?”
I am the one who always makes others sign contracts. And now, this woman has the guts to make me sign one. Huh! Damien laughed.
Damien continued, reading out loud, “no pictures, no videos. No digging into personal life. No public attention. Interesting. Did you write it yourself?”
Emma was taken aback. She couldn’t afford to have a lawyer to draft it so she googled and put down whatever she thought made sense in her case.
“What if I did?” She challenged. “Now, sign it.”
Damien didn't take the pen, instead he leaned over. Emma flinched for a second, backing down. To her wonder, Damien cradled her face gently, and looked into her eyes that took her breath away.
What is he doing? Is he gonna kiss me? But shouldn't we sign the contract first?
Thousands of thoughts clouded her head when she felt Damien touching her lips with his thumb. Then, he let go of Emma, and with a smile, he pressed the thumb down on the paper. Realization startled Emma again. He used her lipstick to press a thumb print on the document as his signature.
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