Blackmailed
568 Words
Michael smiled, wrapping his pinky finger around the twins' as he promised, "I'll come home tonight." As he watched Samantha disappear into the distance, his gaze drifted back to the luxurious mansion across town.
Inside his luxurious mansion.
Emily's voice dripped with sweetness. "Good job, Xander. You were perfect last night...and this morning."
Xander's eyes flashed with anger, but Emily's fingers played on his bare chest, her eyes locked on his. The memory of their passionate encounter still lingered, and Xander's skin crawled with disgust.
"I'm done being blackmailed," Xander spat, storming out of the room, trying to shake off the feeling of Emily's touch.
Emily chuckled, grabbing a glass of wine. "Just a drop and Michael will fall asleep. Then, I'll stage everything."
As she spiked the drink, a screeching vehicle outside snapped her back to attention. She quickly applied makeup, then destroyed it, making herself look like she'd cried.
Downstairs, she ordered a maid to mess up her room, then exchanged the spiked drink with an opened wine. When Michael arrived, she sat on the floor, forcing out tears.
Michael raised an eyebrow, his face twisted in disgust. "You're something else, Emily," he said, his tone laced with contempt. "What do you gain from all these?"
Emily wiped her tears, her hands trembling. "I knew there was no other way to win your attention."
Michael snorts, moving closer, "I only engaged you because I felt bad she moved on with an Italian man. I only used you to get her off my mind, but still,l, you aren't doing your job."
Emily's face crossed in confusion. "She?" She said beneath her breath, knowing he was referring to Samantha. Her act dropped and her heart pounded in her chest. "She's back?" She couldn't hide her inner turmoil.
Michael noticed a change in Emily's expression but he saw that as a sign of jealousy. He walked into his room, "Go to your room." He ordered, his head hurting as he remembered news about the Italian man and Samantha. She even gave birth to the so-called Italian man.
"Michael, " Emily said seductively, trying to linger her finger on his skin, but he yelled at her before she could, "Get out."
Emily's finger and immediately she walked out, Michael banged the door. "What was that? Why did I act like that with those kids," he wondered.
The maid came in and poured him wine as usual. That's what he had always asked for whenever he was stressed.
Xander walked into the room as Michael ordered. "You didn't tell me that Samantha got pregnant again after the miscarriage and bared twins "Xander's mouth opened, words refusing to emit, "I...I..."
"Forget that! I need you to get that w***e out of my house early tomorrow. She gets on my nerves all the time." Michael ordered and gestured for Xander to leave.
Xander took a slight bow before he walked out.
Michel took a sip of the wine and couldn't stop thinking about Samantha, "She moved on so quickly," he thought, remembering the kids. In no second, he slept off.
The next morning, Michael woke up seeing Emily in an intimate position close to him. He jerked at first, trying to remember what had happened last night but he couldn't remember. The more he tried, his head ached.
Emily yawned at Michael's slight touch, a wide smile on her face. "You awake already?"
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