Chapter 114

Chase's POV 

It's the first time I'd been without Emma in a minute. 

As I reentered, I wondered what else there was to do. I'd spent my days for almost a week, loving her. It's all I really wanted to do. 

I wanted to make it a paradise for the both of us. I wanted our little happy family. 

I wanted peace, I wanted love. I need something to convince me that going to MIT, traveling across the states, when I really needed to be close to my dad, for some reasons… 

 "Hey." I was so excited to see Lily's text. 

I literally begged her to keep me on the loop. I wanted to know how things were going with Emma and her. 

 "Just leaving the clothes store." She texted again. 

I just liked her text, ready to get on with other things. 

 "This Kevin guy…" I swear my heart beat doubled, my eyes dilated, all the blood in my body ran straight to my head, I felt my head pumping. 

What the fuck was he doing here? I never gave him much of an audience while he pulled that bullcrap. So I don't think I understand why any of us ever have to see him again. 

I felt really angry and pissed on Emma's behalf. She shouldn't have to see him, 

Good for me, he was obviously bad memory for her, and I wanted it to remain that way. 

He was a fucking dwit, who should know his position. 

 "What happened?!" I texted Lily back. Heaven knows I was really at the verge of calling her, but I thought against it, cause Emma would've most likely been near, and I didn't want to expose her. 

 "Later. No neEd to be scAred." She texted back. I knew she must've been in a hurry or driving or something. 

All sorts of thoughts began passing through my mind. 

I wanted to get Emma out of Arizona. Maybe we really should go to MIT together, start a life. If I ever chose Harvard over her, I knew I'd lose her. 

I pinched myself, cautioning myself. I was tapping my legs so hard I could chip pieces of the tiles off, but that was just how bitter I was. 

I needed to protect Emma, and myself. 

I had a million ideas, but I needed her to be back first. It'd been about three hours since they left, and I knew they were gonna be home in less time. 

Maybe a fancy dinner, a home date is what we needed. 

I went online, and got a million inspos for a dinner date decoration, and I settled for the one I could fix before they got back. 

I got into my car and drove to a store that sold those types of things. 

After enduring harrowingly embarrassing looks from drooling women, I made my way to the counter with a pack of scented candles, soap for a bubble bath, some decor and card, a pack of condoms just so I could experience the look on her face as she finds it ridiculous. I got some essential oil diffuser, a red tablecloth, and a flower vase too. 

I raced back home, to put my decorations in order, and I ordered some food. 

I really didn't pay attention to those, so I just got a lot of different stuff. 

My plan was to have it in the room so she doesn't see it as soon as she gets into the house, but then, I'd not get to enjoy the thrill of sweeping her off her feet and tugging at her lips as we stumble up the stairs, crazed with thirst for each other's bodies. 

I set it up in the dining room, clearing out every other unnecessary decoration. 

I cursed myself for not framing those pictures of her that I found so cute. 

It was around 4pm, and the mood was set. 

I had carefully arranged the unscented candles around the table, while the scented ones stayed somewhere in the background. I didn't want it to be too much. 

I already also prepared the bath, with candles around, it was so sensual, I'd begun to get a boner from just imagining how sexy Emma would look under the red lights. 

Last thing on my list was my appearance. I decided to go for something less formal, but still sexy. 

A red silk shirt, with its first two buttons left out, and a sexy leather pant did it. 

If I were gay, I swear I'd be crushing on myself. It wasn't complete yet though. I put on my Cubans, one for my neck and one on my wrist. 

I wore a cologne my dad got me on one of his"vacations". It was a Dior, limited edition, and smelt like one. They were never on sale. Available for only the minority, and that meant my Dad and I. 

I heard the honk of Lily's car, right after I threw them on. 

I'd look so ridiculous going out like that. And it's not something I even wanted Lily to know. 

I watched the two ladies as they stepped out of the car. Lily headed to the boot to fetch their stuff. As expected, it was a whole fucking lot, and I felt like a proud man. I was with my phone for most of the day which was probably why I didn't remember getting a debit alert. 

Emma shoved something into what I thought to be her bra, maybe because of the stuff she was about to log in. 

Lily handed her quite a number of bags, and I enjoyed watching her hair sway as she made her way to the front doorstep. 

Lily appeared to have received a call after which she dropped Emma's stuff on the lawn, ran to her and kissed her forehead in a hurry before getting in her car and dashing out. 

I literally felt like the world's happiest man. 

I took one last look at myself, straightening my leather pants and my stubborn dick in it, before sprinting downstairs. 

The surprise on Emma's face as she threw the door open validated every effort I put into it. It was priceless, pure joy!