The Emma Series

Diablo is in no mood today for anyone’s xxxx. He slept like xxxx, but what’s new.

The redhead he left in her bed (he refuses to let anyone sleep with him or go home with him) in the early hours of the morning was absolutely xxxx in bed and he wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.

He had important meetings today and he really needed to prepare and sleep. As per usual sleep evaded him and he ended up working until five before going to the gym situated in his building for his convenience of course.

At least there he found some release to the tension he had.

Emma, beautiful ignorant Emma, sleep would just not come.

She had an important job interview the next day but her friend, Carly was out partying the entire night, bringing the party back to their Condo making sleep absolutely impossible.

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If Carly’s shenanigans result in her losing one more thing there will be xxxx to pay. I am a 23-year-old woman who cannot decide whether to be elated or sad. Today is one of the best and worst days of my life.

This is a huge achievement for me. I have worked very hard for this and given up quite a lot in the process.

I am one of a handful of students that will be graduating today with a double major from NYU. An MBA combined with an MS in Accounting, and my parents will not be here to see it.

C’est la vie.

I get dressed in plain black trousers, a white button-up blouse and my flat black shoes with minimal make-up.

My long black hair cascades down my back with a curl here and there almost reaching my xxx.

Sometimes I feel like cutting it because styling it is such an irritation but Carly, my best friend, keeps saying it is my best feature.

Carly and I met at Uni, she is my age and barely graduating today. She absolutely loves to party and hates studying.

Her parents are super rich, God knows what they do but whatever she asks for, she gets.

Whatever Carly does she does with great gusto, whether it is partying or picking the right outfits boy oh boy she nails it. Today is no different.

She is dressed in a sleek, very short black cocktail dress with extremely high heels. As always all the men’s eyes will be on her once she takes off the graduation gown.

I sound like a very jealous friend but I am truly not. I know I have charisma, or so I have been told but Carly, she makes heads turn.

“Carly we have to leave, we are going to be late for our own graduation for goodness sake.”

“Coming B. She decided to call me a snobbish xxxxx after we first met but decided that it is too long to pronounce, every time she spoke to me, now it is just B.

Short for xxxxx-said with love of course, or so she says.

We grab our handbags, caps, gowns and run to her black BMW M3.

“Punch it, Carly, we are going to be late!”

Carly did not need to be told twice. She always drives like a maniac and I permanently scold her like a mother hen but I do not want to miss anything today.

We are meeting our friends Rick, Cody, Mario, and Carly’s current xxxx buddy Cashè at the ceremony. We decided long ago that it is best to have mostly guy friends.

What can I say, women can be xxxxxxx sometimes we are full of drama and backstabbing if something doesn’t go our way. Carly is sassy enough for ten women and her aura screams confidence.

I know coming from little prissy old me it sounds hypocritical but our little click works like a well-oiled machine. If one of the guys meets someone we are always polite while it lasts but it never does.

Let’s just say they are all players and both Carly and I had to step in on more than one occasion as a fake “new” girlfriend in order to help the guys get rid of them. xxxx them and leave them – that’s their motto.

On the drive to the ceremony, Carly decides to touch up her make-up as per usual swerving left and right as she goes. Luckily I am used to it by now.

After twenty minutes, which seems like an hour with her almost killing us twice, we finally arrive at the campus.

Neither I nor Carly could find the guys so we decide to just take our seats as the ceremony was about to start anyway and just meet up afterward.

We had planned to meet up at our Condo at 6 pm for drinks and snacks before going to a club to celebrate our graduation. I hate parties, never mind clubs.

I can count the number of times I partied and went clubbing on one hand, juggling a double major and part-time work and all. I know deep down that these were just excuses for me to stay at home and study.

I am so deep in thought that I almost miss my name being called “Emma Taylor, MBA and an MS in Accounting.” I block out the remaining words the Chancellor was saying because I hate any form of attention on me.

I went on stage, literally grabbed my degrees, and stormed off the stage.

Carly being Carly made sure all eyes were on her and flaunted her flawless beauty.

We met at her BMW after the ceremony, shrieking in excitement that we finally graduated, got in her car, and drove to the mall to go shopping for our dresses for tonight.

This was going to be a long-xxx day, I loathe shopping more than I do clubbing

“Urgh, Carly, can we please, please get out of here now? You have tried on at least 20 dresses, we have been here almost 2 hours and all you have done is try on dresses”

Knowing Carly we still need to get matching shoes, lingerie, etc., the list goes on. Carly huffs and glares at me, so I try a different approach…

“You look drop-dead gorgeous in the navy cocktail dress, it hugs all your curves and shows off your long tanned legs plus it brings out your blue eyes.”

“Really? Do you think so? Do you think Cashè will like it?”

“Since when do you actually care if he likes you in something, he just likes to take your clothes off-right?”

I am a bit caught off guard with her question seeing that they have been xxxx buddies since God knows when, non-exclusive might I add, and now she cares if he will like a specific dress… something is up.

“Carly, spill- now!” I demand.

“You know B, I have been thinking, maybe Cashè could be more than just, you know good for sex?”

I stare at her as if she has grown horns. “Seriously? Are you telling me that now, all of a sudden, THE Carly is starting to have feelings for a man?”

“B- you can really be such a xxxxx sometimes.”

I look at my watch and see it is already 5 pm. We can finish this conversation later. I grab the navy dress and my plain black one and usher her to the cashier.

She offers to pay for both dresses but I decline- as always- we pay and literally run to her BMW we are so going to be late.

We just finish off our hair and make-up before the men arrive, loud as ever and already tipsy.

We started drinking champagne and beers and before long we were standing in front of Bijoux, one of the best clubs in town and the hardest to get into.

The queue is long but knowing Carly, she has a plan to get us in without having to stand outside for too long. I think she is scared I might start to sober up and leave because I hate this sort of thing.

In a blink of an eye, she starts walking to the entrance, swaying her hips seductively. She smiles at the bouncer and just like that we were all inside the club.

My first reaction was holy xxxx it is stunning. The inside of the club looks like something out of a magazine.

The style, decor, and even the scantily clad women and men dancing in cages were perfectly placed to give an ambiance of perfection.

Carly pulls me to the bar and orders shots for everyone. We both know the guys will only be with us for a short while before hooking up with random women.

Carly sees Cashè talking to another girl and orders four shots each for the two of us. I am going to get so wasted.

A bottle of champagne is placed in front of us by the bartender, leaving us staring at him with wide eyes. He is good-looking, blue eyes, brown hair, nice toned body and he looks amazing dressed all in black.

He openly stares at Carly and says “On the house.” I don’t think I have ever seen her blush, maybe it is the alcohol or the lights in the club, but no, she is blushing.

I pop the cork and we finish the bottle in less than twenty minutes leaving the both of us more than tipsy.

I feel like dancing and having some fun. I pull Carly to the dance floor and we both let the music take over our bodies.

Whiskey glxxx in hand, roaming the dance floor with my sea-green eyes, bored out of my xxxxxxx mind.

My eyes land on a tall, black-haired beauty swaying her hips to the beat of the music, completely ignorant of all the men staring at her. Is she just oblivious to their stares or does she like it? I wonder to myself.

Luis, my trusted friend and bodyguard, had me come to the club tonight to handle some business.

Now that that is sorted he is standing in my office on the second floor looking through the glxxx at all the clubbers dancing and drinking.

I was bored until I spotted her. I have never seen such a beautiful woman in my life.

I beckon Luis closer to show him who I am staring at. “I want to meet her, make it happen,” I say pointing at the beauty on the dance floor.

“Yes, boss.”

I continue watching her as she moves her body freely without a care in the world.

I see her full lips and wonder if she is also as fake as xxxx like the rest of my ex xxxxs, because neither her full lips nor her plump breasts can be real, can they?

I watch Luis speak to the ladies using his best panty-drop smile to get them to the VIP room. I wonder what excuse he will come up with this time…

After what feels like hours, Luis leads them together with a few guys to one of the upstairs VIP rooms.

When Luis enters my office his smile goes wider than I have ever seen.

“Boss, you will not believe it but Emma is xxxxxxx stunning.”

“Tell me,” I growl impatiently.

“She is 23, both of them graduated today, she has an MBA as well as an MS in Accounting. She might be the one to solve our business problems, boss.”

I ponder over this for a few seconds before making my way to the VIP room. This is going to be so much fun.

This must be our lucky day. Seriously, first, we graduate and now we are invited by the owner of the club to go to the VIP room.

I know for a fact that a VIP room for a night is not cheap. I worked in a club before but nothing this fancy and the prices were astounding.

We all sit down, opening the champagne that was already on the table. I see a table with food and stumble-walk towards it.

I take a plate and start piling food on it, xxxx you would think it has been days instead of hours since I have eaten. When I turn around I walk straight into something or rather someone.

When I feel a hand steadying me, I look up and almost drown in a pair of sea-green eyes. His whiskey breath mingled with his decadent scent has me intoxicated.

xxxx! This is not going to end well.