Hot Coffee (The Hollens) novel Chapter 45

Emma's POV

"Hello, dear. My grandson told me you'll be taking over," Roger's grandmother said once I opened the door. She strolled into my room and sat on the sofa.

"Um, yeah. I'll be starting on Monday. I hope that's alright with you," I said, rubbing the back of my neck. She had caught me off guard.

"Alright, dear. I'm happy. I can finally get some rest around here."

I yawned and she looked at me.

"Oh, you're sleepy. I'll get out of your hair," she said then got on her feet.

"Mrs.—"

"Stones."

"Mrs. Stones, I don't mean to come off rude or disrespectful, but I was just about to go lie down when you came over."

"That's alright, dear. I'll see you around anyway. Have a good nap." 

I headed for the bedroom and fell into a nice, comfortable sleep.

I woke up to a literal pounding on the door. I would be furious at whoever the hell it was; I didn't care if it was a police officer. The pounding woke me up from my sound sleep and caused a mild headache.

"I'm coming!" I yelled, walking quickly to the door. I flung it open with anger.

"You're coming home with me, right now, so get your things," Ethan said, moving past me. 

He looked around, casting his eyes everywhere like a health inspector.

"How did you find me?" I asked, putting my hands on my hip in defiance; I looked up at the wall clock: 7:00 pm.

"Does it matter? I've found you, now, and I'm taking you home."

"I'm not going anywhere, Ethan. You'd better leave." As I said that, he walked up to me. Each step made me heated as he got closer and closer. His manly sweet scent making my hormones spark.

Oh goodness, this man was so taunting, but I needed to make my stand. He cheated on me.

"Emma, I'm not leaving without you so you might as well stop acting like a spoiled child and go get your things."

"Really? Why are you even here? I'm not going anywhere with you. You cheated on me and had the nerve to bring the bitch's panties home with you. I'm not going back to your house and I want you to leave mine."

"I didn't. Emma, let me explain."

"I don't want any explanation about your actions. I've seen enough already. I'm just glad that I haven't walked down the aisle to your lying ass."

"Wow, Emma, are you for real right now? You're happy that you didn't get married to me?"

"Yes, I'm happy. I don't wanna marry you. I don't wanna have any babies by you. I don't want this relationship anymore."

"Is that because of Roger?"

"What? Rog— How do you know about him?"

"Emma, I'm Ethan Hollen. If I don't know something it's because I choose not to know."

Of course. The man has more connections than the president.

"Well, this has nothing to do with him. I'm the one making this decision; there's no influence here."

"Are you certain this is how you want us to end things, Emma?"

Truthfully, I didn't know if I wanted to let him go all together or hold onto him and trust in him. I loved him. He was the first man I'd ever opened up to, and the first in everything. I was speaking from a place of anger and hate. I hated what he did to me— to us. I wouldn't have ever thought about doing something like that to him. I loved him too much—way too much—and I valued him as a person.

"Ethan, I can't... I don't want to... I still love you but it's not going to work...," I stuttered and broke into tears.