Rick's POV
Pulling away from her, I sank into the couch. The air smelled of sweat and sex.
My chest heaved, and my heart felt heavy. I had lost count of how many times I came, but it was something I never thought would happen.
Emilia sat beside me, her arms wrapped around her naked body, her lips swollen from the impact of all the rough kisses.
Her breathing filled the room, heavy, hardened, still caught up in the moment.
"I've always known you were mine," she said, and I turned to look at her.
"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.
"You can't just throw me away like I mean nothing. I've been your comfort, everything you ever needed in a woman," she said, her eyes locked on mine, cold and unreadable.
I looked away, my heart growing heavier. The room suddenly felt tight, suffisticating, like the walls were closing in, bringing back anger that stirred inside my heart.
I stood up, quietly picked up my clothes littered on the floor, and walked toward the stairs. I paused, her words still echoed in my head.
I turned to her, and a faint smile curved on her lips as her gaze remained fixed on me.
"Sign the damn divorce papers before I come back down, or…" I held back my words and walked upstairs.
She said nothing. She didn't argue. But my heart still felt pulled toward her. Something inside me stirred, something dark.
I continued towards my room, dropping my clothes over the clothes basket and rushing over to the washroom.
The cold water from the shower ran from my head down my body, sending shivers down my spine.
I took a deep breath under the icy shower, my mind lingered on what had just happened. The water kept dropping on my skin, resting in ever layer, but the cold couldn't wash away the bitter feeling in my heart.
I closed my eyes, but it did nothing to calm the storm raging inside me.
Emilia and her father were both heck.
I quickly turned off the shower, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around my waist. The sound of my room door opening caught my attention, and I rushed out of the bathroom.
"That was unfair. You went to freshen up and left me behind. Or didn't you enjoy our moment together?" Emilia spat, but I stared at her with cold eyes.
"What are you doing in my room? Haven't I warned you never to set foot in this room again?" I barked, but couldn't control. I moved over, dragged her out of the room despite her resistance.
"Go to your damn room and freshen up, then make sure to sign the papers before I get down," I shouted, shutting the door behind.
My anger could no longer contain, as I collapsed onto the bed. My mind ran in circles. My hands clutched to my jaw.
My heart still tugged at me.
I felt I had made a huge mistake. I felt I wouldn't have let her have her way. I felt all that's happened couldn't just be the end of it all.
"Damn it," I muttered under my breath as I took a deep breath, relaxing my nerves slightly and moving over to the wardrobe.
The beeping of my phone stopped me in my tracks, my heart raced in my chest.
My gaze widened at the screen, distance away. I braced myself and picked up the phone, a slight ease creeping into place when I identified the caller.
"Sir, the secretary of Sterling Hospitals called. The deal was confirmed and the meeting is in Italy, two weeks from now," Sam, my personal secretary, spoke.
"Nice, that's great news. Make all arrangements for the flight and everything necessary to see to the success of the trip," I ordered over the phone and dropped it back on the bed.
My heart screamed excitedly at the news. A slot at Sterling Hospitals has always been the dream. More like a dream come true.
I hurried into my clothes, and soon I was already at the door of my room, stepping out.
The air around the passageway seemed to bring back the old sense of dread hovering in my heart. Cold. Sharp.
I was walking towards the steps, when I heard Emilia's voice from her room, she seemed to be with someone on a phone call.
Somehow I wanted to stop by to listen to her conversation, my instinct tugging at me.
Hesitantly, I pulled my ears over the door, and then I heard it. My heart skipped a beat instantly.
"Yes, make sure to do a clean job. I want everything perfect. This should be her last breath on the earth and…"
I pushed the door open, rushing over towards her without thinking, my arms dragging the phone off her hands and smashed it against the wall.
The sound of it breaking echoed through the room. I grabbed her by the neck, my arms wrapped around, squeezing tighter with every muscle as the fear and anger built inside me.
Her gaze widened, her hands clawing at mine, struggling to break free.
"Y…you'll pay for this if anything happens to me," she gasped.
My gaze slowly losing its shine as her hands slowly lost strength, reeling off the struggles. Her skin gradually turning pale. The duvet wrapped around her body dropped to the floor. Her entire body going limp.
My heart quickened, the effect of my reaction pulling on me. The fear of the consequences hit my heart heavy like a hammer.
I let go slowly, and she fell back onto the bed, clutching her neck with weak hands, a twisted smile forming on her pale face as she stared at me.
I stood frozen. Confusion shredding every part of my being. My heart racing drastically in my chest.
What had she turned me into? I looked away, because looking at her only made my anger flare.
She let out a faint, mocking laugh and coughed. I turned back, my fists tightening, my jaw clenched.
She lifted up her wrist and glanced at her watch, then turned her gaze towards me. "Ding dong," she whispered, then glanced again at the ticking seconds.
"1, 2, 3… done," she spat. Her fingers snapped on cue to that word, 'done.'
Her gaze darkened in the most frightening manner. The scariest I'd ever seen.
And my heart raced, unsure of what happens next…