Chapter 18


    Chapter 19: Chapter Eighteen


    Emma


    ''''I''m starting to think that you are everywhere,'''' Emery says towards Evelyn, who is currently standing at


    the door with her eyes squinting at him—probably not bothered to give a damn.


    ''''Oh my god! Who did your hair?'''' She walks towards me, her eyes widening at my braider hair;


    touching it after pushing Emery off the bed so that she''ll be able to be on the bed with me, not wanting


    her brother to be on the bed with us.


    ''''Excuse me?'''' Emery stands up.


    ''''You''re excused,'''' She nces at him for a few seconds before mumbling a few things that I can''t really


    catch up—but mostlyplimenting my hair. I turn to look up at Emery, seeing him rolling his eyes;


    pretending to rip her throat off without her knowledge as he makes his way towards me.


    He stands in front of Evelyn, making her raise an eyebrow; stopping touching my hair immediately. By


    the way she looks at him, it seems like she wants him out of the room and just let us have some girl


    talk. Then again, Emery doesn''t seem like he care.


    ''''You''re looking at him,'''' He points at himself.


    Evelynughs loudly which surprises me slightly as I smile—watching the two argue. She stops


    throw the nearest object from him which is the pillow directly towards her head.


    ''''Get out of my room,'''' He says.


    ''''Oh, it''s on!'''' She stands up.


    The both of them start to stare at each other before grabbing onto the pillows and attacking one


    another—making me yelp as I fall down onto the floor;ughing at their childish behaviour. They are


    standing on the bed with pillows hitting each other''s bodies and heads, making a whole lot of noise.


    All of a sudden, Evelyn shoves Emery down the bed, making him fall onto the ground with a loud thud;


    causing the three of us to stare widely at each other—afraid if we might wake up the rest of the people


    in this castle. When we hear noisesing from the door, we immediately turn to look.


    The door pushes open, revealing Genevieve.


    ''''She started it!'''' Emery points at his sister and she rolls her eyes in annoyance; before he drops his


    head onto the ground once more—breathing heavily while I justy on my stomach, using my elbows


    and forearms to support my body.


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    ''''Evelyn, get to your room.'''' She says.


    ''''Yeah, get to your room.'''' He throws another pillow.


    Evelyn responds back by roughly throwing the pillow straight onto his crouch, making him groan loudly


    in pain but Genevieve and Evelyn just exit the room after rolling their eyes. I continue to look at him—


    seeing that he''s closing his eyes, ''''You''re pretending.'''' I mutter.


    He opens his eyes, looking directly at me as he sits up straight; his hair are in different directions,


    messily making him much more attractive. I take this moment as a moment that I shall appreciate by


    continuing to stare at him without even caring if he might ask me to piss off. That''s what they say it.


    ''''I needed a little bit of attention,'''' He chuckles, standing up and picking up the pillows on the ground


    before throwing them on the bed. Then, heys onto the bed, sighing deeply.


    I immediately join him byying next to him, focusing onto his face; seeing that he has his eyes closed


    again as he tries to control his breathings. My lips curve up into a small smile, liking how he hasn''t


    shaved today which leads him to having a light stubble.


    ''''Sleep with me,'''' He breathes.


    To my surprise, he starts to pull me by the waist—making my bodyy down on the bed as he snuggles


    closer; hugging me tightly. In our current position, I can feel him breathing down my neck which causes


    me to stay still, wanting him to just stay near me and have his arms around me.


    I turn around so that I would be facing him before wrapping my arms around his body and snuggling


    even closer towards him—so it''s two of us wrapping our arms around one another. He pulls the


    I am awaken by the sun shining brightly through the windows, making me turn to see Emery sleeping


    soundly without even bothered by the sunlight. He has one of his hand on my waist while the other


    near his head—still facing me but I move a lot in my sleep, it''s not a surprise to find my back facing


    him.


    He moves slightly in his sleep when I slowly remove his hand from my waist in order for me to get up,


    getting ready for the day. Once he has faced the other side, I quickly make my way towards the


    bathroom—undressing myself and enjoy a warm shower after cleansing my skin and brushing my


    teeth, feeling all fresh and clean.


    When I step out of the bathroom, I find him still sleeping in the same position so it''s easier for me to run


    towards the walk-in closet without caring that he''ll start making noises from seeing me in my towel. I


    choose a loose blouse and a pair of dark skinny jeans,pleting with ts.


    I head downstairs when I''m done.


    Genevieve and Evelyn are having breakfast outside as they enjoy the sun so I make my way towards


    them and as soon as they saw me, they start to wave.


    ''''How did you sleep, dear?'''' Genevieve asks.


    ''''I slept well, what about you?''''


    ''''Oh dear. Not so good. Evelyn was babbling all night long about her ns to travel this weekend. She


    has been bugging me that I couldn''t even sleep,'''' She replies before ncing at Evelyn; who''s taking a


    bite of her well-cooked pancakes.


    ''''Where do you n on travelling?'''' I ask her.


    ''''I don''t know yet. Got any ideas?''''


    Knowing Evelyn—she has been travelling to different countries ever since she was gone; that''s what


    Emery said to me. She likes travelling because for her, life is too short to be mopping and repeating the


    same thing everyday so by travelling, she gets to see and learn new things. That''s what she wants to


    achieve in life.


    Bing her princess has really slipped her mind, she doesn''t want to do her duties; goes the same


    with Emery—the two of them really want to run away from their responsibilities. That''s quite a bonus for


    Evelyn, she''s not the next in line for the throne unless Emery and I fail to have a child—she''ll be the


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    one to rule.


    Why am I even talking about having a child?


    ''''You''ve been everywhere. I don''t really know,'''' I say and she chuckles; sipping onto her cup of tea.


    ''''I haven''t been to Mount Everest but you got a point there. You should try and travel with me whenever


    you want because it''s just a great experience,'''' She smiles; thinking of the adventures she had.


    One of the maids ce a te full of pancakes in front of me and I thank her by smiling before taking a


    bite of it—instantly loving the taste. They taste good, especially with the blueberry jam.


    ''''It''s not just the new things that you get to learn but the people that you get to meet—those hot men.


    They are very wild when ites to adventures,'''' She winks at me; making meugh as she joins me


    afterwards.


    ''''Of course, it''s always the men.'''' Genevieve mutters.


    ''''Speaking of men, your man is up.'''' Evelyn points at Emery who is currently walking towards us; seeing


    that he has showered and all ready as if he''s heading somewhere—I take my chance to stare at him


    until he reaches us which will probably take ten minutes if he keeps on walking like a model, that''s for


    sure.


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    ''''Good morning,'''' He says, standing beside me.


    Then, he leans in, pecking onto my cheek which leaves Evelyn smiling widely as she holds onto her


    cup; and Genevieve starts to wink at her—sending signals.


    ''''Morning,'''' I respond back.


    ''''Are you heading somewhere, Emery?'''' Genevieve asks, looking directly at her son before I look up at


    him; seeing that he is currently looking down at me.


    ''''Well, I''m taking Emma out. It''s not like I have anything to do today anyway,'''' He replies; grabbing onto


    my hand as he lifts me up—after pushing Evelyn slightly and making her throw her flip flops towards


    him which he dodges sessfully.


    ''''Have a nice day, you two.'''' The queen says.


    We start to walk back inside the castle, making the servants bow as they are a little bit busy this


    morning. Emery keeps on holding onto my hand until we reach the garage; my eyes widen at the


    amount of cars in here, leaving me speechless. We continue to walk towards a ck matte Maserati.


    Holy sweet cheeks of macaroni and cheese.


    Holy sweet cheeks of macaroni and cheese


    ''''Get in,'''' He says.


    I do as told and as soon as I enter the car, I am left to mesmerise the interior. Truth be told, I''ll be riding


    a cab every single day back in New York because well, I don''t think cars are important but now, I want


    one.


    He starts to drive out of the garage, exiting the castle and pressing harder onto the gas pedal; making


    the car go forward a little bit faster. I turn to look at the windows—enjoying the view outside.


    ''''Where are we going?'''' I turn to ask him.


    ''''Somewhere,'''' He answers.


    ''''Where would that somewhere be?'''' I continue to ask him in which he responds back with a small


    smile; letting me eye his profile—before turning to look out again, just going to see where he''ll be taking


    me if he does not want to tell me, that''s for sure.


    It''s not too long to realise that we''re stopping in front of the park; making me turn to look at him. He


    looks back at me before stepping out of the car after putting on his sunsses—due to the sun or due


    to his reputation. Then again, it doesn''t matter.


    A lot of people are here, enjoying themselves.


    I''ve never been to the park in London before and it sure does make me feel like everyone else; free


    and untied to thewa—it makes me feel so much better.


    Emery walks towards me, holding onto my hand as we head straight towards the park, seeing that


    people are actually looking at us but he does''t seem bothered. I smile at the few people as they start


    taking pictures of us, ''''Are you sure it''s okay?'''' I ask him.


    ''''Yeah, look there.'''' He replies.


    I look up at the direction he points, seeing that there are men in suits standing and guarding this ce;


    each perimeter of this ce. For once, I thought we were going to be out by ourselves without anyone


    elseing to watch over us but then again, never mind.


    ''''Right. Of course,'''' I mutter under my breath.


    We find a great spot near the tree, making him sit and lean his head against it while I follow afterwards.


    He starts to look around—enjoying the surroundings of being outdoors; ignoring other people''s stare.


    As for me, I continue to just look up front.


    ''''I really just want to get out of that ce,'''' He begins to speak, making me turn to look at him.


    ''''Yeah, it has been years and I think that I miss being treated as a royalty but I don''t want to be bound


    by thew. If you know what I mean,'''' He continues. My lips curve up into a small smile—knowing


    exactly what he meant. Then again, no one wants to be bound by thew. We all want freedom where


    we can decide our own future and our own path.


    ''''I get what you mean,'''' I reply.


    Emery looks at me, ''''When we were in New York, it felt great. I was able to experience it all over again.''''


    He says, causing me to nod my head; smiling.


    ''''I think I have an idea,'''' He mutters under his breath which earns my attention—making me look


    directly into his eyes; waiting for him to continue as he smirks. The look on his face shows how he has


    an amazing n and that he intends to use it.


    ''''Oh, won''t you tell me?'''' I push him slightly.


    ''''Have you ever been to Greece?'''' He asks, smiling at me; showing his perfectly straight teeth—as a


    sign that he definitely has something nned