His Irresistible Pretty Little Sin

Everyone knew

Lord Emerson's POV

“I want you to find out everything there is to know about my sister's adopted daughter. What she mostly does, the friends she keeps, and perhaps if she's seeing anyone, like a boyfriend,” I said to my head of security over the phone.

“Roger that, sir,” he replied, and I ended the call.

With a heavy sigh, I walked back to Dr. Francis's office and found him still seated at his desk. “Did you get your findings? Are you convinced that she fears the dark?” He asked as I frowned and stood beside the opened window.

I had so many problems to take care of, and taking care of an eighteen-year-old girl wasn't one of them.

“She will be discharged the day after tomorrow,” Dr. Francis announced, and I grunted. “Please take care of her; she is your sister's daughter,” he added, and a frown played in my head. She isn't my niece; I can't see her that way.

Getting tired of hearing all the talks, I decided to leave the hospital and return home. “I'm leaving; call me if there is any new update about my sister,” I said and walked out of his office without giving him the chance to say a word to me.

I left the hospital and went to my car. For a minute, I couldn't start the car as I kept staring at the hospital. My thoughts went to her, and I became curious, wondering why I acted that way the moment I saw her. I was curious about why I was unable to withstand seeing her blood, despite how many years of practice.

“Maybe it's nothing,” I told myself and started up the car. As I drove out of the hospital, I realized my thoughts were filled with this little girl I had just met moments ago. It felt like everything in my head was cleared up, and all I thought about was her. She occupied every space in my head, and I knew I needed to get her out.

I dialed a number from my phone, and after a ring, it was picked up. “Lord Emerson,” she called seductively, and I frowned. “Be in my place in ten minutes,” I said and ended the call.

After a few minutes of driving, I pulled into the mansion and parked the car in the garage before coming out of it. I handed the key back to my driver and went into the sitting room, where I found Austin waiting for me. “Welcome, how was it?” He asked, and I sighed and fell on the sofa. “I need a glass of whiskey,” I grumbled and saw Austin pass my request to a male servant.

“Are you okay? How is your sister?” He asked, and I sighed and took a deep breath. “She is in a coma,” I announced, and I saw a worried look appear on Austin's face. “This is bad,” he said, and I scoffed and looked at him. “Do you know that my sister has an eighteen-year-old kid?” I asked, looking at Austin, but the look on his face didn't seem like one of surprise at my words. Rather, he looked calm and composed.

“Did you hear what I just told you?” I asked him to be sure he had heard me. “Yes, I did,” he said, and that was when it became clear to me. He knew about her; everyone knew about my sister's adopted daughter except me.

“So you knew?” I asked, already fuming with anger. I couldn't believe that my best friend and second in command would know something as important as this and decide to keep it from me.

“Why didn't you tell me?” I yelled, and he sighed. “Because your sister didn't want me to tell you, and besides, it was just a week ago I found out about Emma.”

He even knew her name.

“She told me she wanted to tell you about Emma herself,” Austin spoke, trying to justify his actions, and that really got me upset. “And you decided to keep it from me?” I asked with anger.

“You were supposed to be my friend,” I flared up and stood to my feet. Burning with rage, I climbed the stairs to my room. When I got in, I closed the door and began pacing around the room.

I felt betrayed and angry. How could everyone know about her existence, while I knew nothing about her? I felt cheated and played.

With an angry grunt, I went over to the bar, took out a bottle of dry gin. I opened it and gulped a large quantity into my mouth from the bottle. The soreness and harsh taste of the gin burned my throat, causing a big frown to appear on my face, but that didn't stop me from taking another gulp.

I took more gulps of the gin until I emptied the bottle and splashed it on the wall, causing it to come crashing to the floor. Just as I was about to take another bottle, a knock came on the door, and I grunted.

“Who the heck is it?” I asked, angered and irritated. “Sorry, sir, but Miss Christabel is here to see you,” a female servant announced from the door, and I closed my eyes and sighed. Just what I needed.

“Let her in, the door is open,” I said, and within a few seconds, the door revealed Christabel.

She walked into the room and closed the door behind her. I ran my gaze over her and saw that she was wearing a short skirt that exposed her beautiful, spotless thighs. I groaned and signaled her to come to me, which she did by walking up to me seductively.

When she got to where I sat, she went on her knees and knelt before me in a submissive way.

I watched her look at the pieces of broken bottles on the floor before she moved her eyes back to me. “It seems master is angry. How do I ease your anger?” She asked in a low, submissive tone, which made me groan and take another gulp of my drink.

After taking the long gulp, I settled my eyes on her and ran a lustful gaze over her. “Undress and lay on the bed.”