Lord Emerson's POV
I took more sips of my drink as I paced around my personal living room. The event that happened a few minutes ago still played in my head, and I have not been able to shake it off. No matter how hard I try, I just can't stop myself from thinking about it.
So many thoughts were buzzing in my head. I thought about what would have happened if I wasn't there, what if she is really into things like that, and that wasn't her first time. The thought of that made me grunt, and I had to take more sips of my drink.
I knew I shouldn't be getting myself so worked up; she was eighteen and of legal age to do whatever she wanted to do. But why was I so bothered and concerned about it?
“Sir,” one of my men called my attention, and I gestured for him to speak. “Yes.”
He gulped and c
