His Irresistible Pretty Little Sin

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Emma's POV

I slowly opened my eyes, and for a few seconds, I struggled to register where I was. With a furrowed brow, I moved my gaze around, and that was when I realized I was lying in a hospital bed. I sat on the bed and rested my back against the wall as memories began flooding into my head.

I remembered that Mom and I had decided to go shopping to get me new clothes, and then a vehicle ran into us. After that, I remember waking up in a hospital bed, and then I saw a nurse attending to my wound. Just when I was trying to process everything in my head, the door opened, and he walked in. At first, I thought it was my imagination. Maybe it was because I had been craving to meet him so much that I was having a hallucination of him. But when he spoke, I came to realize that it wasn't a hallucination, but he was truly here with me. I could still remember his alluring set of green eyes, which was my favorite thing about him when I saw him in a picture. Remembering how he looked in the picture, and now that I got to see him, I could tell that the pictures of him I saw weren't doing justice to him.

Curious and confused, I moved my gaze around the room, searching for him. He was just here a moment ago; then how did he leave without me knowing? Or was I really imagining things?

While I was still asking myself questions, the door opened, and a nurse walked in. “You are awake,” she said with a comforting smile. “Where is my Mother?” I asked and saw her expression change to that of worry, despite how much she tried to hide it. “Where is she? I want to see her,” I asked in a panic as I remembered what he said about Mother being in a coma.

“Relax, Miss Emma, your mother is fine,” she assured me, but I knew she was lying; it was written all over her face. “Then take me to her,” I demanded in a shaking voice as fear gripped my entire being. The thought of her being in a coma scared the life out of me. “She is fine, you will see her soon,” the nurse tried persuading me, but I shook my head in disbelief. “I don't believe you; please let me see her,” I pleaded in panic and fear, and just then, the door opened, and my attention was drawn to it.

My breath seized in my chest as I saw him walk into the room; this time he didn't come with the doctor. Our gaze met, and he held my gaze with so much coldness in his eyes that I had to nervously look away. There was this domineering aura around him.

A nervous gulp passed down my throat as I felt him walk closer to me and stand a few steps away. I felt his piercing gaze on me, and out of fear, I couldn't look at him. “What is wrong?” He asked, his commanding voice resonating all over the room, sending cold shivers down my spine.

“She wants to see Lady Sophie,” the nurse responded, and the breaking of her voice made it obvious she was also scared of his presence. “Leave us,” he demanded, and the nurse hurried out of the room. A nervous gulp passed down my throat, and I wished I could just disappear. The thought of being alone with him frightened me.

Soon, I heard his footsteps as he moved over to me and took a seat beside my bed. Out of fear, I lowered my head to the bed so I couldn't look at him in the face.

An awkward silence filled the room as I silently prayed that someone should walk in and save me from this.

“Do you know me?” he asked; his voice carried so much authority. I nervously licked my lips and played with my fingers, as I would always do whenever I'm scared or nervous, and in this case, I was both.

“When I ask a question, I demand to be given an answer,” he spoke in an annoyed tone, and a rush of emotion passed through my body. My lips trembled, and my breath became uneasy, but that didn't stop me from speaking. “Yes, Mother showed me a picture of you,” I managed to speak and heard him sighed.

Again, an awkward silence filled the room before he decided to speak again. “Did she tell you why she didn't want me to know about you?” He asked, and I gulped but quickly gave him a response, so he wouldn't get upset. “No,” I lied.

He scoffed at my response. “Look at me,” he demanded, and with a nervous gulp, I lifted my gaze to look at him. Our eyes met, and a series of emotions rushed through me. He had a blank look on his face, which made it hard for me to tell his mood. “I hate lies, and this should be the last time you ever lie to me,” he declared firmly, and my eyes widened in fear. How could he easily tell that I was lying?

“Now tell me,” he demanded, and I swallowed hard while trying to find my voice. “She said you won't like me if you meet me,” I spoke truthfully, and he scoffed. “She's damn right,” he groaned, causing me to look at him with stunned eyes. Does it mean he really doesn't like me just by meeting me barely a few minutes ago?

“You know what we are, right?” He asked, and I nodded. “Use your words,” he ordered, and I gulped. “Vampires. You and Mother are vampires by birth,” I mumbled in fear. “Very good, so now I want you to explain to me why my sister is lying in a coma while you are here with just a few scratches,” he asked in an accusing voice, which made my eyes widen. Was he suspecting me of doing something?

“When I ask a question, I need an answer,” he yelled, causing me to flinch with fear.