His Irresistible Pretty Little Sin

Just my s*x buddy

Lord Emmerson's POV

I walked into my waiting room and met Christopher waiting for me. When he saw me walk in, he stood on his feet and bowed his head to me while I gestured for him to take his seat, and I also took mine. After we settled down, he handed a file to me. “This is all you need to know about her, sir,” he said, and I nodded my head, amazed by the speed of his work.

“Can you summarize all that is in this file?” I asked, and he nodded. “She turned eighteen a few days ago, she has only one friend who goes by the name Macy. Apart from Macy, she doesn't have any friends except for classmates, and she doesn't attend parties, nor does she hang out except with Macy. To sum it up, I believe she's an introvert, so she mostly stays indoors and doesn't go out,” he paused, and I nodded. I wasn’t surprised by this; she seemed like an introvert, one could tell just by looking at her.

“She finished high school a couple of weeks ago and is awaiting admission,” he added, and I hummed, but all he said didn't seem of importance to me. What I really wanted to know, he hasn't told me yet.

“Does she have a boyfriend or lover?” I asked, curious and interested. “No, my lord, she has none,” he responded, and I nodded. Somewhat, I felt relieved by it, which was odd.

“Any other information is inside the file,” he informed, and I nodded before getting up on my feet, while he followed me. “Thank you, my accountant will send your money,” I said, and he bowed his head at me before I walked out of the room.

As I walked back to my room, I began pondering thoughts about her. From the information I have gathered, it seems that her life is boring, or perhaps my sister was to blame for it. I was curious to know why my sister would send her to an all-girls' boarding school, why she was always home when she came for holidays, and why she has been keeping this girl away from me. There are so many questions that need answers, and I will get the answers to all of them.

When I walked into my room, I met Christabel already dressed. When she saw me, she frowned and continued brushing her hair while I dropped the file on the table and sat on the couch. When she noticed I had settled down on the seat, she walked over to where I sat and stood before me with folded arms. “I need to have a word with you, Lord Emerson,” she said, and I raised a brow at her.

“And what may that be? Do you need money or gifts?” I asked, and her frown deepened. “Everything is not all about your money and gifts,” she spoke in an annoyed tone, and I scoffed. Of course, everything is about money for her; if I wasn't wealthy, she wouldn't be here with me.

“So, what is it about?” I asked, raising a brow at her, wanting her to say whatever she had to say and leave.

“I have to know what is going on between us, Lord Emerson. What is the definition of our relationship?” She questioned, and a chuckle left my lips. I raised a brow at her before asking, “Definition of our relationship?” I asked in mockery, “There is no relationship that needs to be defined,” I stated firmly. She blinked her eyes repeatedly at my words. “What are you saying, Lord Emerson? We have been dating for over a year now,” she spoke, sounding heartbroken. I sighed and tiredly massaged my forehead.

“We have been having s*x for over a year now,” I corrected, “there was never a relationship, neither did I want one,” I muttered firmly, and anger rose within her. “Is this because of Gloria? What can she give you that I can't?” She questioned in an annoyed tone. “I'm well-educated, I have so many degrees, I'm beautiful, I'm well-spoken, I have everything to be your girlfriend and wife, so why aren't you considering me?” She spoke, pained, and I sighed before getting up on my feet.

I hate it when things always come to this extent. I knew a day like this would come, and I was expecting it.

I left her and walked to the bottle of whiskey on the table. I poured some into my cup and took a sip of it before I turned to look at her. “Because I don't love you,” I stated firmly, and by the look in her eyes, it was obvious she was hurt by my words, but that was me; I'm always blunt with my words. I don't like to sugarcoat them.

“Yes, you are all you claim you are and even more, but I don't love you, and that is it. I can't be with a woman I don't love. I can f**k you, but I can't be with you. I hope you understand and don't bring up this discussion again because the next time you do, then that will be the end of this thing going on between us.” I warned her seriously, and she blinked her eyes several times.

I knew she wanted to say something, but she held herself back, went for her bag, picked it up, and left.

After she left, I sat back on the couch and silently sipped my drink as I went into thought. Perhaps Austin was right; is there any woman in this world that I would actually love? Right now, it seems impossible because I have met countless types of women. I have been with women of different colors, races, and spiritual beliefs, but none has been able to make my heart beat for them. Time was no longer on my side, and I needed to produce an heir, but I didn't want to impregnate a woman I didn't love.

A frustrated sigh left my lips as I took more sips of my drink, and then my eyes fell on the brown envelope I kept on the table. My thoughts went to her, and her face played in my head. She has the most petite face I have ever seen on a woman; her eyes look so innocent and full of life, and then her lips…

“What are you doing?” I snapped at myself. I was supposed to be thinking of how to solve all the problems I have in my hand, and not daydreaming about a little girl who is supposed to be my niece. The word “niece” seems strange to me.

I scoffed in anger and got up. I walked around my room, and after a while, I decided to bury myself with work. I left my room and went to my studies. After taking my seat beside the desk, I got settled and picked up a file. While I was about to go through it, my phone rang, and I went for it and saw that it was Doctor Francis.

Curious, I picked it up and placed it on my ear. “Is there something wrong?” I asked, scared that my sister's condition might have gotten worse. “Greetings, Lord Emerson. I just called to let you know that Emma's test results just came in,” He paused, and I sighed. “Go on,” I urged.

“She is fine and will be discharged tomorrow. Will you come pick her up, or should I bring her myself?” He said, and I groaned before relaxing in my seat. I was silent for a moment before I spoke. “Do whatever pleases you.” With those words, I ended the call and dropped the phone.

I picked up a file and tried to work, but the thought of her coming to stay with me brought a strange fear to me. There was something about her that I just couldn't pinpoint. I was still unable to comprehend why I behaved that way when I saw her blood. This was something that had never happened to me for many years, and merely seeing her triggered my whole organs.

She hasn’t arrived yet, and I feel like she’s going to cause trouble for me.