Seducing The Heir

Ten

The first thing I did when I got home was to change into my pajamas and forget about everything that happened that day. It took me a while to fall asleep, but once I did, I did not wake up until noon. It was such a good sleep that I woke up feeling refreshed and relaxed. I got up and headed to the kitchen to make myself a hot cup of coffee. It was the weekend, and I have a full day to myself.

As I took my first sip, I remembered that I was still in my pajamas. I felt like I haven't been this lazy in a while. I know that was his intention when he took me to the gala last night. That was probably the explanation why he did that. He wanted me to loosen up a little so maybe I will be able to enjoy life a little bit more.

You are so damn wrong about that, Emily, I thought to myself and sighed.

I thought about the night before. It was really something, I thought. I had never been to something like that. Though the McMillan group always hosted fancy events, I never attended any of them. Well, except for that month-end party where I ended hooking up with the boss's son.

Ugh. Why am I thinking about him again?

I tried to shake off that thought. I did not want to think about him anymore. I planned to forget about him, but I was failing to do that. Rye was still in my head. His face was hidden behind all of my thoughts. I could not stop thinking about him. I could not stop thinking about how he made me feel, how he made me feel alive.

He made me feel so different that I was thinking about him all the time. He made me feel something that I had not felt in years and it was something that I could not describe. It was a feeling of being myself and a feeling of being something more — something more than what I was.

At that, I remembered his father's uncanny proposal. Mr. Lucas wanted me to be his son's girlfriend. The CEO of the company. It was the boss himself that told me he wouldn't mind if I will be with his son.

Then why am I hesitating?

Is it because he's been tricking me to feel this way? Or is it because he doesn't really feel anything but lust for me? I thought.

I stared at my reflection on the window. I looked at my face, then my body. I tried to imagine how I would feel if I were in his arms again. Would it be so bad to be with him? I already knew the answer to that. It's a no-brainer. I knew the answer, but I still couldn't stop thinking about it.

What was so wrong in being with Rye McMillan?

He's handsome. Built like a Greek god. And he was filthy rich. Any girl with half a brain would not say no to that man.

But, I'm not a girl with just half a brain. I have a full brain, running at maximum capacity. And I know so damn well that a guy like Rye McMillan Jr was nothing but trouble.

No amount of money in the world would ever compensate for the stress and heartbreak that Rye would bring into my life. He was a playboy, carrying his jar of hearts around the city.

And I was not about to let my guard down for a man who was nothing but trouble.

But what if he wasn't? What if he's changed and he's truly sorry for what he did? A voice in my head whispered.

I shook my head. No. It was just not possible. I will not let myself get tricked again. I'll not be fooled just because a guy is handsome or charming.

I was about to turn around and go back to my room when I heard the phone ring. Setting down the empty coffee cup, I walked to the kitchen counter and picked up the phone.

It was the front desk. "Yes?" I asked.

"Miss Emily. We have a guest here who is here to see you. Should we send her up?"

"What? A guest? Who?" I asked.

"She says her name is Eva Harper," said the receptionist.

Mother? What is she doing here? "Okay, send her up," I said. "Thanks."

I hang the phone up and went to the bathroom to wash my face. I stared into the mirror and thought about what I'm going to say to my mother.

After a few minutes, there was a knock on the door.

When I opened the door and let my mother in, she gave me a big hug. It's been a while since I last saw her. I was surprised to see her. But I was happy. I was very happy to see her.

"What are you doing here?" I asked after she let me go.

"I missed you, Em," she said.

"I missed you too, Mom," I replied and pulled away from her.

"What are you doing here, Mom?" I asked when we broke the hug.

"I came to see you. I thought it was time we talk again. I'm still your mother, you know," she said.

"We talk all the time. You call me practically every day," I pointed out.

"And that's not enough. I want to see you," she said.

"Mom, have you forgotten that I'm an adult now? I can take care of myself," I said.

"Yes, but you're my daughter. I need to make sure you're okay."

I sighed. "Mom, I'm okay. I promise," I said.

"I know that you're okay, but it's not the same thing as seeing you," she said.

"So what am I? A pet? You need to take me out for a walk?" I asked, rolling my eyes, but I gave her a smile.

Eva laughed. And goodness, how I missed hearing her voice. "Oh," she blurted out after she stopped laughing. "I almost forgot, I came here with someone. You wouldn't expect who I bumped into on my way here." A naughty smile lingered on her lips.

"Who is it?" I asked, suddenly nervous.

Mom's smile widened. "You'll see," she said and stepped out of the door to call someone in the hallway. "You can come here now!" she yelled so loud that for a moment I was worried about the other people in the same floor.

After a moment, a man walked into view. When he smiled at me, my jaw fell to the ground. "Hello there, Em," he said, winking.

It was Cody.

My ex boyfriend.