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Chapter 83
“William!”
Justin’s voice was cold and sharp as he spotted William at the door.
William stepped into the room, sensing the tension. The door, left slightly ajar by Zac earlier, creaked open. “Didn’t I tell you to take her home? What’s she doing at a bar?” Justin’s anger flared, his tone cutting.
At that moment, everyone in the room sensed the shift in atmosphere. The singing stopped, and someone turned off the music.
William glanced briefly at Emily before answering honestly “Mr. Yates, Miss Yates insisted on coming here. If I didn’t bring her, she planned to drive here herself after I dropped her off at the villa.”
Justin clenched his teeth, his frustration boiling over. “Emily, you are getting pretty bold, huh? Ignoring my orders now?
“I told you to go home and sleep, and you sneak off to a bar instead?”
Emily, unfazed, responded calmly, “It’s not like the contract says I can’t go to a bar.”
“It does now!” Justin growled.
Without another word, he stormed over, grabbed the back of Emily’s collar, and dragged her out of the bar.
He didn’t release his grip until they were in the car, driving back to Villa One.
*
Zac watched as Justin left the bar with Emily. His gaze shifted to Helen, who was still lounging on the sofa. With a faint sigh, he asked, “Are you planning to stay here all night?”
On the way back to the villa, Emily sat in silence, sneaking glances at Justin’s stormy expression. His dark mood made it clear she wouldn’t escape this unscathed.
“How did he even show up at the bar?” she wondered. “Didn’t Emma manage to keep him occupied?”
The original plan was simple: Justin would spend the night at Emma’s place while she enjoyed herself at the bar. She would head home late, and with a little bribery or coaxing, William would cover for her.
But now, the plan had spectacularly backfired.
Back at the villa, Justin hauled Emily out of the car and into the bedroom without turning on the lights.
He tossed her onto the bed and leaned over her, his anger palpable.
“Emily, do you like younger guys that much?” he spat, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Before she could respond, he leaned in to kiss her.
Emily turned her head away, struggling against him. “Justin, let me go! You’re disgusting!” Emily muttered, her tone filled with disdain.
She was thinking of how he had been with Emma earlier, but Justin misunderstood her words, assuming she was
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criticizing him for not showering.
At that moment, something snapped within him. Justin shrugged off his suit jacket and, with a single movement, scooped Emily up. His arm supported her under her legs, forcing her to wrap them around his waist as he carried her into the bathroom.
“Put me down!” Emily struggled, kicking and twisting in his grip, but his strength easily overpowered her.
Justin pressed her closer, his frustration boiling over. In the chaos, he yanked off his tie and began unbuttoning his shirt, his mind a storm of emotions. The sound of running water filled the bathroom as tension escalated. For Justin, only the physical closeness could soothe the strange frustration gnawing at him.
But even as his body moved, his mind wrestled with a haunting thought.
He didn’t understand why Emily got under his skin so much. “I’m supposed to love Emma“, he told himself, yet he couldn’t deny how Emily consumed his thoughts.
Could sleeping with a stand–in really lead to feelings? The idea unsettled him.
“No, it’s impossible. She’s just here to meet my needs,” he muttered to himself.
Fueled by his internal conflict, his actions grew harsher, causing Emily to push back with everything she had. Justín, you’re a beast! Stop it! You’re hurting me!” she shouted, her voice trembling.
”
Halfway through, Emily felt a wave of nausea surge over her. She didn’t hold back. She vomited on him without hesitation, the foul smell quickly filling the air.
She didn’t seem to care about his reaction at all. If anything she looked defiant, as if daring him to hate her. Justin froze, his expression darkening as he set her down with a sharp glare. “Emily! Are you out of your mind?” he snapped, his voice dripping with irritation.
He set her down roughly and stormed off to shower and clean himself up. His mood, along with the moment, had been thoroughly shattered.
The stench lingered in the air as the water ran.
