Jon's POV

Oh for fucks sake. What a small fucking world. I put my plate on the table and wipe my hands with a napkin. I can see confusion written all over Emmy's face. I intentionally didn't tell her about Eliot yesterday because I didn't want to divert her attention. I thought of telling her about it after all this wedding cake fuss, but the universe had better plans apparently.

"Are you here for another lunch date mister?" She asks me with a mischievous smile. This took Emma off guard, her usual smile faded slightly, but she composed herself within seconds and went back to smiling brightly. I swear to God if I have a fight with Emma because of this bitch then I'll lose my shit.

"Uhm no" I say chuckling. I pull Emma to my side by her shirt sleeve and put my arm around her shoulder.

"This is Emma, my girlfriend." I introduce her, kissing her temple.

"And babe, this is Eliot, we were batch mates in college." Emma puts her hand forward, greeting Eliot with her usual polite smile.

"It's nice to meet you Eliot."

"Likewise." Eliot mumbles looking at Emma up and down.

"What are you doing here anyways?" Eliot asks.

"Actually Emma is our Baker for the wedding cake. She owns an amazing confectionary, Sweet Tooth." Jessica says.

"Thank you Jessica." Emma says with a grateful smile.

"What is your relation with the bride?" Emma asks trying to have small talks with Eliot.

"Ohh honey I'm the bride's sister." She says holding her nose up high.

"Ohh you're the eldest daughter of Mr. Davis! It's so good to meet you Eliot. He has talked a lot about you." Emma says getting all excited.

"Ohh thank you dear. I better get going now." She says waving at Emma and nodding at me.

"I guess I'll get going too. Thank you for everything Jessica. I am hoping to see you soon." Emma says, hugging Jessica.

"You too Emma dear. I'll recommend your name for the upcoming wedding events I have to coordinate." Jessica says with a wink. Emma giggles at this and nods at me, indicating that it's time to leave. Well, too bad because I was looking forward to the buffet. However, I take Emma's hand, kissing the back of it hesitantly. I am not sure if Emma is mad at me for not telling her about Eliot. I don't want Emma to be upset because of me.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Emma asks glancing out of the window. I put my hand on her inner thigh and gently squeeze it whilst driving to her place.

"I didn't wanna divert your mind. I thought I'll tell you-" I was interrupted by soft snores. I see that Emmy has fallen asleep, her head resting against the window. Well, we did have a sleepless night yesterday and I'm equally exhausted. I drive for an other hour and pull over to her apartment's parking lot.

"Emma, wake up cupcake. We've reached home." I say patting her thigh.

"Mmmm" She rubs the sleep off of her eyes and looks around before her eyes fall on me.

"Aren't you gonna come in? You didn't sleep last night either." She says.

"It's alright. I've got work."

"Just for an hour baby." She says yawning, and leaning on my shoulder. Now how can I ever deny such a sweet offer?

"Okay let's go."

****

"Baby?"

"Mmmm?"

"I'm hungry."

"Not now Jonny. Go to sleep."

"But I'm hungry." I say as I am spooning Emma, beneath the thick blankets. I hold her tight and wrap my leg around her.

"Ow move you heavy giant." Emmy whines.

"I won't move unless you feed me."

"How will I feed you if you don't let me go?" I move away from her but she pushes me back into the bed and jumps on top of me, straddling me in the process. She holds my hand and puts them above my head, trying to trap me. Trying.

"What are you doing cupcake?" I ask chuckling.

"I am trapping you dummy. Now you cannot escape." She says giggling.

Sure.

"Oh really? You're gonna trap a man who you call a giant?"

"Yes. This giant is a big softie right here." She says tapping my heart and kissing me like crazy. I free my hands from her 'trap' and place them on her waist, pulling her closer to me. I wrap my arms around her in a tight grip.

"Now, you're under my trap baby." I smirk.

"Really? Let's see how long this trap lasts." She says boldly and starts biting my earlobe.

"Fuck Emmy!" I say under my breath. She moves her lips to my check, and then to the corner of my mouth. And that's how I lost my shit and straight up attacked her. I turned her over and pulled her hands up above her head, whilst kissing her neck, I then moved my hands to her waist, caressing her. Her hands went to the hem of my shirt, taking it off.

Woah.

There was never talking off of anything whenever we made out. But I anyways went along with it, her hands roamed all over my chest as she kisses me passionately. I tried my luck and slowly lifted her shirt off too, fortunately she didn't show any sign of hesitation. I've never seen Emmy shirtless and oh boy, she was totally worth the fucking wait. Her breast size is easily a double D. I caressed her stomach, squeezed her waist and finally, went to her breast. All this time I was carefully observing her, to make sure she wasn't in any sort of discomfort. I don't want Emmy to feel pressurized. I slowly slid my hand behind her and unhooked her bra. She let out a soft gasp before taking it off and freeing herself from the restraint. Now, one of my hands is resting on her waist while the other one is beside her head, to balance myself. Emmy softly grabs the hand on her waist and places it on one of her breasts.

So fucking soft.

I buried my head in the crook of her neck whilst kneading her breast. I placed wet kisses trailing right from her neck to her other breast which was lacking my care and attention. I proceeded by taking it into my mouth but before I did that, I looked up at her for permission, which she granted by nodding her head.

"Jon" she gasps while arching her back, giving me more access to her bosoms, she runs her fingers through my hair and grips them lightly, pushing my head further into her chest. I lift my head and place soft kisses on her forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks, and finally her mouth. We make out for another 5 minutes, till she pulls away, panting softly.

"I'm hungry." She says blushing lightly.

"Me too." I say looking at her with lust.

"I'm hungry for food." She says, trying not to break into a smile.

"But I'm hungry for you." I say, glancing down at her beautiful body.

****

"So you wanna talk about Eliot?" She asks whilst licking the sauce from the corner of her mouth. Since we were famished, Emma had decided to make some spaghetti. So now we're cuddled up in her bed with Emma in my lap, wearing my shirt. Well, she was going to wear her own shirt but I wouldn't want to miss a chance of seeing Emma in my clothes, specially when there isn't anything underneath. Since she is naturally busty, it's pretty evident when she doesn't wear a bra, but I'm not complaining because I am totally enjoying my view.

"Well, I guess it is high time I tell you." I narrate her the entire story about Eliot, but she was surprisingly calm.

"Wow, she seems to be pretty wild." Emma says whilst stuffing her mouth with spaghetti. She's got the sauce all over her face. She's one messy eater. I wonder if our kids are gonna be messy eaters too.

Sigh.

Will she want to have kids with me? Is she looking forward to our relationship? I feel like it's too early to ask her where we stand as a couple. I am so desperate for her love that I would sweep her off of her feet right now, and marry her. I'm such a simp. But if she wants to take things slow, so be it.

"Oh God I'm so full. I guess I made way too much today. Can you eat the rest of mine too?"

"Sure, pass it on to my plate." And she happily does that.

"I guess I should get going. It's already 6 PM. I should be there at Sweet Tooth at least during the closing time. Can you please drop me till there baby?"She asks with does eyes. Now, when the love of your life is sitting on your lap, wearing your shirt, having sauce smeared all over her face and looking so fucking adorable, you do whatever shit she asks you to do.

"Do you even have to ask that?" I chuckle.

"Hey Caty. How you doing?" I ask her by giving her a side hug.

"I am good Jon. How are you? How are you feeling after the accident? I'm so sorry I couldn't come to meet you. I had to manage things in Emmy's absence so I was really very busy."

"Oh no no it's alright. Emmy was there for me the whole time." I say as I look at Emmy from sideways. I see her tying her apron while chitchatting with one of the customers. Everyone seems to adore Emmy, they are so respectful and kind to her. Well, Emmy is one adorable little puppy. I've never seen her get angry, or shout at anyone. She's always been gentle and caring towards others. I thought of having a cup of coffee before I head back to my work in the shop. Emmy comes to my table and serves me the coffee. I thank her by lightly smacking her ass, making sure no one else saw me doing that. Emmy blushes profusely and gives me a light smack on the cheek as a warning.

"Honey can you please check how many stars Sweet Tooth got for Mr. Davis' daughter's wedding?" Emma asks me excitedly. I nod my head and sign in to the official Sweet Tooth website in my phone whilst taking a sip of my coffee. Emmy in the meantime, went to take the order of an other table.

As I scroll down, I see Mr. Davis' review, and the stars he has given to Sweet Tooth. To say that I was shocked would be an understatement. I was completely flabbergasted with the review. Emmy's cakes deserves five fucking stars. But this old fart gave her just ONE star! How the fuck is this possible? Emmy bakes the best cakes in town, and the Davis guy sounded pretty genuine, I'm sure he likes Emmy enough to give her a decent rating, but this?

"How much did we get?" Emmy asks with an excited smile. I feel horrible about what I'm about to say. I just stare at her with wide eyes and an open mouth. I didn't have the heart to tell her.

"Uhm Emmy. This is just....." I was interrupted when Emma comes to my side and looks at the mobile screen. She had the same reaction as me. But.....it was less intense. She just stared at the screen for a long time before letting out an exasperated sigh.

"Oh dear I never got such a poor rating." She says scratching the back of her head.

"No Emmy there's something definitely wrong with this." I say trying to comfort her.

"Oh no Jonny don't worry about this. I just have to work harder. I'm sure that this rating is legit." She says giving me a tight lipped smile. She looks devastated but does a good job in hiding it. She closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and gets back to work as if something like this never happened. She went back to being the usual bubbly Emma that she is. How does she conceal her emotions so well in front of others? When she's with me, she's as transparent as a glass sheet. But with others, it's like she has a mask on her face. For some reason I felt good about the fact that Emma likes to be herself when she's around me, even if it involves her crying like a maniac when she's upset. Emma and I didn't work our asses off for eight hours on a stupid cake to get a ONE star rating.

Now, coming to the main point, I have a strong feeling that Eliot has something to do with this.

That stuck up bitch is getting on my nerves.