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Slowly waking up for the second time in the morning after Brandan had cooed her back to sleep so soothingly Emma was greeted with his same affectionate and concerned eyes staring back at her.

She didn't know if her heart could ever soar more than this, pleasurefully beating so faster than it had ever been.

"You're still here."

She lifted her hand up to have a feel of that stubbly cheek of his which was arousing so many sensual things inside her just by the sight of it but feeling like she was levitating off the ground with no gravity to hold her down by the hypnotizing smile that crooked on his lips, she didn't know when in midway her hand paused - like her brain was out and dead.

Brandan's larger hand met her's halfway, with a slight smile he led it on to his cheek so that she could really feel it. Tingles spread through from the tips of her fingers till the ends of her toes.

Was she on drugs? Emma wondered amazed.

"Yes, I'm still here..."

Brandan whispered for there was no need to speak louder than this, they were so close... they could clearly hear their unsteady heartbeats, so pleasantly synchronized with one another.

".. and I'll always be. " He finished.

Speechless she closed her eyes seeing him slowly leaning down towards her. She waited for his warm and seducing lips upon her own quivering ones... but instead she felt them on her forehead.

She didn't feel disappointed, the act of such tender affection was as much seducing.

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"I've no idea... absolutely no idea what they are still doing in there."

Elli yelled in exasperation as she paced the whole living room in desperation.

Oliver on the other side seemed pretty relaxed on the couch, watching the best football match of the year - to him if not to others - leisurely.

He had a cheshire grin on his face after hearing Elli's accusation. "What do you think an adult man and an equally adult woman do when they get themselves locked up in a room for a whole night... and until the next afternoon... and for how many more passionate hours only God knows. "

Elli came to a stop in front of Oliver with her hands on her hips.

Oliver craned his neck up and looked at Elli with a playful raise of his brow.

"For God's sake Oliver, have you bloody forgotten that Brandan had brought Emma home yesterday wounded and bruised and so vulnerable from the clutch of that charming, innocent looking gentleman Jonathon who shockingly turned into this Evil, bloodthirsty, sexually frustrated, sadistic asshole. How dare Brandan refused to let me take care of Emma, locked the door of her bedroom from inside so that I couldn't enter and till then haven't made a noise or didn't respond to my calls. I need to see if Emma's alright... and I need to see to it NOW. "

Oliver was now a little annoyed at Elli's demands and childish fits. "Come on Elli-belly, some people don't make a noise when they make love."

Elli's mouth was hanging open now. "How dare Brandan make love to Emma when she's not well... ummphhhh..."

In an instant Elli found herself being dragged flush on Oliver's body, her head securely nestled in the crook of his neck. Oliver's husky chuckle made his chest vibrate against hers. "Making love doesn't require any condition darling. It just requires one thing - love."

Slowly Elli lifted her face up and looked at the devilishly handsome face of this wicked man who had caged her so securely in his arms. His sexy scent made her head spin in yearning. How the hell she hadn't noticed such dizzying scent before?

Oh right! She was always too busy bantering with the stupid jerk of a man.

His playful grin reduced to a soft smile but enhanced was the chemistry between both of their unblinking gazes.

Something deep tugged inside Oliver's soul joining and entangling it with Elli's.

Those twinkling eyes.

He had looked into them for how many countless times he didn't know for sure. He just knew that never did they seem so captivating like they were to him now, at this moment.

And they both could feel that... something had changed between them, their lives would never be the same again.

But unfortunately, their beautiful daze... that life changing spell broke into splinters as a set of loud knock boomed against the main door of the house. As if like a massive earthquake had occurred... Oliver and Elli stared at each other in horror with eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.

They couldn't untangle and push away from each other more quickly. Making humongous noises of pain and shock they fell on their butts on the floor.

Elli looked at anywhere but Oliver when his eyes were firmly trained on her in confusion. Confusion of what the hell was happening to him... to them.

Another series of loud knocks crackled up the whole damned house making Oliver and Elli jump in shock again.

The person at the door was seriously in a hurry. Seemed like hounds of hell were after his ass. If he kept on torturing the poor door like this it would fly right off it's hinges.

"Co..." Oliver cleared his throat as it came out shaky... whoa... "Coming..."

Elli tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear with shaky fingers, she refused to look at him. It was a good timing Elli admitted, the twins were skipping down the stairs babbling about everything existing under the sky. This gave Elli the excuse to busy her attention upon something that was less dangerous than the man named Oliver.

Unwantedly, Oliver moved his eyes away from her and proceeded to open the door. Soon the children would start asking questions about their parents being inside that freaking bedroom for an eternity. Now, it wasn't possible to silence them in the way he did Elli, was it?

Oliver gulped at the reminder of the surprising... errr... thing happened between them in that damned couch. How was he ever going to sit on that couch After today?

Silly - that was exactly what he was, he told himself. It wasn't like they had sex on that couch. Now - now - thinking about sex with Elli suddenly and unexpectedly filled his mind with all the inappropriate visuals.

The door was opened with a frustrated sigh and Oliver's breath caught in a ball inside his lungs.

There stood the man with the hounds of hell after his ass, with fury, desperateness, anxiety and uneasiness written all over his face, so many mixed emotions at once. There stood....

"E... Evan !!"

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Emma kept her eyes closed, his chin was now resting on her head. Her mind began gathering the shocking happenings of the day before. Her brows crunched up remembering Jonathon and Tessa, his crude words and disgusting purposes of him befriending her, dating her - echoed inside her brain numerous times like a broken record.

She shivered in disgust at the memories of how she was being molested and then when unexpectedly, yet thankfully Brandan arrived... she shivered again for a very different reason this time.

That furious form of Brandan when he defended her and their children had surprisingly awakened desires from within her that she never knew existed.

Brandan watched the change of the expressions on her face carefully lifting his head up so that he could look at her properly, he smirked when she began shivering ever so sensually.

He didn't know how and why but right now right here in his arms... she seemed to him like an open book, so complicated yet so easy to read. Such a fascinating lady was his Emma.

His fingers ever so gently caressed against her scrunched brows making them ease up and open her beautiful crystal eyes. So beautiful...

"You shouldn't think about something so naughty in such an innocent afternoon."

He saw with pleasure as tiny sweat beads formed up on her forehead and neck, his thumb graciously... teasingly swiped them away.

Her breath was now shallow, she was in a kind of euphoric torture.

Brandan was about to melt in a mush inside witnessing such splendid reactions of his sweet Emma, but his strong demeanor didn't falter. He blew on her neck softly and she quivered in consequence.

It was like creating the most unique... most beautiful piece of music in his favorite guitar, but the difference was that it was much better... much much better.

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"E.. Evan !!"

Evan's eyes studied Oliver for a second, then looked around for a sign of that one person he had flew here for. But his sister, she was nowhere around.

Evan felt so displeased. He was craving to see the person he had wronged for a long period of time. He was craving to fall onto his knees and seek forgiveness from his little sister and he was so much determined that he had decided - he wouldn't stand up, he would remain on his knees until she forgave him. He would go to hell and back if that meant she would forgive him and would agree to go back with him, to Boston.

But there was one little problem, actually it might be a big problem. If Oliver was here inside Emma's house, then there was a possibility of that scumbag Brandan to be here too. If Evan didn't know better he would think of Oliver and Brandan to be a gay couple, they were always around each other. As much as it humored him, Evan knew that right now the presence of Oliver and Brandan here in Emma's house was a big issue. An issue he needed to remove from his sister's life.

Before he had failed Emma, he had failed to protect his sister not just once or twice - he had let people hurt her countless times. Even he himself too joined in that piece of shit.

He was ashamed of himself.

But not anymore, Evan knew the kinds of Brandan and he refused to let him hurt his sister anymore while Brandan's old man - unbelievably - was still holding on to his ploy of that age old arranged marriage.

Evan would now be the good, responsible brother he was supposed to be. He would smash Brandan, all his ugly tricks and whatever plans he was brewing up to make his sister suffer once again and he would also beat that evil piece of ass named Oliver to death who was blocking his way to do so.

Desperate and anxious, Evan pushed a shocked and speechless Oliver aside with a hand and stepped inside the house.

Elli was now on her feet and standing in the middle of the living area staring at the unknown intruder with puzzlement. " Hey hey hey! Who are you? And that's no way to barge into one's house without having the decency to introduce yourself first."

"Emma. Where's Emma? I need to see her, I really need to..." Totally ignoring Elli Evan asked to no one in particular while at the same time looking around frantically for Emma.

Elli scrunched her brows and then thinking that this strange man was someone from Emma's office.

She grumbled to Oliver under her breath scrunching her brows in irritation.

"Well, why don't you call her out, Oliver? Since Brandan has locked her and himself in her bedroom since last night."

Oliver felt his jaw hitting the floor. This girl didn't know what she had done.

Elli was clearly competing Oliver like a professional on the grand finale of the Big-Mouth contest.

Fearfully holding his breath Oliver dared a glance at Evan. And what he saw chilled him till his bone marrow.

Evan's face was colored in a shade of red that Oliver hadn't ever seen on anyone's face before. He could swear he saw a hint of smoke coming out of Evan's flared nostrils.

Cornered and helpless, Oliver could only squeak an inaudible - "Uh-oh!!"

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Ending all the playfulness with the seriousness that came upon him... for the much needed task at hand, Brandan sat up.

Emma's hand was still in his as he fiddled with her slender fingers, there was nervousness written all over his actions suddenly. Nervousness that didn't go unnoticed by even Emma. She could tell that he was thinking about something. Something very serious.

As she stared at his bare back, the line of his spine - she thought about last night. She was so vulnerable in his arms when he brought her home. She recalled how he walked to her closet, picked up her night gown that was too much scandalous, all thanks to Elli and her wayward gifts. Gifts that stayed untouched in her closet - until now.

The scene of him slowly walking towards her with the flimsy gown in his hand kept replaying in her mind. He had lifted that gown to her and gestured her to change ... but she just stared and stared. Then she carelessly undressed herself while watching his eyes widening like saucers. The gown slipped away from his oblivious hand.

And then he did something that made Emma want to sob - in love and respect for the man he was now. He had rounded the bed, crawled up behind her and surrounding one of his hand around her waist he had smugly pressed her against himself, her back to his shirtless bare chest, and she still didn't have any idea how and when that shirt came off of his body.

It wasn't like he didn't want her, because she still could clearly remember the not so little evidence of his unmistakable desire pressed between their bodies.

"Don't you dare think that I don't want you."

His voice against her ear was like soft caresses, "Because I do ... so bad. But I won't take you like this. I want to make love to you ... when the time will be right, not now, not like this when I know you might regret it later."

None of them moved after that, they didn't say anything. In silence they slept, but never had they communicated so much to each other before as they did like that - without another word.

A quiet sigh escaped her lips.

There wasn't anyone else meant for her, she understood that now. For her it had always been Brandan and he was still and will always be - the one.

There was no escape from what her heart desired, from who was destined for her. Jonathon was just a phase, a lie, a betrayal fate had sent in her way to probably make her understand that.

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"What did you just say?"

Evan's voice was cold as ice as he repeated the question again, his glare boring into first Elli's and then Oliver's face.

Elli was now slightly suspicious at the strange man. Was he nuts or what? Why was he behaving like this.

She was about to open her mouth again when Oliver grabbed her arms in lightening speed. "Stop. For God's sake!"

But Elli wasn't taking it. She yanked her arms away from Oliver's grip and faced Evan. "First of all, chill that ass of yours which seems like has caught on fire, and then tell me what the hell is wrong with that mucked up attitude of yours ?"

Oliver once again tried to stop her. "Elli... please."

"No, Oliver. Lemme deal with this nutcase."

By this point Oliver didn't know anymore what to do.

"WHERE IS MY SISTER ? WHERE IS EMMA?" Evan said each word with a dangerous pause but Elli seemed oblivious.

Elli pointed a finger at Evan threateningly. "And who are you to ask that? You should..."

And all of a sudden like a lightbulb went off, Elli stumbled on her own words and almost choked in disbelieve and surprise.

"Sister? Sister! Emma?"

She blinked a few times at Evan and then looked at Oliver questioningly.

Oliver only shook his head in positive that confirmed Elli's recently gained knowledge.

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Brandan was still fiddling with her fingers as he thought about how to say those words he was so determined to ask her.

In desperateness, he gripped her hand tighter and then turned around to look at her beautiful face. He finally spoke out, "Emma, I was thinking that ... I mean I wanted tell you, no ask you..."

But his advances paused as he heard a strange chaos that erupted somewhere in the house. Even Emma was shocked at the horrific loud noises.

It was like a hurricane had suddenly entered the house. The weird thing was that it seemed like, the hurricane was reaching towards the room they were in for the mix up of all the weird noises got louder - and closer.

Brandan and Emma both were now staring at the closed door with wide eyes as the chaos seemed to stop right on the other side of the wooden barrier.

But that was just for a small second.

The door flew open and almost came off it's hinges. The whole house shook with the force that was delivered to blast that poor door open like that. It banged on the opposite wall the next second making the pictures hanging on the walls clutter giving a feel of an earthquake of deviously high magnitude.

What the hell!

Their mouths were wide open seeing the sight in front of their eyes... the strange, unbelievable sight that entered the room.

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