Undeniable Desires

Chapter Five.

Emmalee stared at the phone on her nightstand as it begun to ring once again. For the last five days they called her at least twice, but she never bothered to answer. Part of her knew she just turn the device off,  but the other part struggled not to answer.  Their conversation ended the other night with her cutting them off, both off the men speaking at once, by hanging up on them.  She hadn't spoken to either of them since.

She pulled her quilt up over her shoulders and closed her eyes as the ringing died, and rolled over to face the opposite direction. Since last speaking to Asher and Declan, she found out they had done more than just purchase her a phone. They had managed to go behind her back and take it upon themselves to pay the rent she had owed as well. It made her feel like maybe her dad was right and they did want to buy her off for sex. Even that didn't make sense though. With their looks alone they could have anyone they wanted.   What could they find remotely interesting about her?

Deciding it was time to stop moping, she threw the covers back and crawled out of bed. It was currently half passed ten and normally she would already be out making her way through the city.  Dragging her feet through her apartment, Emmalee went straight to the bathroom to shower and brush her teeth. There was really no point going to the kitchen to grab something to eat first when she had finished the last can of tuna for dinner the night before. Maybe this was a good thing, not having any food. Maybe now she could lose a few pounds and start looking like the woman her father expected her to bed. 

Emmalee's bottom lip quivered at the thought and tears quickly pooled her eyes. Why was society so unforgiving? She never really understood why all shapes and sizes couldn't be appreciated, but maybe that was because she was one of the people at the bottom of the totem pole. At least her father should accept her, but obviously that wasn't going to happen either. Over the last few years she had just learned to accept herself and now she wasn't too sure anymore. A few simple words tore her apart completely.

She turned, facing the full size mirror behind her bathroom door, and stared at the reflection staring back at her.  Freckles littered her round face, starting from the bridge of her nose going down the underside of her eyes and across her cheeks. It was something that she had apparently inherited from her mother, along with her unhealthy size. They were parts of herself that she hated the most. So much for learning to love herself, she thought as tears blurred her vision. Her sobs quickly became uncontrollable and she found herself sinking to the bathroom floor, pulling her knees to her chest.

It felt like hours had passed when the tears finally stopped flowing, but that didn't stop the sobs that shook her body. According to her father the way she was now she would never be worth anyone's time, but that had never seemed to bother her before.  She had accepted that part of herself and then...

The sound of her door bell ringing had her lifting her head. She didn't have any friends, so she couldn't imagine that anyone on the other side was of any importance. If anything it was her father coming to lecture her again and frankly she didn't want to hear anymore. She needed to fix what he had already damaged before she could take another lashing from him. The bell rang again, over and over bringing an impatient sigh from her lips. "Alright, I'm coming!" She yelled, slowly getting to her feet. She was at least going to take her time.

Once again glancing into the mirror she noted how red and puffy her eyes were. Her father would know she was crying. Would he feel bad? Opening the bathroom door she dragged her feet slowly across her apartment, ignoring the excessive chime of her door bell. Unlocking the door, she took a deep breath before slowly opening it. "Look, daddy, I'm really not..." Her voice trailed off instantly when she came face to face with Asher and Declan. "What are you doing here?" She asked softly, her gaze dropping to the floor. 

Asher's hand fell from the doorbell and down at his side. At first he wasn't even sure she was even home, now he wished she hadn't been. Her perfect pale skin was flushed and eyes swollen and red as if she had spent days crying.  It made his heart sink. All he wanted to do was pull her into his arms, but she looked so fragile standing in front of them, like the simplest touch would have her falling apart.

"What happened love?" Declan asked, reaching forward and lifting her chin so that he could look into her eyes. "Why are you crying?"

Emmalee took a step back away from his touch and took a deep breath. The phone call earlier, they must have been calling to tell her they were on the way. Ignoring his question, she forced herself to stand a little taller and cleared her throat. "The phone is in the other room. Just wait right here and I'll retrieve it for you."

"We don't want it." Asher finally spoke, stepping inside as she turned to walk away despite her telling them to wait.  The sound of the door clicking shut told him Declan had ignored it as well. "It was a gift."

She slowly turned to face them, lightly biting her lower lip. "Well, I didn't ask for it. I don't want it."

Declan crossed his arms over her chest and stared at her a moment.  "Why? Because your mentally abusive arse of a father told you stories? All while making you question your worth and our intentions with you?" He asked, his tone heavy. "Instead of making assumptions with him why don't you ask us what are intentions are? Because I don't plan on paying anyone for sex. Never have. Never will. I simply don't have to."

"Dec," Asher said softly, placing his hand on his shoulder. 

He merely shrugged him off, shooting him a quick glance. "No," He said simply. "She needs to grow a back bone and think for herself. If I have to tell her things she doesn't necessarily want to her so be it."

Emmalee's mouth fell open, but nothing came out. She couldn't help the tears the pooled under her lashes.  She watched as Declan merely shook his head. 

"I won't have any of that." Declan said referring to her tears. "Go clean up your face and get dressed. We leave in ten."

Asher punched Declan in the arm as Emmalee turned and ran off down the hallway. "You can't tell her to think for herself and then order her around." He seethed. "You're being an asshole."

He merely shrugged, moving to sit down on the sofa in the living room with a sigh. A moment later Asher joined him. "What do you even have planned?"

"We are going to take her out and show her how a woman should be treated. " He said simply.

So, yeah, I'm a horrible person. It's been ages. This chapter sucks. blah blah blah. I lost my muse for awhile. I've been depressed. Life happens. You know what though? I've got a friend and reader that is going to keep me on track as I now have some free time. So, if things go as planned I should have a couple of updates a week.  I'm also working on another story with a friend and would love for you all to check out.  It is called Love is Where we Are by lolarose0.

Here is a little description:

"Why did you even come back here?" Mason's words were slurred, falling off his tongue with bitter disdain. Until that morning he had never expected to see Roxanne again, and over the years he had convinced himself that he hadn't wanted to. Never would he have ever guessed that she was the one his father had hired as his new personal assistant. "My life stopped revolving around you when you cheated on me." Roxie spat back instantly. "You know, mere weeks before we were suppose to be married? I don't need to answer to you." She took hold of the door, moving to slam it in his face. She couldn't believe he had the audacity to show up at her apartment in the middle of the night, completely intoxicated, to antagonize her. Mason moved quickly, blocking the door with his body, surprising them both that he hadn't landed on his face. "Mason, get out before I call the police."Mason's eyes narrowed at her, glaring. Before he could process what he was doing he had her pressed against the back of the door, his hands on either side of her face. "Fuck you, Roxie." His lips crashed to her's, sloppy and uncalculated, but she didn't resist. A reluctant moan passed her lips and her fingers dug into the expensive fabric of his Armani button up shirt.

So, tell me what you think. 

Do you think think Declan was too harsh with Emmalee or was his points valid?

What do you think they should do when they go out?

Votes and comments will give me motivation.