Chapter 19

Emily’s POV

“Emily”

I took a step away from him, clutching my startled chest.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked with a mix of anger and a rising sense of alarm.

He moved closer, till I could clearly see his disgusted face.

“Why are you dressed like a whore?”

He continued, “Is this what you wanted? To hop from one bar to the next and let men ogle at you.”

I scoffed, “Last time I checked, what I do with my life is none of your business. Now, excuse me.”

I tried to walk away but he grabbed my arm.

“I’m not done talking.”

My patience was at its limit. “Let go of me. Now!!”

He released my grip, only to block my way again.

“I need your help.”

“In what world do you think I would actually help you. Get out of my way, Wesley.”

Ignoring my words, he said “Write a book for me.”

For a minute I was silent, processing the sheer audacity of the man before me.

Then I burst into a round o