''You took me on a jet to New York,'' He says, causing me to look up and meet his eyes but due to the sunglasses that he's wearing—I can't really see where he's looking. ''That's not surprising.'' He adds.
Then, he leans back on his seat, using his palm to support his chin, ''Of course it's not and for your information, I just saved both of our asses from being stranded on an island for a whole week.'' I effortlessly flip my hair, earning a smirk from him.
''How come?''
''Your mother wanted to plan a honeymoon for us and she asked me to choose a destination. I had a better idea and I took it as my chance. I chose New York because I told her I didn't want to go on a honeymoon—like, why would I?'' I reply.
It irritates me that I'm not able to see his eyes. Just by the way his head is facing me, shows how he's actually looking my way but I can't read his facial expressions; especially right now.
''Take that off,'' I mutter under my breath.
''Take what off?'' He asks, raising an eyebrow.
''That, take it off.'' I say, pointing at his sunglasses. For some reason, I'm not scared of challenging him or asking him to do things. Even if things were awkward before, I manage to feel comfortable now.
''If I won't?'' He leans forward a little bit.
Surprisingly, I brace myself to lean in further so that our knees would be touching. It does not affect him the slightest but I remain my calm. I reach out for his sunglasses and once I manage to take it off, I am left with his eyes completely attached to mine—leaving me breathless.
''There, that wasn't so hard, was it?'' I breathe.
As soon as I lean back on my seat, he leans back too before pulling his sunglasses back on; causing me to roll my eyes in annoyance at his attitude. Then, he crosses his arms—in a way that shows he is going to sleep.
Hours and hours have passed but I can't seem to fall asleep for long because my mind is constantly remind of Emery. For instance, I am always reminded that he's here, in front of me and when I fall asleep, he might end up watching me but that's a total bullshit.
Emery doesn't seem bothered much in his sleep. He barely even move and would only slightly whenever he feels uncomfortable but other than that, he stays till at his spot. I don't actually understand why he won't go at the back in the bedroom provided—because obviously, he's allowed to sleep there.
Then again, so am I.
I open my eyes to find the private jet landing; making me look down at New York City. My lips curve up into a small smile, missing home and missing the smell of freshly cooked food. Everything seems to be playing in my mind for a few times; especially the food.
The restaurant has been on my mind for quite some time, probably because I've missed it that much. With a sigh, I turn to glance at Emery, seeing that he's currently rubbing the back of his neck but both of his eyes are closed—he had removed his sunglasses a few hours back.
Once we have safely landed, I quickly make my way out with Emery trailing behind me. Without us knowing, we are already standing outside the airport with our bags on the ground as we wait for a cab.
''Sorry to disappoint you but I didn't hire a chauffeur,''
Emery snorts, fixing his hair by running his fingers through them before turning to look at me, ''It's actually expectable that we'll be riding a cab,'' He replies, both of his hands in his jeans' pocket as he turns to look away.
It surprises me at the sight of him. Every single time. God damn it, why? He doesn't even do anything but I always end up falling hard. Falling deep. Yes, he doesn't notice and he won't notice but I think I have fallen for him—in a way that I can't explain.
''Can you take that off?'' I ask.
''What is it with you and sunglasses?'' He asks back, taking it off before glaring at me. It takes me awhile to realise that he manage to make my lips curve up into a smile.
''I just don't like it,'' That I can't look into your eyes, I say to myself in my mind; but I keep it to myself.
''Oh yeah? That's your problem. Not mine,'' He puts his sunglasses back on and starts to look straight down the road, slightly hiding his face whenever he finds people staring at him in a way that they would notice him.
''Who are you hiding from?'' I ask, slightly feeling concern but I expect an answer from him already.
''I don't think it's safe to be out here for too long.'' He replies, clearing his throat, ''Especially when we're still being the centre of attention,'' He adds.
All of a sudden, I find myself laughing so hard that I can actually explode on the floor. Emery glances at my direction for a few seconds before turning to completely look at my face—probably realising how insane I am, bad luck to him then. I cross my arms, looking up due to his height, ''I'm sorry, baby but I forgot to list in ten bodyguards for the sake of your safety. Remind me to do that, like yesterday?'' I roll my eyes at him.
Both of his eyebrows furrow in disagreement, ''That's not what I meant—'' He starts to speak.
I cut him off, ''Oh no. I know, there are like thousands of serial killers here in New York. Be careful, don't want to be on their list.'' I say, sarcastically.
Seconds before he can respond, I manage to get a cab for the both of us—he just stands there while I pick up our luggages but I don't mind due to the speechless look on his face. It satisfies me.
Honestly, Emery is far from what I've expected. He has lived in Melbourne since he was eighteen and due to that, he has not act like a self-centred prince. He seems very humble and common; like a normal person. No one would have expected him to be royalty. Neither would I, at first.
I know what he meant and he was right. It's not safe for the both of us to be in public for a long duration because we're still fresh and known to the world. We need a few more weeks or even months to actually slowly let our name slide aside from the press but Emery doesn't need to worry about it at the moment, New York is a busy place and hardly anyone can recognise us unless they stop and stare.
Once we have arrived at my apartment, Emery follows behind me without uttering a single word before he starts to make his way towards the middle—while I close the door, hearing it lock itself. I take a few seconds to eye him from behind, cherishing.
''Nice home,'' He says
''Nice home,'' He says.
I just agree to almost everything. Guess he did a pretty good job,'' I reply before pulling my
Jace. With a sigh, I ignore the
the second one for my wardrobe and the third one for my office. So, it leaves you with my bedroom—if
and letting him enter first. He eyes the whole room, examining everything. Then,
will I
not really caring if I sleep on the couch. I thought he was going to let me sleep in here,
doesn't truly match in any
any way possible. It's like, whenever I enter my room, it feels like being in a different place due to the black furnitures while the living room mostly have light coloured furnitures. My bedroom, my wardrobe and the bathroom are the only places that I decorate in this
the
you?'' I
with you,'' He replies, glancing at the mirror near the bed as he watches
think that I'm a creep or anything but hell yeah! I want to be on the bed with him, especially when we sleep because we might end up cuddling. That's
I clear
I was still stuck in England's time but I immediately turn to look at the clock on the wall, ''You can explore the apartment on your own and order whatever you want
you
to my restaurant.'' I answer. It takes me awhile to realise that I can just bring him along because then it'll be easier. Apart from that, I can also show Jace, wanting him to see how amazingly gorgeous my husband is, ''You can come along if you want, free
shakes his head, ''I'll be fine. You
few stuff that I might need as I make my way out towards the living room. As I write my address on a piece of paper,
Emery, I see that he's busy eyeing the place so I step out of my
restaurant has been a must for me.
From outside, I manage to see the amount of customers walking in as they talk; it surprises me that my restaurant has never failed to attract
see the restaurant, filled with people. I make my way towards the back, smiling widely
I call out,
call out,
running towards me; pulling me close for a hug, ''Oh my god, you're back! Emma, you're finally back. Wait, I have a lot to tell you because a lot of things have happened ever since you were gone but girl, you were smoking hot during your wedding. Not to
a chuckle, placing my index finger on his lips, ''Shh, it's our sweet little secret. I don't want
Everyone knows
would be ending. The free old me won't be the same if people find out; especially the press. So, Jace, just please, shut
your hot daddy?'' He licks his
here for today so don't get your hopes high. You will probably
didn't even invite me
sorry, Jace. Things weren't really as slow as I expected. The wedding occurred too quickly and I didn't really have time to invite anyone except my family,'' I mutter
He's understanding. A lot more than anyone would understand someone. Besides, he would always be here whenever I need him. Never far but
I just
hard to
might seem weird to some people and they would always think of us as a couple but Jace and I are very close to each
Not lip kisses though.
I think your hot daddy is
better look around but he still hasn't found me due to the amount of people in here. My lips curve up into a smile, without
towards him, I find him looking down at me immediately, his lips slightly curving; probably relieved
''I'm here,'' He chuckles.
you wouldn't come,'' I
grumbling so since you've given me the address and the directions, I made it perfectly
his face shows how he's a bit proud to make it here
me, extremely close due to the fact that he wants to be close with Emery. I look up at Emery once more, seeing him
at each other but it's quite a bonus for Jace, since he finds Emery hot and very attractive, he shall take this
Emery replies with
the best table near the window. A lot of people would request this table because it brings them some sort of comfort; not because it's close to the window but because they get to actually
wait to hear the
couldn't hear a single word he said with Jace because my mind is fully occupied with his presence. My heart beats at
He's beautiful, I admit.
with a small smile on his face, ''Nice place.'' He says, earning himself a smile from me. Then, I continue to
''Actually, dad and I did. This was originally his restaurant,'' He nods at my
lightly entwining our fingers together, causing me to feel my cheeks heat up immediately. I look up at him once more, ''When I said that I'll try, I meant it. For some reason, I feel like
smiles, gripping
just Emma,'' I breathe
''And I'm just Emery,''
up smiling at each other as he caress the back of my hand with his thumb, causing me to look down at our entwined hand—loving how my hand fits perfectly with his, mixing the perfect amount of warmth so that neither of us would feel uncomfortable if we hold hands for a long
easy, I mean, I thought he would end up continuously rejecting me in a
Emma
''You took me on a jet to New York,'' He says, causing me to look up and meet his eyes but due to the sunglasses that he's wearing—I can't really see where he's looking. ''That's not surprising.'' He adds.
Then, he leans back on his seat, using his palm to support his chin, ''Of course it's not and for your information, I just saved both of our asses from being stranded on an island for a whole week.'' I effortlessly flip my hair, earning a smirk from him.
''How come?''
''Your mother wanted to plan a honeymoon for us and she asked me to choose a destination. I had a better idea and I took it as my chance. I chose New York because I told her I didn't want to go on a honeymoon—like, why would I?'' I reply.
It irritates me that I'm not able to see his eyes. Just by the way his head is facing me, shows how he's actually looking my way but I can't read his facial expressions; especially right now.
''Take that off,'' I mutter under my breath.
''Take what off?'' He asks, raising an eyebrow.
''That, take it off.'' I say, pointing at his sunglasses. For some reason, I'm not scared of challenging him or asking him to do things. Even if things were awkward before, I manage to feel comfortable now.
''If I won't?'' He leans forward a little bit.
Surprisingly, I brace myself to lean in further so that our knees would be touching. It does not affect him the slightest but I remain my calm. I reach out for his sunglasses and once I manage to take it off, I am left with his eyes completely attached to mine—leaving me breathless.
''There, that wasn't so hard, was it?'' I breathe.
As soon as I lean back on my seat, he leans back too before pulling his sunglasses back on; causing me to roll my eyes in annoyance at his attitude. Then, he crosses his arms—in a way that shows he is going to sleep.
Hours and hours have passed but I can't seem to fall asleep for long because my mind is constantly remind of Emery. For instance, I am always reminded that he's here, in front of me and when I fall asleep, he might end up watching me but that's a total bullshit.
Emery doesn't seem bothered much in his sleep. He barely even move and would only slightly whenever he feels uncomfortable but other than that, he stays till at his spot. I don't actually understand why he won't go at the back in the bedroom provided—because obviously, he's allowed to sleep there.
Then again, so am I.
I open my eyes to find the private jet landing; making me look down at New York City. My lips curve up into a small smile, missing home and missing the smell of freshly cooked food. Everything seems to be playing in my mind for a few times; especially the food.
The restaurant has been on my mind for quite some time, probably because I've missed it that much. With a sigh, I turn to glance at Emery, seeing that he's currently rubbing the back of his neck but both of his eyes are closed—he had removed his sunglasses a few hours back.
Once we have safely landed, I quickly make my way out with Emery trailing behind me. Without us knowing, we are already standing outside the airport with our bags on the ground as we wait for a cab.
''Sorry to disappoint you but I didn't hire a chauffeur,''
Emery snorts, fixing his hair by running his fingers through them before turning to look at me, ''It's actually expectable that we'll be riding a cab,'' He replies, both of his hands in his jeans' pocket as he turns to look away.
It surprises me at the sight of him. Every single time. God damn it, why? He doesn't even do anything but I always end up falling hard. Falling deep. Yes, he doesn't notice and he won't notice but I think I have fallen for him—in a way that I can't explain.
''Can you take that off?'' I ask.
''What is it with you and sunglasses?'' He asks back, taking it off before glaring at me. It takes me awhile to realise that he manage to make my lips curve up into a smile.
''I just don't like it,'' That I can't look into your eyes, I say to myself in my mind; but I keep it to myself.
''Oh yeah? That's your problem. Not mine,'' He puts his sunglasses back on and starts to look straight down the road, slightly hiding his face whenever he finds people staring at him in a way that they would notice him.
''Who are you hiding from?'' I ask, slightly feeling concern but I expect an answer from him already.
''I don't think it's safe to be out here for too long.'' He replies, clearing his throat, ''Especially when we're still being the centre of attention,'' He adds.
All of a sudden, I find myself laughing so hard that I can actually explode on the floor. Emery glances at my direction for a few seconds before turning to completely look at my face—probably realising how insane I am, bad luck to him then. I cross my arms, looking up due to his height, ''I'm sorry, baby but I forgot to list in ten bodyguards for the sake of your safety. Remind me to do that, like yesterday?'' I roll my eyes at him.
Both of his eyebrows furrow in disagreement, ''That's not what I meant—'' He starts to speak.
I cut him off, ''Oh no. I know, there are like thousands of serial killers here in New York. Be careful, don't want to be on their list.'' I say, sarcastically.
Seconds before he can respond, I manage to get a cab for the both of us—he just stands there while I pick up our luggages but I don't mind due to the speechless look on his face. It satisfies me.
Honestly, Emery is far from what I've expected. He has lived in Melbourne since he was eighteen and due to that, he has not act like a self-centred prince. He seems very humble and common; like a normal person. No one would have expected him to be royalty. Neither would I, at first.
I know what he meant and he was right. It's not safe for the both of us to be in public for a long duration because we're still fresh and known to the world. We need a few more weeks or even months to actually slowly let our name slide aside from the press but Emery doesn't need to worry about it at the moment, New York is a busy place and hardly anyone can recognise us unless they stop and stare.
Once we have arrived at my apartment, Emery follows behind me without uttering a single word before he starts to make his way towards the middle—while I close the door, hearing it lock itself. I take a few seconds to eye him from behind, cherishing.
''Nice home,'' He says
''Nice home,'' He says.
I just agree to almost everything. Guess he did a pretty good job,'' I reply before pulling my
Jace. With a sigh, I ignore the
the second one for my wardrobe and the third one for my office. So, it leaves you with my bedroom—if
and letting him enter first. He eyes the whole room, examining everything. Then,
will I
not really caring if I sleep on the couch. I thought he was going to let me sleep in here,
doesn't truly match in any
any way possible. It's like, whenever I enter my room, it feels like being in a different place due to the black furnitures while the living room mostly have light coloured furnitures. My bedroom, my wardrobe and the bathroom are the only places that I decorate in this
the
you?'' I
with you,'' He replies, glancing at the mirror near the bed as he watches
think that I'm a creep or anything but hell yeah! I want to be on the bed with him, especially when we sleep because we might end up cuddling. That's
I clear
I was still stuck in England's time but I immediately turn to look at the clock on the wall, ''You can explore the apartment on your own and order whatever you want
you
to my restaurant.'' I answer. It takes me awhile to realise that I can just bring him along because then it'll be easier. Apart from that, I can also show Jace, wanting him to see how amazingly gorgeous my husband is, ''You can come along if you want, free
shakes his head, ''I'll be fine. You
few stuff that I might need as I make my way out towards the living room. As I write my address on a piece of paper,
Emery, I see that he's busy eyeing the place so I step out of my
restaurant has been a must for me.
From outside, I manage to see the amount of customers walking in as they talk; it surprises me that my restaurant has never failed to attract
see the restaurant, filled with people. I make my way towards the back, smiling widely
I call out,
call out,
running towards me; pulling me close for a hug, ''Oh my god, you're back! Emma, you're finally back. Wait, I have a lot to tell you because a lot of things have happened ever since you were gone but girl, you were smoking hot during your wedding. Not to
a chuckle, placing my index finger on his lips, ''Shh, it's our sweet little secret. I don't want
Everyone knows
would be ending. The free old me won't be the same if people find out; especially the press. So, Jace, just please, shut
your hot daddy?'' He licks his
here for today so don't get your hopes high. You will probably
didn't even invite me
sorry, Jace. Things weren't really as slow as I expected. The wedding occurred too quickly and I didn't really have time to invite anyone except my family,'' I mutter
He's understanding. A lot more than anyone would understand someone. Besides, he would always be here whenever I need him. Never far but
I just
hard to
might seem weird to some people and they would always think of us as a couple but Jace and I are very close to each
Not lip kisses though.
I think your hot daddy is
better look around but he still hasn't found me due to the amount of people in here. My lips curve up into a smile, without
towards him, I find him looking down at me immediately, his lips slightly curving; probably relieved
''I'm here,'' He chuckles.
you wouldn't come,'' I
grumbling so since you've given me the address and the directions, I made it perfectly
his face shows how he's a bit proud to make it here
me, extremely close due to the fact that he wants to be close with Emery. I look up at Emery once more, seeing him
at each other but it's quite a bonus for Jace, since he finds Emery hot and very attractive, he shall take this
Emery replies with
the best table near the window. A lot of people would request this table because it brings them some sort of comfort; not because it's close to the window but because they get to actually
wait to hear the
couldn't hear a single word he said with Jace because my mind is fully occupied with his presence. My heart beats at
He's beautiful, I admit.
with a small smile on his face, ''Nice place.'' He says, earning himself a smile from me. Then, I continue to
''Actually, dad and I did. This was originally his restaurant,'' He nods at my
lightly entwining our fingers together, causing me to feel my cheeks heat up immediately. I look up at him once more, ''When I said that I'll try, I meant it. For some reason, I feel like
smiles, gripping
just Emma,'' I breathe
''And I'm just Emery,''
up smiling at each other as he caress the back of my hand with his thumb, causing me to look down at our entwined hand—loving how my hand fits perfectly with his, mixing the perfect amount of warmth so that neither of us would feel uncomfortable if we hold hands for a long
easy, I mean, I thought he would end up continuously rejecting me in a