Hot Coffee (The Hollens)

Chapter 44 (Tracking)

Ethan's POV

Hearing Emma's voice sent chills all over me again. She brought out the heat in me. I was missing

having her near me— her beautiful bright brown eyes, soft hair, silky brown skin, full lips and soft

calming voice, but with an edge to slice you in half whenever she got angry. My Emma.

"Hannah, I don't like this coffee. Remake this. I want it to be perfect this time," I said for the fifth time.

I was in my home office, typing out the contents and organizing for my company's Autumn Gala in two

weeks. It would be extraordinary; it always was. I hosted the event each year before winter to raise

money for homeless shelters and children with cancer at the local hospitals and cancer treatment

centers in America. The company raised millions each year.

"But, Mr. Hollen, I've made the coffee over five times already, and it's still not to your liking?"

"Hannah, if I don't like the taste of it, I won't drink it. I want a drinkable cup of coffee."

"What's wrong with it, sir?" she asked with a little attitude.

I arched my eyebrows. "It doesn't taste like what I usually drink."

"That's because I wasn't the one who usually makes your coffee. Why don't you get your fiancee to Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

mak—"

"Get Out!" The nerve of that woman to stand there and talk back to me with such attitude.

"This is bull, Mr. Hollen! You're taking your frustrations out on me over a cup of coffee I've made five

times. I'm not your fiancee. I don't know how she made your coffee," she snapped, taking the cup from

the desk then storming out, slamming the door behind her.

Emma must have told her that she was the one who always made my coffee. She was still upset about

that that unforgettable night.

I shook off what just happened with Hannah because she was right. I was taking my frustration out on

her over the coffee because it tasted nothing like what Emma used to make for me. Emma's coffee was

special, just like her. It calmed me, revived me and took my stress away. I was dying for her coffee and

the new maid, nor even Halley, could perfect it.

I heaved a sigh in frustration but I went back into typing on my computer.

A knock came at the door.

"Who's it?"

"Halley."

"Come in, Halley."

"Sorry to disturb you, Mr. Hollen, but you said you'll like to know if I heard from Emma."

My eyes immediately left the computer and latched onto her. Both she and I had been calling Emma

nonstop since she left the house.

"What did she say?"

"She said she was alright and she didn't want me to worry about her."

"Did she tell you where she was?"

"No, I asked her but she thought I would snitch to you. She's even going to change her phone when the

weekend is over. She knows you can track it."

"Damn it. I forgot to contact my ICT guy. I'm certain he could track it ASAP."

"Even if it's off? Because I tried calling her a while back and it went straight to voicemail."

"I need to find her. I need to fix this," my voice was breaking. I couldn't stand the thought of her being

out there alone and unsafe. The police still hadn't located my mother and Sharon as of yet. Heaven

only knew what extent they were willing to go to hurt her, all because of me.

"Well, Emma isn't an explorer unless she's with someone, like me or you, for instance. I don't believe

she'd go too far away. If she happens to be close by, you could find her. Some pompous paparazzi is

bound to capture her on a street or in a cafe or even at an apartment or something."

"Wow. I never even thought about that. I'll watch the GSDC."

"Thanks Halley. You're the best."

"Well you're the best boss and the best big—"

"Hey, we've talked about this," I cut her off with a sharp look.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Let me know if you find anything on Emma."

I nodded and she left the room.

I quickly started to browse the GSDC web page. There they gave all the updates of new gossip and

rumors about celebrities and the rich and famous, captured pictures, trending fashions, what's out and

what's in, etc. I hated the channel so much. I didn't know how anyone could sit down and watched that

load of crap. Needless to say, I was now looking at their page.

I did not find anything about Emma and had been looking for almost an hour. I gave up, eventually, and

headed to my kitchen. I was exhausted and hungry. I made myself some cream of wheat and headed

towards the patio.

"Mr. Hollen, look at this!" Halley yelled, rushing to me with her phone in hand.

I got up as she stood right in front of me, giving me her phone. There was a picture of a couple in a

silver convertible. "Halley, what is this?" I asked, studying the picture; I was trying to place that guy's

face. He looked so familiar.

"That's Emma!" she screamed at me, taking the phone and zooming in on the picture.

It was Emma, with this guy! In a car! Driving down West Street! My blood boiled. She seemed happy,

she was smiling and so was the guy. Smiling with my damn Emma. She was mine, not his. I would

have his head for this!

"Who the hell is the guy?" I asked with rage, squeezing the phone in the palms of my hands.

"Rumor has it that he's the owner of some kind of upcoming, local hotel chain or something. His name

wasn't stated."

I read the caption. Their names weren't stated but the title read: Friend or Beau?

"Thanks for showing this to me. I'll find her," I said and headed indoors.

Halley followed slowly behind.

A part of me felt heavy and another part felt like it couldn't hold on anymore. I wanted Emma for myself;

I didn't want any other guy around her, especially guys like that. He seemed dorky with his washed up

silver convertible and blonde hair.

I got my ICT was on the phone.

"I just sent you a picture. Can you tell me who that guy is?"

"Sure Mr. H, gimme a sec."

I heard him type into the keyboard on his laptop.

"He's Roger Stones. Owner of the La Casa complex in Tribeca and a few boutique hotels, twenty seven

years old, clean record."

"Thanks, that will be all."

"Anything for you boss."

"One more thing, can you track Emma's phone and get me a location? I think it might be off though."

"That's not a prob/ I'll lock into it right now but it's gonna take some time if it's switched off. Either way,

I'll get a location immediately."

"How do you do these things?"

"Everyone's got a talent boss. This is mine."

Two hours later my phone rang.

"She's at the hotel at La Casa."

I wanted to strangle Roger and I hadn't met him yet. I took my keys off the table and headed to the

garage.