One Night With Mr Braxton

” What do you mean engagement?” Emma asked, while Mrs. Adams approached her bed.

” Oh dear! We don’t have time. You need to be ready before the young master comes in.” She tutted, taking in her appearance. ” There’s so much to do and yet so little time!”

” Wait a second.” Emma said, holding up her hand. ” Get ready for what? I don’t remember making plans with anybody and I don’t feel too well right now.” She excused, hoping she could be left alone.

” Are you okay? Where does it hurt? Why didn’t you say anything? I’ll invite the doctor over.” Mrs. Adams fussed, desperately searching her pockets for a handphone.

Emma’s eyes widened. She felt alright and intended to get them off her back using that excuse but apparently underestimated their dedication to ensuring she was doing good.

Scratch that, she couldn’t understand their dedication to her.

” No, no , no. I’m alright! I mean, I just need to rest and everything will be alright.” She said, hoping that she’d get the gist of things and just leave her alone?

” I need to be sure nothing’s up. Just relax while I go get the doctor. Just to be safe, okay. I’ll need to update Mr. Braxton too. Do hold on.” Mrs Adams continued with her fuss, only relaxing after gaining hold of her phone.

When Emma noticed that she had no plans of listening to her, she panicked. ” I’m alright! I just want to be alone so please don’t call him!” She blurted, turning crimson afterwards.

” You don’t think I know that child?” Mrs. Braxton said, smiling broadly. ” One could tell that from a mile away. It just felt good to get back in the act. It’s been a while since we got to do anything fun around here.” She ended with a laugh.

Emma couldn’t believe her eyes. Mrs. Adams was actually laughing. Not just laughing, but laughing at her expense. It was all a joke and while panicking, she outed herself.

Typical Emma.

The most absurd thing about the whole fiasco was that after some moments, she couldn’t help but smile. Mrs. Adam’s laughter was so contagious that she couldn’t help but join in.

For a few minutes, Emma allowed herself to laugh alongside Mrs. Adams who was having the time of her life. One thing that surprised her, at that moment, she felt at peace, her smile was genuine.

She felt a single plant spring up on an empty field and for the first time in a long while, she felt happy. In the midst of uncertainty and chaos.

*****

Talia was returning home after a long meeting with her team. With the collection release happening soon, she was busier than usual, and with more work, came a nastier mood.

” I already warned you! I don’t want to hear stories! I need them ready before evening. My appearance is in two days!” She yelled into the phone, fuming and hanging up.

” What is wrong with you? Can you move any slower? Step on it you fool! I don’t have all day.” She said with a tone that brought chills to her chauffeur.

Within seconds, he stepped on the gas which resulted in another string of insults.

” You bastard! Are you trying to kill me?! What? Did my enemies send you out for me? Where the hell are you headed?!” Talia bellowed, noting they were headed the wrong way.

” I’m sorry ma’am! I have to do this!” The man said, pulling up the car camisole, thereby separating them.

” What?! Are you trying to kidnap me? Do you know who I am?! Open this door!!!” She screamed, panicking as she tried the doors.

” Calm down ma’am! I promise I’m not doing anything wrong.” The car noticeably sped up from that moment. Despite the shouts and protest from Talia, the driver remained undeterred.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Overcome with fear, Talia picked up her phone, wanting to call for help but was met with notice of her battery already emptied. The light of hope disappeared when she realized there wasn’t any means or method of powering on her phone.

Was this the end? Was she now paying for her sins?

Talia thought, ridden with fear. This couldn’t be her life, This couldn’t be the end! She had a lot more to do! She can’t be written off so cheaply! Not without a fight at least.

When she felt the car slow down, she readied herself with her now deadly, pin heeled shoe. It was time to put those self defense lessons to use. At least, she had the advantage of leaving as they definitely wouldn’t have seen her attack coming.

She’d hit them with as much power she could muster and afterwards, make a run for it. If she was lucky enough, she’d get away with the car and if she wasn’t, she’d kill herself before letting them take her hostage.

She wasn’t letting them the satisfaction of seeing her captured, bound or neutralized. Over her dead body. When the door flew open, Talia was ready to slay the dragon but was destabilized by what she saw.

Colton, dressed stylishly and holding out a single rose flower alongside a stunning smile to match.

” My love, I am very

Talia hit him in the face with her weapon before he could finish his line.

” How dare you do this?! I warned you never to stay away from me and you pull this stunt?! ” She yelled, stunning everyone with her reaction.

She looked around, only then noticing the decorated patio of a house which held an already served table apparently supposed to host their peaceful reconciliation and reengagement.

Every single thing, wasted and gone down the drain.

” I’m so-sorry… I just –

” Save it! Where’s that damned driver? ” She asked aloud, not minding how ridiculous she looked barefoot.

” Ma’am…” a small voice acknowledged, scared and worried for himself after what he’d witnessed.

” Hand over the keys. You are fired! ” She said, snatching the keys angrily. ” Don’t ever appear before my eyes. The day you do, I promise, that’s the day you die!”

Talia headed into the car, not sparing a second glance at Colton or his little set up and sped away, leaving everyone awkward and unable to react.

” What are you standing there for?! Get me out of here this instant and not say a word about this to anyone!” Colton bellowed, getting up angrily and kicking the shoe so hard that it hurt.

It didn’t hurt like the growing bruise on his cheekbone. Talia was one hell of a woman and her blow was fatal.

He didn’t want to see the growing bruise he knew was coming and instead got into the car and sped back to his apartment. Brainstorming ideas to get her back while simultaneously getting back at her.

His face was precious and an attack on it was an attack on his person. A case that would be settled much later. For now, he just wanted to forget the humiliation and flat out embarrassment he’d gone through at the hands of his supposed fiance.

*****

Emma and Mrs Adams were at it again.

” There’s literally nothing befitting for the occasion here, my dear. You need to go shopping or better still, I can arrange for the family’s designer to come fix you up.” She tutted, ” your hair is perfect, I’ll just call for some brief trimming and you’ll be awesome! The maidens will take care of your bath, manicure and pedicure! You just need to sit back and enjoy it, okay?” She listed out, physically bouncing on her feet.

Emma couldn’t keep up. Heck, she didn’t even understand the reason behind the spontaneous dinner. How could she? The supposed person hadn’t spoken more than a word to her since her second arrival to the damned house and she’s supposed to have a grandiose dinner with him?!

” You’re not listening to me! I don’t know the purpose of this dinner, I have little to no recollection of how I got here in the first place and honestly just need to be alone, gathering my answers and figuring out my next step!”

” That’s why you need to prepare. Listen, you have an opportunity to ask all the many questions you need. But first things first, okay? Where were we? Oh yeah, preparations!” Mrs Adams spoke excitedly and continued rattling out orders. Soon, Emma was surrounded by maidens, ready to carry out their duties.

Never expecting such attention, Emma returned to her shell, agreeing to whatever it is that needed to get her prepared. She needed answers and truth be told, she was shit at sourcing it out so she may as well take the opportunity.

It wasn’t like she had any other choice. This was her only and best option as opposed to staying in and experiencing weird hallucinations.

If she was going to get back at her family, she needed to start somewhere. Preferably at the beginning. If there was anyone who had the answers she needed, it had to be the pioneer of the whole situation.

Mr. Braxton.