100 Days With Mr Romero

She sipped her tea and fondled the surface of the cup lost in thoughts. Emma was thinking about Sam’s proposition. She took one more sip from the mug and placed it on the stool beside her. She stretched herself on her largest sofa wrapping herself in a shawl her mother had given her.

She pondered more on the proposition debating with her inner subconscious whether to accept the offer or not. She knew what accepting the offer Sam had proposed to her meant.

She turned to the right, facing the blank wall while adjusting her shawl. She couldn’t stop thinking about Sam’s offer and asked herself severally whether to accept the offer or not.

Meanwhile, Emma had been taking online courses in the quest to complete her education. She had registered and began schooling months ago. She devoted a large chunk of her time to the studies because she is bent on achieving her goal.

Emma thought that if she gives in to this proposition, it will either make or break her and she wasn’t sure which one to go with. She quickly remembered she needed to take out some of Ryan’s clothes which she came to Chicago with.

While leaving New York, she had stuffed few belongings of Ryan in her bag alongside his portrait. Whenever she missed him, Emma will take out his clothes, sniff it and weep. This act reminded her of her lost child. After his death anniversary, she had promised herself that she will do away with those stuffs because she felt it was necessary for her healing. She had made up her mind to get rid of all Ryan’s belongings.

She quickly jumped out of the sofa leaving the shawl behind. She went to her bedroom and headed to the section of the drawer where Ryan’s clothes were. She brought them out and wanted to sniff them but after the anniversary of Ryan’s death, she had promised herself not to weep again. She shook his Christmas overall covered in red and she was shocked when a picture fell out from it.

She quickly took the picture from the floor, turned it around and her eyes were greeted by an intimate picture of her and Gideon. They had taken that photograph on a Christmas morning and when the photographer brought it home, Ryan recognizing his parents snatched the picture from the photographer and wouldn’t give it to anyone.

He kept screaming “Dada Mama. ” which Emma clearly recalled at the moment. Ryan must have stuffed the picture in his overall pocket and it was since stuck to the overall which remained un noticed. Emma went and sat on her bed glaring at the photograph before her.

Emma caressed the picture and she couldn’t help but imagine Gideon’s smile that day and how it always came to life.

“Gideon! ” she said while placing her head against the bed.

Deep within her, Emma could feel the thoughts of Gideon coming to her mind. She began to miss him instantly. I thought I had moved on she told herself while staring at the photograph which was bringing up buried emotions to life.

Still holding unto the picture, she thought about her wedding night with Gideon. They say people had the most eventful wedding night but hers was rather dramatic and quite eventful too.

She smiled on her bed as her senses drifted to that day. They had just gotten married after Gideon found out she was expecting his child after a one night stand.

“I’ll get some sleep now. ” she had told him that night as she took off her wedding dress. It was a hectic day and she was tired.

“Do you have any expectations? ” Gideon had asked her as she was about to retire for the night after showering.

“No. ” she had replied him that day even though she had always imagined what her first night with her husband would be. When she married Gideon that day, she knew it was impossible for her to have the wedding night she had always imagined especially with the circumstance surrounding the event.

She wore a comfortable lingerie and laid on the bed opposite Gideon. They were both facing the ceiling until Gideon finally spoke.

“I know both of us didn’t see this coming but I will try to make this marriage work for the sake of our baby. ” Gideon had told her while placing his hand on her belly.

She had smiled, turned around to face him and didn’t utter a word.

“You looked perfect in your wedding dress.” Gideon had told her while staring directly into her eyes. She blushed and shut her eyes.

“Why don’t you tell me how you will want this night to be and I promise to make it eventful. ” Gideon had whispered into her ears as his breath fell on her face.

Emma then led his hands on her body and when Gideon mounted on her, she was moaning in few minutes. That night when Gideon made love to her, she kept marveling on the way he had handled her, how he mastered her body even though that was just the second time they were having sex.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Emma then thought about Ryan’s death and Judy immediately crept into her thoughts. She imagined whether Gideon and Judy were together now.

Were they married now? she thought and she began to burn with anger form the inside. She instantly hated Gideon and thought about his compromising position with Judy in the clip she had received. She tore the photograph she was holding at that moment into pieces and threw the pieces all over the bed with a loud groan of frustration.

Why was she thinking about Gideon a moment ago if he was the one that unleashed hell on her she thought. He might be with Judy now she thought again. They were probably having dinner or in each other’s arms or rather making love.

Then the thought of going to New York crossed her mind. She will return to New York. She smiled halfway and thought of something. She will be accepting Sam’s offer. She will be accepting the proposition she told herself. “To hell with Gideon Romero, first things first, an empire, my empire to be created” Emma muttered to herself.