Beast and the Harlot

Emilee places her hands on my chest and stops me from grabbing her towel off the floor. I'm pretty sure she can feel the way my heart is pounding against my chest and it's making me extremely nervous to even look up at her. "What are you doing?" I question with my eyes still averted down at the ground, and she lets out a small chuckle.

"Why is your heart beating so fast?" she inquires but I don't respond. What could I say that wouldn't make this awkward situation a million times worse? "Wow, either I'm really hideous to look at, or the floor is super interesting...so, which is it, Mr. Wackerman? Do you think I'm ugly?" she presses and I immediately snap my eyes up to meet her's.

"No.... Fuck no" I reply and watch the corners of her mouth curl up slightly.

She leans in closer, so her lips are only inches away from mine and gives me a playful smirk. Shit..what is she doing? She rocks her hips and bites down on her lower lip, "Would you fuck me?" she asks bluntly and I'm completely shocked by her sudden forwardness.

"Emilee, you're drunk-"

"So what? Answer the question" she giggles and runs her hands down my chest and along my abs. I feel my whole body tense up and I can't do anything except shake my head at her. I would never take advantage of someone while they were drunk. Emilee frowns at me and I immediately know that she took my head shake the wrong way.

"No, Em...I didn't mean, no, I meant-"

"Daddy??" Cash calls out from the far side of the room and Emilee quickly dives off my lap and wraps the towel tightly back around her nude body.

I quickly rush over to him, giving Emilee an apologetic glance on my way, "Hey buddy, what are you doing up? It's late" I question and he rubs his tired blue eyes.

"I heard a loud noise" he replies and I glance back at the broken bottle behind me before picking him up and carrying him back to his bunk.

I move the sandy blonde hair off of his forehead before placing a gentle kiss there, "I'm sorry.. Daddy dropped a glass. Everything is fine. You should go back to bed" I whisper and place him down on the bunk next to Miles.

Cash crawl back under the blanket and lets out a big yawn. I give him a small smile and whisper a quiet I Love You before starting to pull the curtain closed. Cash quickly sits up and stops me. "You like her, don't you, Daddy?" he questions with a bit of sadness to his voice.

"She's a friend...nothing more" I assure him but he doesn't look convinced.

"I want mommy back" he whimpers and I feel my heart breaking in my chest.

"I know you do, bud" I sigh sadly.

"Can mommy come with us?" he pleads and I run my hands over my face.

"No bud, I'm sorry" I apologize sadly and tears spring to his eyes just as Emilee makes her way passed us on the way to her bunk.

"It's because of her" he scowls in her direction and she gives us a look of complete and utter confusion.

"Cash. No." I scold and he just huffs and forcefully tugs the curtain out of my hand and yanks it closed. I pinch the bridge of my nose in frustration because I know I can't keep avoiding telling the boys what's going on. Kelly is going to be upset, but not telling them isn't going to make them any less angry when they do find out.

I turn back towards the front lounge area to clean up the broken glass, but see that it's already been taken care of. Emilee appears behind me in her pajamas and shrugs, "Technically it was my mess to clean up anyhow" she says flatly as she grabs a bottle of beer from the fridge.

"Listen, I'm sorr-"

"Don't. What I did was inappropriate and way out of line. I should be the one who's apologizing" she says and shrugs nonchalantly while struggling to get the beer bottle open. "Ughhhhhhh"

I wander over and gently take the bottle from her hands, accidentally grazing her slender fingers in the process, and notice the slight color change of her cheeks. Shit, she's embarrassed about what happened. I advert my eyes away and grab the bottle opener off the counter and pop the top off, "Matt bought beer without twist off tops" I mumble and hand the beer bottle back to her.

"Well aren't you my knight in shining armor-" she says sarcastically and starts gulping down the beer.

I can't help but frown when I notice how dark the bruise mark around her neck is getting, "Emilee, are you ok?" I inquire and she looks over the top of the bottle at me.

"Well that's a loaded question- You're going to have to be more specific" she says in confusion, before I step closer and gently trace my fingers over the tender flesh without even thinking. She immediately flinches away from my touch and darts back to her bunk.

Ugh, what was I thinking??

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