Tears Of Emma: His Sex Doll novel Chapter 61

"Emma?" I asked shocked.

"Yes, I overheard her telling someone on phone that they will kill her tonight". She said.

I can't see her around, so it seems she's on her way with her friend to her house". She added.

I don't like her anymore, she cheated me, she used me, she's evil to be but am feeling concerned.

"Are you sure of what you are saying because am going to call the cops now". I said.

"Am not lying to you, I heard her discussing it with an unknown person over the phone.

"It's alright, I've heard you". I said and she left.

I changed my cloth with a comfortable shoe, call the cops and storm out with my car. On reaching there I saw two cars packed outside.

Slowly and steady, I walked inside. As i entered inside the big sitting room, I heard Emma's voice. She's crying, saying "Pls am begging you, don't kill me".

I walked upstairs, got to her door and peeped inside only to see Alice pointing gun at her, an unarmed guy was standing behind her silent. It seems her maids has been locked in a room.

*Emma pov*

I saw someone peep in, it was Louise. My heart started beating faster. Why will he come, they might kill both of us.

To my suprise, he rushed inside and send the other guy to the wall with a double kick and land on the ground on his back.

Alice gotten distracted by Louise intervention, I kicked the Gun out of her hand, tries to punch her but she defended it and punch me on my left eye.

This was some hotel room. It was called the Presidential suite, an upgrade because of some booking problem but it was a great treat. Other rooms would have a minibar but no this had an American-style larder-fridge. We had done seven meetings, in five days, across five cities. A brutal schedule, but at least we had a nice hotel to end the trip in and the upgrade had been very welcome.

I had been debating about staying another night, had even got as far as checking out whether it was possible but then had chickened out suggesting it. If she had said no, I would have to stay here alone and that seemed like no fun. It would also rob me of the journey home together.

There had been several moments last night when I could have suggested it, but I had let it slide. You might think I had chickened out, and I had, but deep down I knew it was both inappropriate and dangerous. Just too risky, I had decided then, but now I was regretting it.

The rooms were dully lit from the glare of the city outside, so I proceeded without turning any lights on, as I headed from the bedroom. I stopped short as I entered the palatial lounge/ kitchen. Jane (my sister's employed maid) had beaten me to the fridge and was bending over, retrieving some water from it.

My sister franca allowed her to accompany me to the trip after my request. For a moment I froze, distracted by her wonderful ass in the very tight and very short shorts she was wearing. The light from the fridge placed her in a kind of yellow spotlight which showed off her tight backside very nicely.

Suddenly I could feel that my heart was racing, but whether this was excitement or something else, I was not sure. Ideas about fate and chances swirled through my head in a muddled mix of thoughts. But I can't do it, she might give me another slap, or kick me again. We have not slept together or had sex since we came here, maybe it's because am afraid to Make a move. The only lady am afraid of. As I was standing, staring at her back, the sensible side of my mind spoke.