Hot Coffee (The Hollens)

Chapter 9 (Effective)

Ethan's POV

I've already had a shitty ass morning at home and a terrible day in the office. I lost a very important

deal that I was looking forward to for six months. Lunch was a drag-- I didn't enjoy it-- and Sharon

wouldn't shut up about the Bahamas. I told her I would take her, that was before she got bitten by a Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

mosquito. I lost my cool at the damn restaurant and yelled at her; one could only imagine what I had

said to her. To my surprise, she didn't respond. She just got up and kissed my cheek and told me she'd

be at the house when I calmed down.

Arriving home, I remembered the conversation I had with Agnes before hiring Emma.

I had Emma prepare another cup of coffee and met her in the kitchen for it where the others were

assemble as well.

I'd let go Agnes. Why? Because she was getting up there in age had spoken to me about her

retirement plan. She knew the drill. I had already placed a large sum of money in her account for the

years she had served me. She'd served her time well. Even though it appeared I did it over the salt, I

only did that to teach the other women a lesson. The fear in their eyes, especially Emma's, was

priceless.

The supermarket manager had already informed me that there had been a mixed up batch of milk from

the manufacturer. So, it wasn't any of my employees' fault, so I couldn't fire anyone for that.

Having Agnes leave, didn't have much affect on me. I barely was at home and barely ate there. I would

usually go to a restaurant with Sharon or grab something while out, and I was always traveling to

different countries.

I went to my study. The files I had for my COO to look over were missing. I'd had those files on the

desk yesterday and now they were fucking missing! Someone must have been in here.

I went to locate Halley and Emma. They had already finished their duties for the day so they should've

been in their rooms.

I knocked on Emma's door. "Emma, were you in my office," I asked when she opened it, "and don't you

fucking lie to me!" I couldn't control my anger and I seemed to have scared her.

"No, sir."

"Emma, there were some very important files on my desk and now I can't find them. WHERE ARE

THEY?"

"Sir, I don't know. Under no circumstances did you want us in the office, and I've never entered it."

"Why is it that I don't believe you? You've been here for some days and you have already screwed up

so many times."

"I'm sorry, but I don't know about any files."

"You're indeed incompetent. Exactly what do you really know, Emma?"

"Sir, please don't talk to me like that. I don't like your attitude."

"Shut up, and don't lecture me about my attitude. You're a maid, not my mother. Why don't you get out

of my sight and go make me a cup of coffee!"

I was over the edge and couldn't believe what I'd just said to her; but that's the funny thing about

words. Once they leave your mouth, you can't erase the damage done. Before I could even apologise,

she scurried to the kitchen and I was certain she was crying.

What's wrong with you Ethan?

I went in the kitchen after her and stood quietly at the door. She wiped her glasses before wiping her

eyes.

See what you've done? You made her cry! You fool!

She placed the coffee on a tray.

I entered the kitchen and she looked at me as if she had seen the devil. She rested the tray down and

ran away as quickly as possible.

I felt horrible. I knew I was the boss. I made the rules and wanted them abided, but I didn't want them

to fear me as if I was a damn monster who would eat them, bones and all.

My employees at Hollen Tower were very close with me, yet they respected me. We were friends. But,

lately, I had been lashing out at everyone there and now I was doing it to Emma. She had been here

less than a week and I had managed to traumatise her into a state where she actually ran away from

me.

I went back to her door. I knocked and she opened it again.

"Emma, I'm sorry. I never should of lash out on you like that."

She nodded her head, maybe she was too afraid to speak up again. She lowered her head, avoiding

my eyes. I lifted her chin gently. Her eyes matched her silky caramel skin, which was always covered in

over-sized clothes. She looked afraid. Her full lips were quivering and her palms were sweaty and cold;

she kept wiping them along her clothes. Her thick hair was pulled back and her glasses were just too

big for her small oval face, but she was beautiful-- naturally beautiful.

A heat rushed through me, something I had never felt before. It struck like a bolt of electricity through

my body. I pulled her closer towards me with one arm, since the other was holding my coffee.

"Emma. Do you accept my apology?"

"Yes, sir," she finally spoke.

"Are we alright now?"

"Yes, sir."

"Must you call me sir all the time?"

"Yes, sir."

I chuckled lightly, looking into her eyes, then I couldn't stop myself anymore. I claimed her lips as if it

belonged to me.

She didn't respond; she just stood there.

I pulled away. "Oh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that," I said, saving my pride which was going out

the window.

"Sir... maybe I should go back to my room."

"You're right. Good night."

I let go of her and went upstairs, face palming myself as I drank my coffee.

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I laid on my imported king-sized bed. A knock came on my door. ''Who is it?''

"It's me, sir."

"It's open."

Emma entered looking so innocent and pure in a long white baggy T-shirt.

"Sir, I honestly didn't go your office. I wouldn't without your permission. I'm not so careless and

forward."

"That's okay, Emma. I'll find them if they're still here."

She nodded and flashed a bright smile.

I got off my bed and walked over to where she was standing. I was suddenly hungry, not for food, but

for her. I pinned her against the door in a haste.

"Do I have permission to touch you?" I asked. The last thing I wanted was to force myself onto a

woman.

"Yes, sir," she mumbled clearly.

I kissed her hurriedly, lifting her up against the door and parting her thighs with my hands. I felt her,

rubbing her. She let out a moan, "Oh, sir!"

"Call me Ethan," I said under heavy breath and was about to enter her when suddenly...

"Ethan! Ethan, wake up!"

I leaped out of my dream and saw Sharon standing over me. Her eyes blazing with concern and

questions.

I hope I wasn't talking in my sleep.

"Are you okay, because it sounded like you were struggling."

"Bad dream."

"Baby, are we okay now?" She sat down beside me.

I was still in recovery from the dream. My manhood was popping in my shorts underneath the covers.

"Yeah, we're good."

"Baby, let's get married when we go to the Bahamas next week. I don't wanna wait anymore."

"Huh? Oh... Ummm... Sure."

Honestly, I had no idea what she'd just said. My mind was still lost in the dream.