Hot Coffee (The Hollens)

Chapter 31 (Changes)

Emma's POV

I walked out of the bedroom and into the living room.

"Excuse me, Sharon. There's something we have to discuss with you," I interrupted her silly excitement

but she ignored me.

My patience was running thin.

Ethan arrived beside me.

"Emma, let me handle this," he whispered in my ear.

"No," I stated, taking a stand.

I grabbed the magazine from Sharon's hand and held it behind my back. She looked at me wide-eyed

and seemed ready to kill but I didn't move; I couldn't.

"Now that I have your attention, there's something we have to talk about in private, or we can do it

here. I don't give a damn but we're going to talk to you now."

I had no idea that I had that in me but lately I had developed a courageous attitude, which I loved.

"Ethan, what's going on?" she asked as she stood up.

"Sharon, lets discuss this in the study. Mrs. Promme, please excuse us," he said.

We followed him into the study.

"Sharon, I'll be calm and collected about this; I would really like to know why the fuck you were

tampering with my company's accounts!"

If that was what he called calm and collected then I wouldn't want to see him when he was angry. His

eyes were doing their changes as he leaned against his desk. I stood next to him despite the anger. I

knew he wouldn't hurt me.

Sharon stood in the middle of the room. "What is she doing here?" she asked, glaring at me.

I rolled my eyes at her silly question.

"Don't try my patience. Answer my question!"

"Ethan, I don't know what you're talking about. I wasn't tampering with any accounts."

"Are you going to stand there and lie to my fucking face? You're lucky I'm not pressing charges against

your ass!"

"Ethan, you're being paranoid."

"I'm being what? Listen, I'm giving you one hour– one hour– to pack your shit up! Get your clothes,

your heels, your makeup, your hair extensions, and get your ass out of my house!"

She gasped. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm your fiancee!"

"Actually, I'm his fiancee," I said and waved my ring finger in her face.

"What? Is this some kind of a joke?"

"No Sharon, this is real."

"Ethan, you're leaving me for her? You came up with whole tampering crap to put me out of your house

so you could be with this... this... this thing!"

I rolled my eyes again. Was that all she had?

Ethan pulled me closer to him and wrapped his arm around my waist. "I love this 'thing'," he said as he

kissed my cheek.

Sharon was turning red. "Ethan, are you crazy or are you playing this out as a way to get back at me?

Okay, I admit, I did tamper with the accounts, but only once. I don't have an excuse for doing it. I just

wanted to see how well the company was doing. Baby, I'm sorry, I should have just told you." She

began to cry.

"Since when are you interested in the company's well being? All you care about is money and fashion.

You don't even care about me."

"That's not true. Ethan, I love you! I made a mistake and it won't happen again. I'm sorry!" She fell to

the floor, weeping.

I felt bad for her.

"Get up and get out," he told her.

"I'm not leaving," she said, shaking her head.

"Sharon, don't make me get security. I already said you have one hour to pack up and leave. You know

I don't like repeating myself."

"Ethan this is so unfair to me. I told you I made a mistake. We're planning our wedding. I brought a

wedding planner for Christ's sake!"

"I don't give a damn about that. I never told you to bring any wedding planner. We're not getting

married. I'm going to marry Emma." He sat behind his desk and took some files from the drawers. He

threw them at Sharon's feet. "These look familiar?" he asked as he arched his eyebrows. "I found them

in one of your suitcases. The files I was looking for. You had them all along."

"Ethan... I... Please let me..."

"I've been nothing but nice to you, Sharon. You had any and everything you wanted and needed. Why

would you do something like this? You knew how important those files were to me." He raked his

fingers through his hair. "Get out before my inner demons are released. I don't wanna see your face

anymore. Get the fuck out!"

She pulled herself off the floor, wiped away her tears and straightened her clothes. She looked at him

pleadingly.

Ethan buried his face in my stomach and held me closer to him.

Sharon opened the door and stepped out.

"Baby, are you okay?" I asked him, running my fingers through his soft black hair.

"Mm," he let out and pulled me onto his lap. He planted kisses on my neck and I giggled like a

teenager.

"I love you," I told him, looking into his eyes.

"I love you too, baby."

He raised me up and we went out of the office.

"Lets see if she's actually packing," I suggested.

We went up to his room. Sharon was moving from corner to corner and through the closets, gathering

her belongings and putting stuff it into suitcases. The woman had more suitcases than an airline.

She looked up at us and shook her head and continued packing. She was muttering to herself and

cursing under her breath.

Ethan sat on the bed with a smirk on his face as he looked at her.

"Oh, you miss something," he pointed.

She glared at him and stuffed her nail polishes in.

"Should I call you a mover?" I asked remembering when she moved in and all the boxes and suitcases

she made Halley and I carry upstairs.

"I already have that covered but thank you," she smiled at me.

It's too late to be nice Sharon. Too late. Ethan hates you already!

"You'll regret this, Ethan," she said to him but he didn't respond.

He got up and pulled me out of the room.

We went downstairs and into the garage. He took out a set of keys from his pocket and opened the

door of a black convertible for me to get in.

"Where are we going?" I asked as I buckled up.

"I can't stand to see her face or be in the house while she's there. Lets go to the park."

We drove for half an hour to a supermarket. We walked from aisle to aisle putting snacks and drinks

into a shopping basket. There was a group of women behind us; they were clearly gossiping about us

being together. He overheard one of the women saying something terrible about my complexion. He

stopped in front of them and pulled me into him and kissed me.

The women stood there wide-eyed and in total silence.

"You're crazy," I said as I playfully pushed against his hard chest.

"Crazy about you," he teased.

We continued our shopping then headed to a park. We laid on a blanket underneath a tree, watching

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"I can't wait for this," he said and pulled me between his open legs, my back to his chest.

"Can't wait for what?" I asked, knowing exactly what he meant but wanting to hear him say the word.

"Kids."

My heart skipped a beat with happiness. I'd always wanted kids. "How many kids do you want?" I

asked and he let out a laugh and kissed my neck.

"I want my own football team," he laughed.

I elbowed him lightly in his stomach.

"We'll have to get started when we get back," he whispered to me, biting lightly on my ear.

I squirmed as I remembered how hurtful it was at the first time. Would it be so hurtful again?