"I remember feeling extremely hot, suffocating, like I couldn't breathe," Emily murmured, her voice tinged with a hint of distress as she relived the sensation. Her brows furrowing deeper with each passing moment as she delved further into her recollections. Caleb's gaze rested on Emily, his expression expectant, silently urging her to remember more. Emily sighed and looked at Caleb with a troubled expression. "I... I can't remember anything after that," she admitted, her voice tinged with frustration. "It's okay, Emily," Caleb reassured her, his voice calm and understanding. "You don't need to worry about it if you can't remember." Caleb glanced down at his phone and furrowed his brows as he noticed the time. "It's getting late, I have to head to class," he said, looking back at Emily. He then glanced at the door and back at her. "I've booked the rooms until 1pm. If you want, you can rest a little longer," he offered. Emily gave him a small smile, grateful for his cons
"Emily," he began gently, "I can assure you, I'm definitely not gay." Emily let out a low groan and whispered under her breath, "I wish the floor would just open up and swallow me whole." Caleb eased himself down onto the edge of the bed, the mattress sinking slightly beneath his weight. Emily, sitting beside him, adjusted her posture, shifting to face him more directly as he prepared to speak. "You know, Emily," he started, his voice soft and sincere, "There's no doubt in my mind that you're a very attractive woman." He paused for a moment, his gaze meeting hers, as if searching for understanding. "I'll admit, I was tempted momentarily," he continued, a faint hint of vulnerability in his tone. "But then I scolded myself because I've always thought of you as a sister, someone I need to protect." His eyes held a mixture of sincerity and regret as he spoke, his words carrying the weight of his internal struggle. He took a deep breath before continuing, his eyes reflecting th
"I'll go with you," she declared firmly, her tone resolute despite the weariness in her voice. "Besides, I could use some coffee" Emily remarked with a faint smile. "Maybe then this headache will finally start to fade away." Caleb's expression softened into a reassuring smile at her determination. "Okay," he replied gently. As the elevator doors closed, Caleb noticed Emily's uneasy demeanor and sensed her embarrassment lingering from the events of the night before. Wanting to divert her attention, he gently broached the subject of William. "So, what's your plan with William?" Caleb inquired, his tone casual yet curious, as they stood side by side in the elevator, the doors closing slowly. Emily fidgeted with the strap of her bag, her mind still tangled in the aftermath of their earlier discussion. "I'm not sure," she confessed, her words barely audible. "But one thing's for certain—I'm seriously considering taking legal action against him." "He lied to me, Caleb. He's
Caleb and Amanda locked eyes, a silent exchange fraught with tension passing between them, while Emily remained blissfully unaware, engrossed in her mobile device, scrolling without a care in the world. Suddenly, Emily's voice broke through the chaos, pulling Caleb's attention back to her. "Hey, why did you stop?" she asked, her tone laced with impatience. "I'm dying for a coffee after the night we had." Caleb's heart skipped a beat as he whipped his head in Emily's direction, a pang of dread coursing through him. Her innocent words, spoken so casually, felt like a spotlight illuminating the doubts swirling in Amanda's mind. He knew that her simple request would only serve to reinforce Amanda's misguided suspicions about the events of the previous night. With a sinking feeling, Caleb turned his gaze back to Amanda, only to find her shaking her head in disgust, her narrowed eyes boring into him with accusation. In that moment, he felt the weight of her judgment bearing do
"What do you want Amanda?" he asked, his tone cool and detached. "I'm late for class and I were just leaving with my friend," he emphasized, casting a meaningful glance at Emily. Amanda raised an eyebrow, her gaze shifting between Caleb and Emily before settling back on Caleb. "Friend," she replied with disgust. Amanda's words sliced through the tension, each syllable laden with disappointment and frustration. Amanda's sneer cut through the air like a blade as she looked between Caleb and Emily. "I didn't think you were the type, Caleb, to get a hotel room with a woman," she remarked, her tone dripping with disdain. Caleb's jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides as anger flared within him. "Watch your words, Amanda," he warned, his voice low and steely, a barely restrained edge of anger seeping through his words. Amanda's lips curled into a sneer as she responded, "Watch my words? Why? Can't handle the truth?" Her tone dripped with sarcasm, a challenge
Emily's fury surged as she pointed a trembling finger at Amanda. "Didn't I warn you to mind your tongue?" Emily hissed, her voice dripping with barely contained fury. "Caleb and I are simply friends, in case you need a reminder. We don't have that kind of relationship!" she continued, her tone firm and unwavering. "And frankly, it's none of your concern." Her words were like a shield, deflecting Amanda's accusations with a steely resolve. Her words hung in the air, charged with righteous indignation, as she stood her ground, refusing to let Amanda's accusations go unchallenged. Amanda's chuckle cut through the tension like a knife, her eyes narrowing as she fixed a glare on Emily. "Not that kind of relationship, huh?" she taunted, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Both of you coming out of the elevator, shoes in hand," she continued, nodding towards Emily's heels that she carried in her hands, "it's really obvious what the both of you were up to last night." Emily's cheek
Emily's mind raced as she connected the dots. Could Amanda be the sister of the woman she had seen arriving in a luxurious Mercedes Benz at their apartment building? The same woman Caleb had dinner with at the Royal Palm Restaurant? At first, Emily had entertained the thought that Caleb might be financially supported by a wealthy woman after seeing him with the woman in the Mercedes Benz. However, Amanda's words only served to solidify her suspicions, making her believe that her initial guess could indeed be true. The pieces of the puzzle seemed to fit together seamlessly, leaving Emily with a sinking feeling that her speculation was more accurate than she had initially realized. Caleb really was supported by a woman. Caleb straightened his shoulders, his patience wearing thin as he locked eyes with Amanda. The weight of her accusations and insinuations bore down on him, but he refused to let them break his resolve. "What's it to you?" he demanded, his voice cold and firm
Emily watched as Amanda disappeared from view, her departure leaving behind a palpable tension in the air. Her gaze then settled on Caleb, who stood nearby, his eyes unfocused, lost in his own thoughts. Licking her lips nervously, Emily took a deep breath and called out to him, "Caleb?" But there was no response. Caleb remained unresponsive, his gaze fixed on some distant point, lost in the labyrinth of his own mind. Concern etched across her features, Emily tentatively approached him, her hand trembling slightly as she reached out to place it on his shoulder. With a gentle shake, she tried to draw him back to the present, hoping to break through the barrier of his mind. Feeling Emily's hand on his shoulder, Caleb slowly turned to look at her, his expression blank as he waited for her to speak. "What?" he prompted, his voice tinged with a hint of confusion. Emily hesitated, her gaze drifting away for a moment as she struggled to find the right words. "Caleb," she began