Honor Thy Teacher (24 page)

“William, look at me. I didn’t even know this part of your life exsisted. I don’t care about any of this. I love you.”
She was trying to comfort me. Money was one thing. What about the club, the deaths, the drugs. I swallowed hard and turned my attention to my food.
“Do you trust me?” She asked, her eyes full of worry.

“Of course I do.” I reassured her, but I knew she would have no choice to leave me eventually.

“I’m not her.” She said quietly. I pulled my hand back from hers and ran them through my hair.

“Let’s get out of here. I want to show you something.” I didn’t want to talk about Abby. I wanted this time to be about us. She smiled and tossed her napkin on her plate.

“Where are we going?” She asked. I stood and took her hand, grabbing some money from my pocket and tossing it on the table.

“It’s a surprise.”

Chapter Thirty-Two

We drove out of the busy city onto a hilly, woode
d road. The top was down and Emma’s hair swirled in her
face as the radio blared.

“Almost there.”
I yelled. She shot me a grin and squeezed my hand. I loved opening up to her like this, letting her in. I wish I could tell her everything.
We pulled off the main road onto a dirt drive. After a few minutes of trees we came to a clearing.
I parked the car.
“Come on”
I said, hopping out and making my way to her to her. I took her hand and pulled her to my side.
We stood on the edge of a massive hill, overlooking the city below.

“This is beautiful!” She said softly. I wrapped my arms around her from behind and held her.

“This is where I go to be alone. I’ve never brought anyone up here before.” I relaxed against her, committing this moment to memory. Soon it would be all I had.

“It’s amazing. Thank you for bringing me here.” I turned her around so I could look into her eyes.

“I know I have some serious trust issues but
I am trying hard to work past
them. I hope you can see that.”
Her arms snaked around my
neck.

“I love you, William. I’m not going anywhere. No amount of money in the world could compare to this moment right here.”
What about lies? What if the hands I touch you with have also taken the lives of others?
I pulled her agai
nst me and kissed
her head. If I didn’t do everyth
ing in my power
to stop it, she was going to leave me. She just didn’t know it yet. The one thing I hadn’t counted on was her aunt. There was no avoiding the trainwreck that was going to come. I needed a plan. She pressed her lips to my neck ceasing all of my thoughts. I pushed back against her with my hips. Her lips trailed up to my ear sending a shiver down my body.

“If you don’t stop that now, I’m going to have to fuck you right here.”
I said, but I already knew it was going to happen. She bit down playfully on my earlobe.
I gripped her hips tightly and spun her around placing her face down on the hood of my car.
I needed to remind her again who was in control. Her hands spread out helplessly against the hot metal as I undid my belt. She lay perfectly still, waiting for me. I pushed her skirt up her back and
slipped her panties to the side. She was already wet for me. I didn’t take time to get her ready for me. I pushed inside of her as she cried out. I fucked her hard and without mercy. She was mine to do with what I wanted, when I wanted. She fucking loved it.

We made our way back to my parent’s house much more relaxed. The sun was setting and it would soon be time for dinner. My phone rang and I contempleted ignoring it until I looked at the caller I.D. . It was my Mother. I swallowed hard and answered the call. 

“Yeah?” I glanced over at Emma who was staring at the scener
y.

“William, why didn’t you tell us you were coming to town?” My mother asked. She knew why. If I had known they would be there I wouldn’t have shown up at all.

“I thought you were on location.”

“Your father wrapped up filming early. He is very excited to see you.”
Bullshit.
My father and I never got along. H
e always treated me like a burde
n and my mother never said a word.

“I have to go.” I said and ended the call. Emma didn’t say a word the rest of the drive. I was glad. I just wanted to get our things and get the fuck out of town as soon as possible.

I pulled up to the house and punched the security code into the keypad. My father’s butler was waiting by the door when we arrived. I tossed him the keys to my car and pulled Emma inside behind me.
We made our way up the steps and I closed the bedroom door behind us.

“What’s wrong?” Sh
e
asked, placing her hands on my chest. I glanced down at them and back at her but she didn’t move them. I clenched my jaw but had too many other things on my mind.

“I didn’t know they were coming. We can leave right now if you want, get a hotel room?”
I ran my hands through my hair.

“Who?” she asked, soundign afraid.

“My parents” I stared at her, hoping she understood.

“Oh” She mumbled and her hands fell from my chest. “Just take me home.” She turned away.

“Hey” I grabbed her arm and forced her to look at me. “I didn’t mean to upset you.” I said, not bothering to change my tone. She pulled out of my grip, seething with anger.

“If you didn’t want anyone to know about me, why did you bring me to your home?”

“I didn’t know they would come. My father is supposed to be in Ireland on set for the next few weeks.”
Why was she so upset. She crossed her arms over her chest.
“It’s not that I’m trying to hide you, Emma. I just didn’t want to subject you to my father. He’s not a good man.”
She looked me up and down and I realized how stupid that sounded coming from someone like me.

“William?” My father called from downstairs. I stiffened.

“I love you, Emma. I’m not ashamed of you.” I grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the room to the landing.

“There you are.” My father called out. He laughed but it was hollow and empty, much like his heart.

“Dad” I said, flinching at the word as it left my mouth.

“Who is your friend?” He grinned at her like a wild animal. I realized I was digging my fingers into Emma’s hips. There would probably be bruises later.

“This is Emma, my girlfriend. Emma, this is my father, Gerald Honor.”
She looked at him for a moment before she realized who he was. Everyone knew my father. He was a very successful director.

“Pleasure to meet you.” Emma smiled.

“I’m sure it is.” He replied arrogantly.

“Well, come on down and greet your mother. She will
be
happy to see you.”
Just then my mother stepped into view.

“William!” She yell
ed and held out her arms for me
. We made our way
down the giant staircase and I
gave her a long hug.

“Who is this, dear?”

“Mom, this is my girlfriend, Emma. Emma, this is my mother, Martha.”
I explained. Emma smiled and held out her hand.

“Pleasure to meet you, Emma.” My mom smiled at her and took her hand.

“Enough of this. Let’s go eat dinner.”
My father
said, walking away from us.
I gave Emma an apologtic look and she smiled sweetly
back at me
.

We sat down at the dining room table and waited to be served. Several servers brought in our plates of food. No one spoke.

“This looks amazing.” Emma smiled up at the woman who had placed a plate in front of her. The woman smiled back but it soon faded as she caught my father’s eye.

“That will be all.” He said coldly to her and she looked to the ground as she quickly made her way b
ack into the kitchen. He shot Emma
a glare
and her gaze dropped to her plate
.
I wanted to leap across the table and strang
l
e him.
Mine.

“So, how
did you two meet?” My mother
asked, as she took a sip
of wine from her glass. I
slipped my
hand unde
r the table and rubbed Emma’s
knee.
If she hadn’t figured it out yet, my father and mother had a similar relationship to ours.

“At Kippling” I answered, my eyes locking onto my fathers. He held his glass midair for a moment before taking a quick sip and setting it down hard.

“Well, I think that is nice. Don’t you, Gerald?”
My mother
was silently pleading with him to be kind. His eyes danced back and forth between us.
His jaw clenched tight.

“I guess I should get the checkbook.” He said coldly and began to cut his steak.
I held Emma’s knee tightly, trying to keep her calm. She began tapping it rapidly and I knew she was biting her tongue. She slipped her hand under the table and places it on top of mine, rubbing it gently.

“That won’t be necessarry Mr. Honor. I, unlike some, don’t put money over love.”
Emma smiled at me devilishly and I smiled back. She did not bow to anyone, but me.

“Playing hard ball, are we? What will it take, two…three million.”
He smiled sadistically. Emma pushed back, dropping her napkin on her plate.

“I apologize, but I need to excuse myself. Mrs. Honor.”
She nodded understandingly to my mother who looked like she was ready to cry at the harsh exchange.

“She is not your fucking wife and you will
never
talk to her like that again.” I looked at my mother who sunk down in her chair. I left the table and rushed to Emma’s side. She was already in the bedroom.

“Emma” She was shoving her things in her bag and on the verge of losing it.