Текст книги "Ignite"

Автор книги: Kelly Elliott

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“Addie,” Emmit breathed out as I pushed back into him, needing more. “You’re fucking driving me crazy with those moans baby. I want to take that ass so bad.”

I closed my eyes as Emmit’s voice caused my stomach to drop. I met him thrust for thrust as my body craved more of what he was giving me.

With a slight pressure from Emmit’s fingers, my orgasm exploded in my body as I screamed out his name over and over again. I’d never experienced anything like what was happening to me. My entire body shook as the pulsing sensation kept on and on. It was so intense, I almost begged for Emmit to stop because I couldn’t take it anymore. Just when I thought my orgasm was stopping, Emmit did something with his finger again and I was hit with another one. My body was shaking and my legs were about to give out.

My hands became untied as I placed them on the island while Emmit dug his fingers into my hips and called out my name. I could feel his release as the warmth poured into my body and his hot breath hit my back with each time he pushed inside of me.

“Fucking hell, I’m coming so hard!” Emmit said as he pushed in hard and held himself inside of me. I knew in that moment what had happened. I could almost feel it. Closing my eyes, I prayed that we had just made a baby. The sheer magnitude of how that had brought out such pleasure needed to be carried on.

Emmit softly kissed my back as his sweat-soaked body laid against mine. “Addie, I’m so sorry I was rough.”

I let a smile play across my face as I inhaled deeply when Emmit pulled out. Turning around, I felt his cum slowly trickling down my leg and it was one of the hottest things I’d ever experienced. As I placed my hand on the side of his face, I looked deeply into his eyes. “That was one of the most amazing moments of my life. I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard and for so long. Emmit, you didn’t hurt me. You brought out another side of us that I love very much.”

The smile on Emmit’s face lit up the room. “Damn I love you,” he said as he pressed his lips to mine.

Pulling back, he reached over and grabbed a dishtowel and dropped to his knees as he cleaned me up. “There is something hot about my cum running down your leg.”

I pushed my hands through his hair as I laughed. “I thought the same thing!”

Emmit looked up at me and then to my stomach. My breathing hitched as I wondered if Emmit had felt what I felt. When he leaned in and kissed my stomach, I covered my mouth and let out a soft sob.

No matter what Stephanie did to us, or how many videos or pictures she sent, she would never take this moment away from us.

Never.

MY MIND DRIFTED OFF TO the plans I had made for dinner tonight when Waldo snapped his fingers in front of my face. “Hello? Are you listening to me, Emmit?”

I shook my head as I tried to think of what Waldo had said. The first race of the season, Daytona, was tomorrow and I was not focused at all. Standing in the garage, I let out a laugh and looked at Waldo. “What did you say?”

Waldo rolled his eyes and threw his book down as he cursed. “Fucking son-of-a-bitch. Where in the hell is your brain? You’re not focused, Emmit! Focus, son! Focus.”

I recognized the laugh from behind me and glanced over my shoulder to see Malcolm Wallace standing there with his crew chief, Dalton Price. I liked Dalton, but I hated that he went to work for Wallace.

“What the fuck are you laughing at?” I asked as I turned and faced Malcolm.

He pointed to me and looked at Waldo. “You see, this is what a woman does to you. You lose focus and the only thing you can think about is her pu—”

I held up my hand to stop him. “Don’t even say it, dude, or I’m going to punch you in the goddamn mouth.”

Malcolm threw his head back and laughed harder before placing his hands up in surrender. “It’s fine. You think all you want about that pretty little thing you have back in your bus. It only makes it easier for me to win tomorrow.”

Letting out a gruff laugh, I took a few steps closer to Malcolm as half of my team went on alert. “You think you’re going to win tomorrow?”

Malcolm’s smile faded as he shot daggers at me through his eyes. “Fuck yes, I’m going to win tomorrow.”

My smiled faded as I stared back. I could see the anger building in his eyes as I stared him down. I finally laughed and slapped Malcolm on the chest and gave him a good friendly push. “I like your optimism.” I brushed off an imaginary piece of lint from his shoulder and winked. “Too bad it’s going to be me driving across the finish line first and holding my wife in my arms as she congratulates my win with a kiss.”

Malcolm took a step back and laughed. “Jesus. You’re one guy I never thought I’d see pussy whipped. Have fun with that whole marriage thing while I make plans to fuck the two girls waiting for me back in my bus. At the same time.”

Giving Malcolm a shocked expression, I asked, “What, do you have two dicks?”

Robby Quick, one of my tire changers, walked between us. “Guys, knock it the hell off. There are fans walking around and that is the last thing they need to hear from you, Malcolm.”

Malcolm shot me one last dirty look before giving Robby a slight smile and walking off. With a slap on the back, I winked at Robby and said, “Thanks, bro.”

Robby rolled his eyes as he walked away and mumbled, “I’m getting too old for this shit.”

Waldo cleared his throat behind me, causing me to turn around. Shrugging my shoulders, I motioned for Waldo to continue talking. “You have one-hundred percent of my attention. I swear.”

After talking for a bit about our strategy for tomorrow, Waldo walked me back toward my bus. “Anything new with the whole Stephanie thing?”

Frowning, I blew out a frustrated breath. “Nothing. We can’t trace a damn thing back to her. She was in town during both events. No leads on the person who delivered the phone. The only thing she said she did was send me the picture of me and Lola. Said she thought I would rather have it than her. Things have been quiet though, so maybe she came to her senses when the police showed up at her new job.”

Waldo rubbed his chin as he thought about what I had just said. “Here’s to hoping so.” Clearing his throat, he slapped my back and gave me a wink. “Go enjoy your evening with my beautiful daughter.”

My smile couldn’t possibly get any bigger any time someone mentioned Adaline. “I will. She wasn’t feeling very good yesterday, so I’m hoping she took it easy today. I’ll talk to you later, Waldo.”

“Get some sleep tonight for Christ’s sake!”

I laughed as I held up my hand and waved Waldo off. If there was one thing Adaline and I were lacking, it was sleep. Most nights, as soon as we hit the bed, we were tangled up with each other. I was waiting for the honeymoon-phase to be over, but Adaline was going strong and I wasn’t about to object.

On my way back to my bus, I was stopped a few times by fans asking me to sign things. I didn’t mind one bit. I would be heading to Texas next week to spend another day with the young boy I met last year at Texas Motor Speedway. Adaline and I had become rather close with the family, and I couldn’t wait to take him out on the track again.

By the time I got to my bus, I was ready to jump in the shower and take Adaline out to dinner. Walking into the bus, I was greeted by Lola.

“Hey girl. Where’s your mommy?”

Lola headed back to the bedroom and stopped right at the door. My heart leapt up to my throat as I looked at Adaline sound asleep in bed. Her hand was tucked up under her cheek as she wore the most beautiful glow I’d ever seen. I would have woken her up if I hadn’t thought she might still be feeling bad.

I peaked down at Lola and motioned for her to head out to the living room. Reaching for her collar, I slipped it on and checked my phone really quick before I headed outside.

The second the door shut, I heard a girl let out scream. My eyes widened and then relaxed when I saw my sister. With a shake of my head, I shot her a dirty look. “Jesus, Ashley. You scared the piss out of me.”

Laughing, she jumped into my arms as Lola barked and jumped all around. “What in the hell are you doing here?” I asked as I set my sister down and kissed her on the cheek.

“Can’t a girl come see her brother and support him on his first race of the season?”

My arm draped over Ashley’s shoulders as I chuckled and said, “Of course she can, but I thought she was doing a girls’ weekend with her friends.”

“It’s called planning big brother. Girls are kind of good at that. I just told my friends I wanted to do girls’ weekend in Florida, hit up a NASCAR race, and then hit the beach.”

As we walked along, I couldn't help but notice how many guys were staring at my sister. Taking a look at her, I couldn’t believe my eyes. When had she grown up into a beautiful woman? Her long brown hair was pulled up into a ponytail and she wore a TSU T-shirt and cut off blue jean shorts that showed way too much leg as far as I was concerned.

“Who all is with you?” I asked.

“The normal gang. There’s six of us all sharing a condo for the rest of the week right smack on the beach. Hell to the yes!”

Lola barked at another dog as I dropped my arm from my sister’s shoulder. “Don’t hook up with any of these fuckers here, do you hear me?”

Ashley stopped walking and I turned to see what was wrong. She stood there staring at me in disbelief as her mouth hung almost to the ground. “What’s wrong?”

“Did you really just say that to me, Emmit? Do you think I’m a whore or something?”

I stared at my sister with a dazed look. “Why in the hell would you think I thought you were a whore?”

Ashley waved her hands all around as she talked. “Oh, I don’t know, Emmit. Maybe because you just told me not to hook up with anyone.” Ashley walked over toward Malcolm, who had his back faced to her, and pointed to him. “Like I’m just gonna walk on up to some random guy and be like—” Tapping on Malcolm’s shoulder, he turned and looked at Ashley. The way his eyes moved up and down her body pissed me off instantly. “Oh hey you, random guy. Want to fuck?”

No words. I was too stunned to say anything. Meanwhile, Malcolm took advantage of my moment of shock and flashed my baby sister that smile that I knew melted the panties right off of women. “If you’re asking, I’m willing.”

Ashley turned back and looked at Malcolm. “Oh. Um, sorry Malcolm, I wasn’t really asking, and I thought you were someone else. Well, actually I thought you were just a stranger.”

Ashley must have noticed the way Malcolm was eye fucking the shit out of her because her body relaxed and she let out an awkward giggle. “So, how have you been?”

Malcolm glanced back over at me and pointed to Ashley. “No shit. This is little Ashley? You’re baby sister?” Turning back to Ashley, he stuck his foot in his mouth even more. “When did you lose the braces and pimples?”

Before I even had the chance to try and save him, Ashley threw her hands on her hips and went off on the poor unsuspecting bastard.

“Excuse me? I’ll have you know asshole I’m about to graduate college. As far as the braces and pimples go, that’s what happens when you grow up, grow tits and start having sex. How dare you treat me like some little high school freshman, you arrogant dick!”

My mouth dropped open and I would have given anything to have a time machine to go back in time so I didn’t have to hear that my baby sister had had sex before.

“What?” Malcolm and I both said at once.

Malcolm pushed his hand through his hair as he said, “You can’t be going around telling guys that shit, Ashley. Are you insane? All it’s going to take is some dick to think that’s the green light for him to make a move on you. I mean seriously. Walking up to some guy and asking him to fuck, he’s going to say yes.”

Ashley raised her eyebrows and said, “A guy like you, Malcolm?”

“What the fuck, Ashley!” I said as I glared at her.

Malcolm laughed and shook his head as he patted Ashley on the top of her head. “Awe, that’s kind of cute, Ash, but I’m nowhere near the guy for you.”

Now I looked over at Malcolm with a look of disbelief. I wasn’t sure if I should be more impressed that he remembered my sister’s name or by the fact that he was actually acting like a gentleman for once. Well, kind of like one since Malcolm didn’t even know the definition of the word gentlemen.

Ashley stomped her feet and I swore I saw tears forming in her eyes. “I’m not a child, Malcolm Wallace, and don’t you dare treat me like one. There are plenty of guys who would kill to sleep with me. How dare you treat me like a baby. Asshole!”

Ashley spun on her heels and practically ran away. Lifting her hand up, she called back to me, “I’ll call you later, Emmit.”

I watched as my sister walked away, clearly upset by what had just happened. When I walked over to Malcolm, I shook my head and said, “What in the fuck just happened? What did you do to make her almost cry?”

When I turned and looked at Malcolm, a look of concern passed over his face. “Um, hell if I know.” Turning to look at me, Malcolm asked, “Did I treat her like a baby just then?”

“It was the patting on the head. In case the two of you didn’t notice, that young lady is all grown up and is not a child. She’s a woman.”

Malcolm and I both snapped our heads over to Adaline. “Don’t say that, Addie!” I said in disgust. Malcolm didn’t utter a word as he smiled at Adaline.

“How’s it going, Adaline?” Malcolm asked.

“It’s going good.”

Malcolm moved back and forth on his feet like he was nervous as he finally looked back and me said, “Good luck tomorrow, Emmit. I’ll see you around.”

Tipping his hat at Adaline as he walked by, I wore a shocked expression. “What in the hell is wrong with everyone tonight? Was that Malcolm being . . . nice?”

Adaline laughed as she walked up and took Lola’s leash from my hand. “Go shower so we can go to dinner. I’m starving. I’ll walk the baby girl.”

As I shrugged my shoulders, I leaned over and kissed Adaline on the cheek. “It won’t take me long to get ready.”

“Don’t rush, we’ll take a little walk and then meet you back in the bus.” I was captivated by my wife’s beautiful smile.

As I jogged back to the bus, I glanced over at Malcolm’s bus that was parked across and down a bit from mine. I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was honestly bothered by what my sister thought of him. I made a mental note to talk to Ashley about what had happened and why she got so upset.

I COULD HEAR “MANNISH BOY” by Muddy Waters coming through Emmit’s headphones as I stood across from him. We were down on pit row and the race was about to start. Emmit liked having a few minutes to himself before each race. I usually left his side for a few minutes so that he didn’t feel pressure to talk to me, but for some reason I felt the need to stay close by him today. I had a feeling I knew why, but I wasn’t going to think too much about it right now. We just needed to get through this race and then I’d tell Emmit.

Dragging in a deep breath, I glanced around and wrapped my arms around my body. My body relaxed the moment I felt his lips on my neck. “Are you okay, baby?”

I dropped my head against Emmit’s chest and looked up at him. “I couldn’t be better.”

Emmit raised a brow and asked, “Are you sure?”

Turning, I placed my hands on his chest and reached up on my toes to kiss him on the lips. “I promise. How are you feeling? Did you get enough water?”

“Yep.”

“Everything feel all right with your suit?”

Emmit pulled his ear buds out of his ears and handed me his iPod and the ear buds. “Yep.”

“Don’t be nervous, baby. You’ve got this. Just listen to Waldo and your spotter.”

The sound of Emmit’s neck cracking made me look over to my father for some reason. Chewing on my lower lip, I brought my attention back to Emmit. “I love you.”

Emmit’s whole body froze. Cupping my face with his hands, he smiled and rubbed his nose on mine before he softly kissed my lips. “I love you too, pumpkin. I promise I’ll be careful.”

I wanted more than anything to wrap my arms around him and deepen the kiss, but there was now a camera shoved right in our face.

Ugh.

As I took a step back, I smiled as I felt the heat move across my cheeks.

After “The Star Spangled Banner” was sung, the drivers started climbing into their cars. This was the part I hated. Having to walk away while he got ready to drive. Leaning into the car once more, I fought to hold my tears back. “I have a surprise for you.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yep!” I said as I popped my P. “Meet me over in victory lane after the race and I’ll give it to you.”

Emmit laughed and gave me a thumbs-up. “See you in a few, baby.”

I walked a few steps back as I watched them get Emmit ready. Turning, I bumped into Ashley. “Ashley! Hey it’s good to see you.”

Ashley glanced over to Emmit and lifted her hand as she smiled weakly at him. “I didn’t get to talk to him today. I was upset and ignored his calls.”

My heart dropped for a brief second. “You can still talk to him really quick. Come on before they put his helmet on.”

Walking Ashley over toward Emmit, I stopped just short of the car and let her walk over to him.

“Hey, big brother. I just wanted to say good luck. Kick ass. I’ll talk to you after the race.”

“Hey, baby sis. I love you and I’ll see you soon.”

Ashley smiled and took a few steps back as Emmit glanced over to me. He put his helmet on and now all you could see was his eyes. For some reason I thought it was the hottest damn thing ever . . . just seeing those gray eyes looking back at me.

With a smile, I turned and headed toward my father with Ashley walking alongside me.

Robert smiled when he saw Ashley. “Johnny seems to be smitten with your friends.”

Ashley laughed and nodded her head. “Yeah. They helped him walk Lola.”

That sparked my attention. “What?” I asked.

“Oh, we stopped by the bus and little Johnny was outside playing with Lola. My girlfriends, Becca and Janet, walked Lola with Johnny and played for a little bit.”

I nodded my head and said, “Well, Johnny is going to be a little heartbreaker. I can see why your friends were smitten with him.”

Ashley chuckled. “Speaking of, I’m going to go find them. Emmit was sweet enough to give full passes to each of them. They’re probably in their seats. See you after the race, sis!”

Waving, I said, “See ya, Ashley.” I couldn’t help but notice how Ashley looked over at Malcolm’s car. And I really couldn’t help but notice how Malcolm never took his eyes off of her as she walked by.

“Oh shit,” I mumbled as I turned back and looked at Emmit. “That’s not going to turn out well.”

“What isn’t?” my father asked.

I shook my head and looked at my father. “Oh, just the fact that Malcolm Wallace seems to have taken an interest in Ashley.”

My father looked over at Malcolm and sighed. “Let’s just hope he uses his head with this one.”

Smirking, I climbed up onto the tower. As my father and I both got situated, I said, “You mean the head between his shoulders right?”

My father’s mouth dropped open as he closed his eyes and shook his head. “Jesus, he’s already rubbing off on you.”

I was on pins and needles the entire race. Emmit started off in third position then fell back to tenth, and now he was racing against Malcolm for first with only six laps to go.

“Number seven is right on your inside. Easy,” the spotter said as I kept my eyes on Emmit.

“Ten-four,” Emmit said. He had been quiet a good portion of the race. Once he asked Waldo to ask me what was for dinner.

“Keep off the apron,” my father said as he raised his eyebrows at me.

“This is fucking stupid. Why doesn’t he just get the hell out of my way?”

Emmit’s car was a few seconds faster than Malcolm’s, but Malcolm blocked Emmit every time he tried to pass.

“Two to go.”

I stood up and placed my hand over my stomach. Race day always made me queasy. Emmit running in second with just two laps to go during the Daytona 500 made me feel like I wanted to throw up and pass out.

“Emmit, you know what to do,” my father said as I looked over at him.

“Yep,” was all Emmit said as I chewed on my thumb nail and went back to watching my husband race around the track. Emmit made it look like he was going to go up and Malcolm drifted with him, but Emmit shot down and quickly passed Malcolm.

“Fender. Door. Door. Clear!” the spotter said as my father jumped up and fist pumped.

“White flag. One to go.”

“Emmit,” I whispered as I held my breath and watched him pull further away from Malcolm.

“You’re pulling away so don’t push it. You’ve got this. One more turn.”

My eyes were glued to Emmit’s number thirty-seven car as I grabbed onto my father’s arm. “Daddy!” I shouted as Emmit came around turn four and went straight for the checked flag.

“Oh my God!” I screamed as I watched my husband take the checkered flag at the Daytona 500. My father and I both turned to each other as Emmit cheered over the radio.

“Yeah! Yes! Woo hoo! We did it, boys. We fucking did it!” Emmit said as my father kissed me on the cheek and Emmit’s entire pit crew went crazy as they cheered and shouted.

My father climbed down and began congratulating everyone on the win as Chris helped me down. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face if I wanted to. Daddy walked up and guided me over to victory lane.

Emmit revved the engine as he pulled up and the crowd went wild. I was so proud of him as I watched him climb out of his car. Confetti was flying everywhere along with champagne and soda being sprayed everywhere.

Emmit flashed that amazing smile and dimple of his as he celebrated his win. The moment he jumped down, the sportscaster was right there to interview. Emmit scanned the area and smiled bigger when our eyes met. He answered all the questions as he took a sip and laughed when asked if this was the best moment of his life. “It’s certainly up there with some other pretty amazing moments.” Our eyes met again and I couldn’t help by cry.

If he only knew how much more amazing this moment was about to be as I made my way over to him. As soon as the interview was over, Emmit pulled me into his arms.

“I want my surprise,” he said into my ear.

Turning my mouth so that I was right against his ear, I said, “I’m pregnant.”

Emmit slowly pulled back as tears built in his eyes. I covered my mouth with my hand in an attempt to keep from going full-throttle tears. I’d been waiting for two weeks to tell Emmit I was pregnant. Something told me to hold off until the first race and I was so glad I did.

“W-what?” Emmit asked as he stared at me with an incredulous look on his face. Giggling, I dropped my hands and started crying harder. “Addie, oh my God.”

Emmit pulled me back into his arms as he buried his face into my neck and cried.

“Best moment of my life. You’ve made me the happiest man in the world.” Emmit cried as he held me tighter.

After a few moments of being alone together, it was time for Emmit to get back to work.

At the press conference it didn’t take long for a reporter to ask Emmit if his tears from earlier were tears of joy about winning the Daytona 500. Emmit glanced over to me and smiled. We had a few minutes alone before the interview and I was able to tell him I was eight weeks along. If asked, we decided Emmit would announce we were expecting.

Emmit’s eyes lit up as he smiled a drop dead gorgeous smile. He laughed slightly and looked over at me. “I’m sure winning had something to do with those emotions, but I’m pretty sure it had more to do with the fact that Addie had just told me she was pregnant. They were the first words out of her mouth after she walked up to me.”

Everyone let out some hoops and hollers as my father looked over at me. Smiling, I winked as he slowly shook his head and pointed to me as he mouthed, I love you.

By the time the news conference was over, I was exhausted and ready to head back to the bus. Ashley had finally made it through the crowd and to Emmit. She’d lost her friend Becca somewhere in the crowd but introduced me to her friend Janet.

“You must be so excited. To be married to the top NASCAR racer and be carrying his baby! That’s like so totally awesome!”

I couldn't help but smile as I nodded in agreement with Ashley’s friend, Janet. In that moment it hit me how much more mature Ashley was over her friends.

“So what are your plans for tonight?” I asked the girls.

Janet smiled, “Well, Ashley here has some secret date she isn’t telling anyone about.”

I peeked over at Ashley and watched her cheeks flush. “It’s not a secret date. It’s not even date.”

Narrowing my eye at her, I asked, “What is it then?”

Ashley gave me a nervous smile as she kicked at the ground. “Nothing really. Just an old friend who invited me to catch up. Someone from the old circuit.”

Taking her by the arm, I looked over my shoulder back at Emmit. He was doing another interview and not paying attention to us. “Ashley Lewis. You know your brother doesn’t want you running around with these guys.”

“It’s not like that, Adaline, my gosh. It’s just a friend who wanted to apologize for a misunderstanding the other day.”

My mouth dropped open as my eyes widened in horror. “No. Ashley, you cannot.”

Giving me a fake laugh, she looked at me like I was crazy. “I cannot what?”

“Malcolm?”

Ashley’s smile faded as she glanced over to Emmit. “It’s not Malcolm. It’s someone else.”

I knew instantly she was lying.

Closing my eyes, I let out a sigh. “Oh, Ashley honey, Malcolm Wallace is not someone you want to get involved with. I know you had a huge crush on him at one time, but if your brother ever found out.”

“Oh my gosh, Adaline! You sound like my mother. I'm perfectly fine, I’m an adult woman and I know what I’m doing. I have to go. Tell Emmit I’ll talk to him later.” Turning away from me, Ashley called out to Janet. “Janet, let’s go find Becca!”

“Ashley! Ashley wait!” I called out as I watched her walk toward the buses. Most of the drivers would be pulling away soon. I prayed like hell Malcolm had already left.

Rubbing my hand across the back of my neck, I let out a frustrated groan. “Adaline, why don’t you go back to the bus? I’ll let Emmit know where you are.”

Smiling, I nodded and kissed Kate Elliot on the cheek. “I think I will. I’m exhausted and who knows how long this will take. Is Johnny still at the bus?”

Kate shook her head. “No, Robert’s mom went and got him a little bit ago.”

I placed my hand on Kate’s arm and smiled. “Thank you so much, Kate. I’ll talk to you soon.”

With each step I took back to the bus, I had a dreadful feeling move over me and I wasn’t sure why. The feeling of someone watching me caused the hair on my arms to rise as I glanced around. At one point, I stopped and turned back to look at Emmit. He must have sensed it because he looked directly at me and held up his hand to motion five more minutes.

Thank God. All I wanted to do was crawl into bed.

Opening the door to the bus, I took a step in. “Lola?” I called out as I looked for her. Huh. That’s strange she isn’t here to greet me.

Johnny must have turned all the lights out in the bus before he left because it was pitch-black. “Lola!” I called out as I turned the kitchen light on and headed to the bedroom. When I didn’t see her on the bed, I panicked. Shit! What if Johnny left the door open and she got out?

Turning on my heels, I went to go outside when I ran right into someone. Screaming, I stumbled back and looked at the woman standing in front of me. It didn’t take long for me to recognize her.

“Cookie?” I asked stunned.

Her eyes turned black as she pulled out a knife and said, “It’s Becca.”

Swallowing hard, I barely got the words out, “Becca? I thought your name was—” Then it clicked. Becca and Cookie were the same person.

I took a few steps back and hit the bed while my eyes darted between the knife in Becca’s hand and the look in her eyes. My body trembled and I wasn’t sure which one I should be more afraid of.

“Becca, what are you doing here? Why . . . why are you holding a knife?”

Her smile made my skin crawl as she let out a deep, haunting laugh. “It wasn’t hard finding you. After all, I’m best friends with Ashley. All I had to do was mention how cool it would be to do a girls’ weekend in Florida. It didn’t take her long to put two and two together and suggest coming to the race. I was hoping Emmit would win, but I wasn’t counting on you hanging all over him after he won. You were supposed to come back here over an hour ago. Your damn dog will be waking up any minute.”

I glanced behind her only to see Lola laying on the floor in the living room. I covered my mouth and gasped. “What did you do to her?”

Becca reached out and grabbed my arm, pulling me toward her as I let out a small gasp. “Relax, it’s just a sedative. I’d never kill Emmit’s dog. I know how much he loves that dog.”

Becca gave me a hard push, causing me to stumble and hit the wall. “Go into the living room. Now.”

I did as she asked, stepping over Lola who looked to be just sleeping. I shook my head and looked back at Becca. Confusion swept through my mind as I tried to figure out what in the hell was going on. “Wait, I’m confused, what are you doing, Becca?”

“I’m here to tell you Emmit is mine. He made a terrible mistake by marrying you. I tried to remind him of our night together. I sent him an email and asked him to meet me. He never answered.”

I continued to stare at Becca as my eyes looked between the knife and her face. My heart was pounding in my chest as I felt sick to my stomach.

“Then I sent him another email and begged him to reconsider. I even offered to meet him again in Dallas last November. He ignored me again. But then I got to thinking, maybe it was you deleting all my emails, keeping Emmit away from me.”

My heart dropped as I shook my head. “No,” I whispered.

“You were getting the emails first and deleting them before my precious Emmit could read them. I even sent him nude pictures of me. He wanted me once before, I knew if he saw what he could have, he’d want me again.”

My stomach churned and I covered my mouth. Emmit mentioned nothing to me about emails. “I-I don't have access to his emails. Only his assistant does.”

“Shut-up you lying bitch! Why couldn’t you have just called off the wedding? I destroyed your wedding dress! I did everything I possibly could to ruin that day and you still married him! Even when I gave you the video of us, you couldn’t see how he was looking at me. How much he wanted me. Me! Not you! Me!”