Page 20 of Sinful Promise

It’s become a highlight of my week, getting to spend time with her, just the two of us.

Though, I don’t know how I’m going to sit through two hourswithoutmentioning the fact that someone is stalking her.

Emily knows me better than anyone, so she would be able to read the guilt on my face at knowing her secret.

But I can’tnotgo. That would only arouse suspicion. So, I text her back.

Me

I wouldn’t miss it. x

The fact that she was able to keep this from me and I had absolutely no idea makes me wonder what else she was hiding.

I guess no matter how well you think you know a person, you can nevertrulyknow what they’re going through.

When I wakeup the next morning, instead of pulling on a crisp black suit like usual, I reach for a pair of dark jeans and a navy T-shirt that has been gathering dust at the back of my closet.

It feels strange to dress so casually. The black shirt and matching slacks are somewhat of a uniform for my brothers and me, which Emily likes to make fun of, but it makes me feel confident.

I have no doubt that if I put on a pair of sunglasses and a baseball cap alongside my casual attire, Emily won’t recognize me, which is exactly what I’m aiming for.

I decide to head to the campus on foot rather than in my car, so I bypass my private garage and walk over to the main college library in Washington Square.

I barely slept last night as I typed out and deleted over a dozen messages to Emily.

I hate the idea of her being alone in her apartment.

While I trust Dimitri installed the most high-tech security system there is, that knowledge does little to soothe my anxiety.

At one point, I almost got in my car to drive over there to bring her back to my place because I couldn’t stand it any longer.

But if I just showed up in the middle of the night, I would have had to come clean about what Zara told me, and I don’t want to come between them. I know it took a lot for Zara to break Emily’s trust, so I need to learn to deal with the anxiety of it all.

What I can’t seem to stop ruminating over is how I’m going to keep an eye on Emily when Anton expects me atEspionageat all hours of the day and night.A lot of the accounting work can be done from my phone, but I’m also expected to show my face, seeing as I’m the manager.

I doubt Zara will allow me to explain the situation to Anton, so I’m going to have to make sure I hunt this fucker down quickly. Otherwise, it won’t just be Emily’s life in danger, but my balls, too.

The walk over to the library is pleasant. It’s early June, so the weather is significantly warm.

Usually, I’m so busy atEspionagethat I hardly ever see daylight these days, so I take the opportunity to soak up some vitamin D on my walk over to Washing Square.

I take a seat on one of the benches and pull my cap low over my eyes to shield my face. Thankfully, it’s sunny today, so my hat and glasses don’t look completely ridiculous.

Pulling out my phone, I pretend to be mindlessly scrolling, despite my eyes being fixated on the entrance to the library.

Emily usually has a lecture first thing on Monday morning, and she likes to follow it by heading to the library to type up her notes. She’s insanely committed to her studies, which is another thing that I admire about her.

She then usually has lunch outside when it’s sunny, so I’m expecting her to come out of the library any minute.

As the minutes tick by, I grow more and more fidgety.

Maybe it would have been better to follow her inside the library. While non-students aren’t allowed in, it wouldn’t have been hard to bribe a student to borrow their ID for a few hours.

But it’s too late to think about that now. She should be out any minute. Maybe she’s just got caught up in her work.

I’m not usually so irrational, but the idea of some random guy stalking Emily is stopping me from thinking clearly.

I quickly open up my emails to distract myself for a moment and to check through the dozen or more I’ve received in the last couple of hours, just to make sure there isn’t anything urgent from Anton.

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