Emery: A Prince's Adventure

Chapter 15

Emma

''If we come here everyday, I'll be fat in no time.'' Emery says as he takes a bite of his food, causing me

to chuckle while I look at him—only watching him eat. It surprises me how someone can be attractive in

so many different ways? One look, he's damn attractive while staring out the window but then when he

eats, he's ten times perfect.

It surprises me how someone can be attractive in so many different ways? One look, he's damn

attractive while staring out the window but then when he eats, he's ten times perfect

''Fat or not, I'm stuck with you, either way.'' I reply, leaving him smiling down at his food before taking a

slice and handing it over to me while I slowly lean forward, making it easier for him to give me a bite.

''It seems like you're bringing me with you,''

He chuckles at my respond, ''You own a restaurant. Don't tell me you've never tried everything in the

menu and don't tell me how many calories you've earned for giving in?'' He asks by raising an eyebrow

and that's when he got me—food is my weakness. Yes, I may not look like I eat a lot but the people

who knows me better, they would understand better.

I roll my eyes at him, ''I never said I haven't,'' Then, he smiles once more after glancing up at my

direction; as he continues to eat his food while feeding me whenever he wants to.

''I want to show you New York. Well, it's not everyday that we get the chance to travel and since I'll be

living in your country, I kind of miss the things here.'' I say, causing him to look up at me as he chews

his food. As he thinks for awhile, he starts to nod, earning himself a smile from me.

After the heavy lunch that we had, we head out to the city—wanting to go to places. Let's just see this

as basics to something better; we might improve our relationship by this, who knows? We might end up

being friends or more. I want more, though.

''The most cliché place that we have to visit is the Central Park. You might have seen it in quite a lot of

movies?'' I turn to ask him, seeing that he's busy looking around but glances at my direction before

answering.

''Yeah, so we'll be going there?'' He asks.

With a nod, I quickly pull him by the hand as we quickly make our way towards the Central Park. Due to

my childish act, I hear him laughing from behind but he does not say or stop me from doing such a

thing. He keeps on encouraging me by running beside, hand in hand.

A lot of people are glancing at our direction but they might see us as crazy freaks who really have

nothing to do in the morning. People here, they don't bother much so that's why I don't have to worry

about getting noticed. Well, the media might have pictures of us but as long as they stay out of it and

as long as the people here doesn't bother us, we'll be fine.

Getting to know each other. That's step number one. I don't want the press to ruin it for us; we want a

moment to ourselves and being disturbed by the press is very, worth smacking them. Step number

two? I haven't figured that out yet but probably getting close to each other. If that's not too quick,

whatsoever.

Once we've arrived at the Central Park, we come face to face with the amount of people, walking

around with smiles on their faces but mostly with phones in their hands; of course. This is the twentieth

century, what do I expect? People communicating through birds? I thought.

''So, what do we do here?'' Emery turns towards me.

''We walk,'' I answer, leaving him frowning as I grab onto his hand once more—realising that we're now

walking side by side, looking like a regular couple with our hands entwined. Emery doesn't mind much

that we're holding hands, probably, because we said that we'll give it a go.

Theres nothing to say, honestly. It's like we're having a conversation but words aren't really necessary.

We might be talking in our heads; we'll never know. He might be thinking about me and I might be

thinking about him—maybe we're thinking about each other. Isn't that, sweet? I guess, a little.

''Can we talk as we walk or is it against the rules?'' He asks, leaving me to laugh at his question. I nod

my head as a sign for him to ask first, fire away, as long as it doesn't involve anything stupid, then I'll

answer. His grip on my hand tightens a little bit as I try to cover up my smile.

''What's your favourite animal?'' He asks.

I roll my eyes, ''Really? That's all you got?'' I ask him and he chuckles, shaking his head; to show that

he's out of ideas, he'll just ask anything he wants but it'll be cool, I'll try to answer, ''Lion.'' I reply.

''What a coincidence, I think not. Did you Google about me in order to find out my favourite animal so

that we can match?'' He leans in a little and I laugh which causes him to laugh back. He's such a

teaser.

''No, I really like lions. By the way, isn't Emery a greyish-black form of corundum?'' I raise an eyebrow

and he sighs, rolling his eyes; he probably have had this kind of question before but I don't blame him.

Yet, his name sounds perfect. It matches him in a way that I think it wouldn't.

''Tell me something I don't know,'' He smirks.

We both laugh before he continues to speak, ''Look, I've looked up my name a few times when I was a

kid so I pretty much know the meaning. At least it isn't as awful as Arthur or France. Why would anyone

name their kid over a country? A country that I don't even own,'' He says and I smile at him, seeing

how he's slightly annoyed. Somehow, I've completely forgotten about his accent; since I've heard him

talk a lot recently.

''France and Arthur isn't an awful name but I like Emery a lot better. It suits you, someway.'' I shrug.

His brown eyes are looking at me, piercing deep into my eyes but I don't mind because I want to see

something in his eyes; I want to know that, there's at least something for me. Even a little.

''Thank you,'' He mutters.

I look down at his hand and I see that I never really notice him wearing the wedding band. My lips

curve up into a smile; knowing that whenever people see him, especially women, they'll come to see

his ring. Even though, yes, the world knows we're married but in some way, it feels good to see him

wearing the wedding band. It will constantly remind him that he's married. I might sound like a complete

freak right now but I don't know, maybe I am a freak.

We continue to walk and walk but something manage to catch my attention. A little boy is currently

laughing with his mother and father; seeing that they are having a great time together. He has a wide

smile on his face—as a sign that he's happy. When I glance up at the parents, they seem utterly happy

too. Not only because of their boy but because of themselves.

My heart warms at the sight.

It continues to warm up when the father picks up his son and kiss his cheek, long and lovingly. Without

me realising, I am already smiling; not realising how this kind of thing can affect me so much.

''Are you even listening?'' Emery asks.

I turn to look at him, slightly confused. As my eyebrows furrow, ''I'm sorry, what were you saying?'' I ask

and he rolls his eyes, muttering 'never mind'.

We enjoy our little walk at the Central Park and I can tell that Emery has come to like New York, a little

bit more after what happened last night. My cheeks will always heat up whenever I remind the scene in

my head because I know what he really meant.

The view, it was me.

''Where do we go next?'' He asks, looking down at me.

''Well, we can go to the Top of The Rock Observation Deck. Do you want to?'' I ask, with a smile Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

appearing on my lips as I look up at his face. When I look around, I see that a few women are staring at

him as he looks back at me; not really understanding why I'm busy eyeing places. I know, Emery's hot

but I don't like it when they stare; I'm not being possessive or anything, I just feel uncomfortable.

Before he can say respond, I already pull him by the hand, causing him to move forward as we make

our way towards the cab—saying our destination.

As soon as we arrive up high at the top, I am surprised to see Emery looking around with a smile on his

face but then when I make my way towards the glasses, he starts to eye me from behind; his eyes

showing something when I turn around to look at him. Is it awe? Is it something different? It's definitely

something.

''What? Is there something on my—''

To my surprise, he cups onto my face before quickly meeting his lips with mine. My eyes widen at the

sudden contact but he continues to kiss me, waiting for my respond. As a smile creep up my face, I

quickly respond back to the kiss. He does a few things in surprise. I find it cute. I find it attractive.

As soon as he breaks the kiss, I see him looking down at my redden lips for a few seconds before

looking back into my eyes, ''Is there really something on—''

He cuts me off by kissing me but he takes a few seconds to say, ''Shut up,'' before leaning in to kiss me

again, giving butterflies in my stomach. My heart won't stop beating fast, especially due to his hand on

my face and his body, extremely close to mine.

If bringing him to places where they'll be a view in order to get kissed, then I'll bring him all day.

We break the kiss once more, not continuing any further due to being in public but he can't seem to

remove his hands away from my skin, ''Keep taking me to places like this but at the end of the day, I'll

be saying that you're the only view I see.'' He mutters.

His words left me speechless.

''You're a smooth motherfucker,'' I breathe.

He smirks, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear before pecking on the tip of my nose which causes

me to blush immediately. Look, I expect improvements but this is a hell lot of improvements.

On our way home, I manage to catch a glimpse of Emery looking at my direction for a few seconds but

I act like I don't even know what's going on. We take the cab home and we don't even utter a single

word because I don't know, things are getting awkward than we expect but I try to let it slide. Awkward.

''You know what, are you hungry?'' I ask.

Emery looks at me, ''Why? Is there like—''

''I'm craving Chinese.'