Emily’s Dilemma: Seduced by Billionaire Brothers

*Some many years ago*

It was a time in the fanciest part of New York with modern estate mansions lined up eagerly beautiful and luxurious and it wasn’t quite uncommon to find kids riding their bikes up and down the empty street sometimes up to the busy streets if they were lucky to get away from the watchful eyes of their babysitters and nannies but at that time Ethan and Jackson were old enough to go off riding on their own without anyone breathing down their back anxiously.

Everyone was used to their running off, sneaking off in the hot spring afternoon with their helmets latched on their heads while they ran off with the other neighborhood kids but that afternoon had been different. Ethan was in the mood for a swim in their large in built swimming pool but Jackson had been riddled with adrenaline he needed to steam off, he wanted to bike race with their yet again new bikes

“Come on Ethan” Jackson pleaded impatiently “First down the hill and you get my desert for a week” Jackson wasn’t sure about his price but at that point he felt he could do without chocolate mousse cake and banana flavored ice cream for at least a week but fifteen years old Ethan wasn’t having it, he looked Jackson dead in the eye, a tired look on his face and slightly irritated too.

“I don’t feel like it Jackson, now if you don’t mind I’ll very much like to swim or better still play video games” Ethan sounded hoping his younger brother who doted on his every move would very much leave him alone.

“Why not? The weather is perfect and I can’t face those Weatherbee kids on my own” Jackson said, referring to the neighborhood kids who seemed to have a personal vendetta against the Hatton brothers.

“Then go read a book or something, go away Jackson. I’m not in the mood right now”

“Fine” Jackson said, sadly at that but Ethan wasn’t paying attention anymore and Jackson walked away he was determined to beat the Weatherbee brothers on his own too. Jackson took his bike from his garage, determination evident on his face as he placed his sky blue colored helmet on his head. He rode out on the street and wasn’t surprised to find them waiting for him, their nose scrunched up in a sneer and he approached them, his palms sweaty with anxiety already but he ignored itBelongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Where’s your brother Jackson, scared that we’ll make him eat his dust?” the older looking one amongst them said first and he looked to be about Ethan’s age. His long hair framing his small face with freckles spread out on his cheeks and nose but his eyes held the kind of courage and confident that rich kids who suffered no consequences bore.

“Shut up Frank” Jackson said boldly “I could handle both of you with ease, I don’t need Ethan”

The Weatherbee brothers laughed heartily then both climbed on their, expensive looking bikes, both sharing a look.

Meanwhile Ethan was beginning to have a change of heart about sending his brother away the way he did, the swimming pool was no longer appealing and if he was being entirely honest with himself playing video games without Jackson was just boring so he took out his bike whilst taking his helmet with him. When he rode out unto the street, the usually empty street was even emptier. It had been thirty minutes at most since Jackson left but they usually took a particular route and Ethan followed it immediately but there was no Jackson in sight, or the Weatherbee brothers. A slow panic had begun to rise in his chest at this point because in all honesty Frank and his brother weren’t the most friendly neighborhood kids, they were as pampered and everything was dispensable to them if it increased ego enough, even in the luxurious neighborhood street credit was very important.

Ethan rode his bike further, further than their limit, further than where they usually stop, the thin breeze blowing through his shirt as his eyes searched frantically for any ginger haired kid until he found them and he stopped in his tracks.

******

Jackson’s eyes shot open immediately, the mechanical sound of the machine beeping loud and blaring in his ears as he tried to calm his racing heart but it was impossible, the scenes were replaying in his head like a vivid dream only it wasn’t a dream it had truly happened.

The gunshot, the unbearable pain he felt as he fell to the ground Emily’s hand laced with his, his blood smeared on her face as she tried to wipe her tears that fell unto his face, mixing with his his heart breaking a thousand times because he couldn’t help her he couldn’t save her. The memories haunted him, he closed his eyes trying to relish in the partial silence but it couldn’t happen as the doctors were rushing into his hospital room already.

Was he really awake? Or was he still dreaming? He couldn’t tell, he could feel his chest tightening constricting, the gunshot going off over and over again in his head. How could he stop it? He could he stop the overbearing the pain that encompassed his entire being, where was Emily? Was she okay? Was the baby okay?

“I’m here with you” he could hear her voice but why couldn’t he see her, why he couldn’t he feel her next to him, her fingers laced with his, her soothing voice easing the anxiety out of him

“Emily” he whispered softly and desperate as he heard voices rallying around him, hoping one of them would be her.

“Jackson” suddenly he heard her voice, and slowly her face came into focus. She was crying but she was smiling at the same time, her hands finding his, caressing his skin in a way that all his pain was slowly disappearing.

“Don’t cry” he wanted to say but he couldn’t, he could only look at her and squeeze her hand back, almost managing a smile.

“The DNA results came out Jackson, can you hear me?” he heard her say, how could he tell her he could hear her loud and clear and her voice was the only thing keeping him going.

“The baby is yours Jackson!”