Hot Coffee (The Hollens)

Chapter 17 (Tell It As Is)

Emma's POV

Halley had broken down into a fit. I cuddled her with a hug and told her that everything would be okay.

Something was wrong with her, apart from being drugged.

Matt must have mortified her.

Detective Sam and the others looked on, unsettled.

"Halley, please tell them what happened. You have to talk about it," I whispered calmly, making sure I

didn't sound mean or harsh to upset her more.

"I don't want to. I can't," she cried.

What on earth happened to her?

"Halley, I know you're scared. I know you want to put this behind you but we need your statement on

what happened when Matt pulled you into the house," Detective Sam pressed.

"I can't talk about it. I don't want to," she cried again and hugged me tighter.

Mr. Hollen looked like he was about to explode.

"Where's the driver? Maybe he could describe what he saw when he fetched Halley," Sam said to Mr.

Hollen who began to make a call before Sam could finish.

The police officers stayed out in the living room since Halley was already in a delicate condition and

they didn't want to upset her any more.

Luis arrived ten minutes later and inquisitiveness led me to eavesdrop. What Luis described when he

entered into the house made me gasp. Tears flooded my eyes as he told them the details. I'd have

been better of not hearing a thing.

Poor Halley. How could her boyfriend do such a thing to her? No wonder she didn't want to talk about it.

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Luis' POV

"I was sitting in the car waiting for the ladies, messaging my daughter. Emma started pounding on the

driver's side window . I rolled it down and asked what was going on. She told me that Halley had be

drugged and pulled into the house. I told Emma to get into the car and lock the doors while I went to

get Halley.

"The front door of the house was opened. Kids were everywhere, drinking, smoking cigarettes,

dancing, and making out inside of the house. Halley was nowhere in sight but I heard yelling upstairs. I

followed the sounds, which were dispersed because of the music, but found her and a guy on the top

staircase. He was forcing her to perform oral sex while another guy was video taping.

"Halley was resisting so they slapped her to the face. He said to her, 'Its my birthday, bitch, you have to

make me happy.' I pulled Halley up and the two guys ran away. She was so drunk and high she

couldn't even stand. I threw her over my shoulder and made my way back to the car with her."

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Emma's POV

Mr. Hollen rubbed his temple as he took it all in. His eyes changed again. His hands balled up into fists

and his nostrils flared. Halley had to be more than just a maid. That sort of reaction from an employer

who was a billionaire, was very uncommon towards an ordinary maid.

I began to tiptoe away from the living room but walked into something pointy. Tits.

"What the hell! Watch where you're going!" Sharon shouted.

I wanted to cover her mouth so the men in the other room wouldn't hear her but I couldn't dare touch

her.

Mr. Hollen appeared behind us. "Is everything okay here?"

"No, everything is not okay here. We need to talk Ethan!" Sharon snapped. She was so out of timing.

Mr. Hollen looked frustrated, as if he just wasn't in the mood to listen to her bickering again and again.

She was always grilling him and yelling for nothing.

What did he see in her? Yeah, she was beautiful but her ways were ugly. I hadn't been around for that

long and even I could tell.

"Honey, I'm with the police right now. Can we talk later?"

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It was so ridiculous of her, so inconsiderate and selfish. Everything always had to be about her. Didn't

she get any attention when she was growing up? I got none and I knew I was nothing like her.

"Sharon, not right now," he said sharply.

"Ethan, I can't--"

"I said not fucking now!" he blasted.

I had never heard him yell at her before, or swear. I felt so embarrassed and he wasn't even talking to

me. She buried her face in the palm of her hands and ran upstairs. He let out a heavy sigh. I was still

standing there, afraid to move.

"Sorry you had to see that, can you make me another cup of coffee?" he asked and went back into the

living room.

I went to prepare his coffee.

I was nearly done when the door opened and assumed it was him coming for his coffee. "Here's your

coffee," I said without turning around.

I turned and came face to face with Sharon. "Don't think I don't see what you're doing, you little bitch."

"Mrs. Hollen. What are you--?"

"The next time I catch you looking at Ethan, I'll kick your ass over this mansion. NYPD won't be enough

to save your scrawny ass," she threatened then left.

I swallowed fear and held onto the coffee cup like it was my life saver. My feet went numb and my mind

went blank. The door opened and I almost fell over in fright, thinking it was her again, but it was Mr.

Hollen and he saw the fear in my eyes.

"Are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost; it's only me." He gave a small smile.

"Here," I said shortly, handing him his coffee and departing as fast as my legs could go. I didn't want

Sharon to catch us together again.

"Emma!"

I heard him calling me but I was already out of the kitchen. I slowed my pace when I reached my

bedroom door. A hand on my shoulder made me even more scared than I already was. I turned around

with haste and his lips collided with mine.

He opened the door to my room and walked me inside, his lips still locked on mine. He raised me up

and laid me onto the bed, moving his hands over my body. The sensations I'd felt were at an all time

high. I had never felt this way before. I knew it was wrong but it felt so right. All the fear in me subsided.

"Sir, what are you...? Oh my Gooood!" I said between kisses.

"Can I touch you?" he asked as he ran kisses down my neck, giving me goosebumps. His hands were

already all over me.

"No, you can't," I said as I pulled his head away and looked into his eyes.

"Why not?" he leaned in, oh so tempting.

"You're engaged. Plus the police are still here, they'll be looking for us. You have to stop."

I wanted him but not like this.

"Okay. I'll stop. This isn't over," he added before he left the room.

I was wet.

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