Page 96 of Unbalanced

I grab another glass and pour myself three fingers, but I only take a sip this time. I need to get control.

My phone dings and I pull it out of my pocket. I hate how my heart skips a beat at the sight of Emily’s name.

Unable to stop myself, I open the message, and the out-of-control sensation seeps away with her words.

Emily: Hi, Alden. I’m sorry I haven’t been in touch. I needed some space after the arrest, and work has been crazy. I’d love to have dinner with you as long as you don’t mind me being a jailbird.

I should say no.

Alden: That’s completely understandable.

Liar. I don’t want her needing space.

Alden: And no, I don’t mind. It’s kind of sexy that you’ve spent time in jail. When are you free?

Emily: LOL. Can you do tomorrow?

Alden: Yes, and this time I’ll pick you up to make sure no one else has kidnapped you before dinner.

Emily: Lmao. Does that mean you’re kidnapping me?

Don’t fucking tempt me.

Alden: I guess you’ll have to wait and see.

Emily: I look forward to it. See you tomorrow, Alden.

Alden: See you tomorrow.

As soon as I lock my phone, my body sags with relief.

“What the fuck?”

I’m completely out of my mind. This isn’t normal. But I can’t deny that the heavy weight on my chest has eased. I down the rest of my drink, letting the liquid burn and warm me.

Taking a deep breath, I head for the bedroom. But as I get closer to the door, I have to grab my head. Dizzy…everything is spinning. I crash into the doorframe and stumble sideways into my room.

What the hell is going on?

Halfway to my bed, I trip over my feet and hit the ground hard. I try to shake the fog clouding the edges of my vision, but it’s no use. Crawling the rest of the way, I haul myself up onto my bed, then flop back and stare at the ceiling.

Every noise is…so loud.

“Alden, sweetie, are you okay?”

I turn my head. Emily is standing there in a black negligée. I blink as she walks closer, and my cock hardens with each step.

“Em…Emily?”

She smiles as bright as the summer sun. A rainbow of colors sparkles around her like a halo. I reach for the mirage, and she grips my hand, then places a kiss on my knuckles.

“Who else would it be?”

That’s a good question. Did I invite her here? Did I invite someone else? No…I don’t want anyone else.

“Were you dreaming about me?”

I lick my lips. Am I?