The hollen series episode 26 & 27

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Emma’s POV

It was only one week until my birthday and, for
the first time in my life, I was looking forward
to it. Mr. Hollen was throwing me a joint
birthday p@rty with his grandma. Double the
cake and double the enjoyment.
When we’d gotten back to New York from
Miami, he’d brou-ght me to a bakery shop and
told the bakers there what cake I would like to
have on my “special day”. He also said he had
some special surprises for me.
Sharon extended her stay so she wouldn’t be
back until after my birthday, and Mrs. Hollen
wouldn’t be attending because she had to
travel. Mr. Hollen didn’t seem to care much
about that. He was busy ma-king calls for
arrangements on the p@rty.
Halley and I were in the laundry room folding
clothes.
“The p@rty is going to be amazing. I know he
would go the extra mile for his grandmother,
and for you.”
“Thanks Halley.”
“So are you going to be with him if he breaks
up with Sharon?”
“I don’t know. I don’t want him to just leave her
for me because how you get them is how you
lose them. What if he leaves me for someone
else?”
“That makes s-en-se. But he’s a great guy,
Emma, and it seems like he cares about you.”
“Yeah, but he’s engaged!”
“That could easily be broken.”
“Okay, now you’re sounding just like him.”
“Emma, do you know how your life would
transform if you married him? He’s a
billionaire. You wouldn’t have to work a day in
your life.”
“I don’t care about that. I don’t care about the
money. I just care about him, but it hurts.”
“I un-derstand, but you better prepare for the
wrath of Sharon.”
We laughed.
__________
July 12th. Happy birthday to me!
The only thing my birth parents left me with
when they dropped me off was my birth d@t£,
marked on a piece of paper, along with a note
stating they couldn’t take care of me anymore.
I never look forward to my birthday because it
was just a regular day for me, but, for the first
time, I was having a birthday p@rty. Excitement
rolled around in my stomach all day.
Halley and I went shopping in the morning for
an outfit and to get my hair done.
As the clock struck 5:00pm the p@rty began.
The gates were wi-de open and people walked
in in hvge numbers. A DJ was pla-ying music
outside by the pool, balloons and decorations
were everywhere. Caterers walked around with
f!nger foods and drinks. There was a chocolate
fountain with strawberries to di-p.
Mr. Hollen’s grandmother walked in and I
greeted her kindly and led her to a seat.
“Happy Birthday,” she said to me and handed
me a small box.
“Happy Birthday to you, too. And thank you so
much,” I said as I sat down next to her. “I
don’t know if you remember me but I
remember you.”
She looked at me puzzled.
“We met at a park. You c@m£ over and sat
next to me— I was re-ading a book and you
had a newspaper. You forgot it so I ran to give
it to you but I was st©pped by one of your
b©dyguards. I still have the newspaper with
me.”
She smiled her sweet smile and held my hand
in hers. Her eyes twi-nkled at me and she
nodded her head. “Take care of my grandson,”
she said softly in my ears.
I nodded as other people c@m£ over to wish
her happy birthday.
When it was time for cake I was sitting next to
Mr. Hollen’s grandmother as two hvge cakes
were pushed in front of us. The candles
indicated our ages; Mr. Hollen lit them.
Everyone began to sing “Happy Birthday” and
tears of joy c@m£ to my eyes. I finally was
having a birthday celebr@tion.
We blew out our candles together and cut into
the cakes. She gave the first slice to her
grandson, though I wanted to give him mine as
well. Instead I gave the first slice to Halley.
The rest of the late evening was spent eating
and drinking, laughter and conversation,
dancing and singing and a pool p@rty. It was
amazing. Everyone there was nice, even the DJ
who kept wishing us happy birthday over the
microphone. We laughed out when he actually
began to sing ‘Happy Birthday’ and his singing
voice was so flat.
I was out by the pool chatting with Halley and
two other ladies.
“Happy Birthday, baby,” Mr. Hollen whispered
and handed me three big bags.
“Thank you,” I said while taking a peek into the
bags.
I was anxious to see what he had given me, so
I quic-kly excused myself and ran to my room.
I la-id the bags on the be-d and picked the
yellow one first. I unwra-pped the box.
Holy Moly, he got me a new smartphone.
I couldn’t believe my eyes as I held the phone
in my hands.
I opened the pink bag next and unwra-pped the
gift. My eyes popped out of my head.
A Chanel Number 5 perfume set!
The fragrance was heavenly and the was worth
about five hundred dollars, maybe more.
There was one more bag left. I opened it
slowly and unwra-pped it. It was a hvge picture
of Halley, Mr. Hollen and I on the jet to
Miami. We were sipping our drinks and I was
mid laugh. I couldn’t even remember what I
was laughing at. I loved the picture and would
cherish it always, along with my other gifts.
I opened my purse and opened the tiny box
his grandmother had given me. I fell on the
be-d because my feet couldn’t support the rush
I had. It was a diamond n£¢klace with
matching earrings.
I ran my f!ngerslightly on the diamonds as I
looked in amazement at the n£¢klace as it
sparkled in my hands. I couldn’t believe it was
mine. I would rock the set because it
belonged to me, and only me. I ran back to
find her. I found her with Mr. Hollen, sitting in
the living room.
“Thank you so much for the gift! I love it!” I
leaned in and k!ssher cheek.
She tapped my back and told me I was
welcome.
I turned to Mr. Hollen, who was smiling
brightly at me.
“Thanks so much for the gifts, sir. I love them,
especially the picture.”
“You’re very welcome, Emma, but it isn’t over
yet.”
He moved closer to me and everyone gathered
around. The music st©pped and everyone’s
eyes were locked on us. He got down on one
knee.
Oh, what’s going on here? Is he doing what I
think he’s doing?
His hand reaches into his back p@n-ts pocket
and pu-ll-ed out a small black box. He popped
it open. “Emma, you’re an extraordinary woman
and you’re very different. I think that is the
reason why I fell for you, and why love you. So,
in front of all my friends and my grandmother,
will you marry me?”
You can only imagine the incredulity I was
facing. The ring was beautiful, one of the most
beautiful things I’d ever seen in my entire life. I
was speechless.
I nodded yes and his eyes lit up.
“Is that a yes?”
I nodded yes again.
He took the ring from the box and placed it on
my f!nger.
He planted a pas-sionate k!sson me and the
crowd cheered and cl@pped for us.
I’d never been so happy in all my life. I was
getting married to the man of my dreams.
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Ethan’s POV

I was one of the happiest men on earth when
Emma accepted my proposal.
I was in my be-droom drinking my coffee she
had prepared. I insisted she stay longer with
me.
“You know you’re no longer my maid, right?
You’re my fiancee now.”
She looked at her ring. She was still
memorized by its pres£nce on her f!nger. “Mr.
Hollen,” she began, but I cut her off.
“Emma, baby, call me Ethan, plea-se.”
“Ethan. There’s something I have to say.”
“I’m listening, sweetheart.”
“I can’t accept this ring. This doesn’t feel right.
I can’t do this.”
I was puzzled and disappointed. My happiness
was short lived. “Why not? You accepted it last
night.”
“That’s because I didn’t want to refuse it in
front of your grandmother and your friends. I
have feelings for you but you’re still engaged to
Sharon. That’s the fact.”
“Emma,” I heaved a frustrated sigh, “I’m
breaking it off with her when she gets back. I
don’t want to do it over the phone; I want to do
it to her face.”
She attem-pted to take off the ring.
“Emma, on a serious note, if you re-move that
ring, you and I are going to have a problem.”
She looked at me and I looked back at her,
ha-rd .
She kept it on.
“Can you just plea-se give me until this
weekend when Sharon gets back so I can end
it with her? She alre-ady knows there’s
something we have to discuss.”
“Okay. I will.”
I pu-ll-ed her into a hvg. I ran myl-ips to her
n£¢k then down to her brea-st. She let out a
soft m0@n when my mouth mas-saged her
n!ppl!. I gently took her t©p off; she wasn’t
wearing a br@. Perfect.
I k!$$£d herl-ips pas-sionately and she wra-pped
her arms around my shi-tless b©dy. I pu-ll-ed
her closer to me, her brea-sts pressing on my
che-st. I un-bu-ttoned her p@n-ts and moved my
hands to her sp©t, feeling her. She was getting
we-tter and we-tter by the second. I re-moved
her p@n-ts completely, leaving only her
un-derwear on. I bit my bo-ttoml!pas I looked
at her b©dy. She was so damn beautiful and
S-xy. I hovered over her while she looked me
in my eyes.
“Are you re-ady?” I didn’t want to f0rç£ her. I
was willing to wait until she was re-ady and
comfortable with giving me her prize.
She nodded yes, to my surprise.
A smile appeared on my face. Wow. “Are you
sure baby? I don’t wanna rush you. We can
wait.”
“I’m re-ady, Ethan.”
I k!$$£d her pas-sionately again and I wanted to
make her b©dy feel at ease instead of just
entering her. I wanted to make love to her. I
k!$$£d her b©dy and trailed myl-ips to her
pri-vate area. I took off her p@n-ties next and
tasted her. She held onto my hair, pu-lling it
ti-ght as she cli-maxed on myl-ips. I entered her
gently, I didn’t want to hurt her too much. She
m0@n ed loudly so I covered her mouth with my
li-ps.
_________
She cleaned herself up and la-id on my che-st
while I combe-d her hair with my f!ngers. “Did I
hurt you?”
She bled heavily on the sheets.
“I’m okay.”
“Are you sure?”
“It hurts but I’ll live, right?”
“Of course you will, baby,” I as-sured her and
k!$$£d her again.
“How you think she will react when she finds
out about us?” She was still worried about
Sharon.
“I don’t know and I don’t care. As long as she
doesn’t hurt you. You’re my only concern now.”
“She’ll kill me. You’re everything to her.”
I laughed. Sharon couldn’t even kill a fly if her
life depended on it. The woman had a snappy
attitude but she was harmless.
“That’s not going to happen because I won’t let
it happen. Matter of fact, she won’t step foot
back here. I can go to the airport and break
the news to her there.”
“What about the press? They’ll slander your
name. And when they find out about me…” She
was panicking.
I didn’t like seeing her scared. It made me felt
like I was not doing a good job of protecting
her and boosting her confidence. She was
about to become the wife of a billionaire.
“Baby, st©p worrying. I don’t care how much
headlines the press throw our way. Nothing
and no one is going to change the way I feel
about you. I love you.” I k!$$£d her again and
she whispered in my ear as she hvgged me, “I
love you too.”
“Do you want anything from downstairs?” I
asked her.
“A soda plea-se.”
I took the coffee cu-p downstairs and brou-ght
her up a soda. She fell asleep shortly after
drinking it.
I watched her as she sle-pt peacefully.
I went down to my office to finish some
paperwork I had to s£nd in for my company.
My computer gave me an alert that someone
had been tampering with the accounts online.
h0t blood ran throu-gh me as I looked over the
accounts. No money was taken. Money
couldn’t be taken out, but someone had gotten
close to it; too close for comfort.
I headed back upstairs, took a shower, got
dress and headed to the office. I didn’t wake
Emma, so I left a note telling her my
whereabouts and that I loved her.
I met Linda Steele at my desk. I had alerted
her about the tampering on my way to the
office.
“Does anyone have access to the accounts
other than you?” she asked.
“Of course not, Linda. What kind of CEO do you
think I am? I’ve seen many businesses all
around New York fall because of different
people having access to the company’s
account and so forth. I vowed not to make that
mistake. Ever!”
“I un-derstand, Ethan, but it’s obvious that
someone is after the money. They just don’t
know how to get behind your firewall. Did you
trace an IP address?”
“It c@m£ from my home computer.”
Linda g@sped. “Do you un-derstand what that
means?”
“Of course. The person doing the tampering is
in my house.”
I heaved a frustrated sigh as I la-id back in my
chair, ru-bbing my temple. I knew exactly who
was doing it. No questions asked, no test to
be done, no c@m£ras to be installed. It
couldn’t have been anyone else but her. I
would make certain she didn’t get away without
my wrath.
Enough people had used me and tossed me
aside after getting what they wanted, especially
women. I wouldn’t let anyone take advantage
of me and what I’ve worked so ha-rd for again.
My company was the foundation of my life
and I’d be damned if someone was going to
just walk into my life and run it to the ground.
One maid almost did that, almost, and no one
else was going to have the opportunity to it
again.

*TO BE CONTINUED