Adam's POV After finding out the conditions Emma was living in, I lost it. I made a couple of calls and then headed straight to my chubby girl's café. The moment I walked in, a delicious vanilla scent wrapped around me. I went straight to the kitchen without waiting for anyone to stop me. I knew no one would. Emma had no employees. She was everything. The accountant, the boss, the waitress, the baker. Everything. I stopped at the doorway. There she was, wearing a proper chef's uniform, dressed in white like a professional, her little hat fitting her perfectly. She was pulling pancakes out of the oven. The smell was incredible. I didn't even like sweets that much, but those smelled dangerously good. I waited until she set the tray down on the steel table before speaking. Even though I tried to be gentle, I startled her. "Smells amazing," I said. "Are you going to let me try one?" She jumped. "Oh! Mr. Keller, you scared me!" "Sorry, Emma. That wasn't my intention." "W

Adam's POV After thinking about how I would tell Emma about her condition, it occurred to me that if I helped her with her treatment, she might feel grateful enough to finally give in to my charms. It was worth trying. After all, she had kissed me back. And the way she did it… that tongue was incredible. - Emma's POV I didn't know what happened. Everything suddenly started spinning. But what was wrong with Adam? He kissed me, and that thing down there was… God. 'Could it be that he likes me? 'No, Emma. A man like him would never like someone like you. He's probably just playing with you, trying to prove to his brothers that he can get the fat girl too. It's happened before. Why wouldn't it happen again? 'Too bad he kisses so well.' After he left, I spent the rest of the day and night at my shop. I just hoped he hadn't changed his mind about the apartment. I really needed a better place to sleep. And I needed to cook. I couldn't keep living on instant soup or I really wo

Emma's POV Today was exhausting and full of surprises. Between organizing the opening of my café bakery, the hospital visit, my diagnosis and consultation, lunch with Adam, and meeting Andrea, by the time we arrived at the apartment all I wanted to do was sleep. When we reached the neighborhood, I was surprised by the style of the buildings. It was clearly a residential area. As soon as we walked inside the apartment, I froze. Everything was white, with navy blue details in the vases, paintings, and tables. The bed was king-size, and right in front of it was a huge mirror. I didn't like mirrors, and even less one facing the bed. But everything else about the place was perfect. The kitchen was spacious. The furniture was all mahogany. There was a beautiful office surrounded by bookshelves covering every wall, and the smell of old pages was comforting. There were other spaces too, a small greenhouse and a mini garden with a tea table. How much would the rent for a place like th

Adam's POV After barely sleeping at all because I couldn't stop thinking about Emma, morning finally caught up with me. I showered, got dressed, and put extra care into my grooming routine. I needed to look and smell impeccable. Today was the grand opening of my Emma's café-pastry shop. "Good morning, handsome." "Good morning, Andrea." "Where are you going all dressed up?" "Didn't I tell you? Emma is opening her café-pastry shop today, and I'm going to the opening." "Are you coming with me?" "Perfect. I'll hurry up and get ready so I look decent." Andrea ran upstairs, clearly excited. I was too. - Emma's POV After that restless night, I got up to get ready, only to realize I had nothing to wear. I showered, then went to my pastry shop. My suitcases were still there. The opening was two hours away, so I grabbed them, took them to the apartment, and changed. I put on a loose white silk dress with short sleeves that fell mid-thigh and had an open back. I slipped in

Emma's POV Keller went too far. I appreciated the flowers and all the help, but this whole show of being my fiancé and his jealousy scene was too much. I should have corrected him. I really should have. But remembering how Aaron's and Ashton's parents rejected me stopped me. Let them see that at least one person in the world had committed to this fat girl, even if it was all Adam's invention. I'd figure out later how to deny it or say the so-called engagement had been canceled. "No one else sends me flowers, Adam." "Don't you think you're being a little jealous?" Aaron said, glaring at Adam, who still hadn't let go of me. His arms were tight around my waist, his chin resting against my neck. "Jealous and possessive, yes," Adam replied calmly. "I am. And I have every right to be. Emma will soon be Mrs. Keller, the wife of the CEO of Keller Enterprises. I have to make sure no random guy gets close enough to try to take her from me." "Keller?" Ashton asked sharply. "You m