Adam's POV The look on my Emma's face softened with a sweetness and surprise I hadn't expected. "I'm glad you're interested in Amme and everything related to her. If she gives me permission, of course I'll tell you more about our relationship. Until then, you can investigate on your own. After all, I still think you're not the kind of man I want for my little sister." "What? So you're not going to tell me anything about Amme?" "Of course not." She said it without hesitation. "She hasn't told me she's interested in you, so I'm not going to give you private information about my sister until I know what kind of relationship she's willing to have with you. Sorry if you see her as a sure thing, but Amme is not as easy as you imagine." Wow. Getting information out of my Emma clearly wasn't going to be easy. "Fine… then I'll ask her directly." "That's for the best, Keller." "Can I stay tonight?" "Of course not." "But…" "I know. I know you come here because this is yo

Adam's POV Why was Emma taking so long to open the door? Who could it be? I was starting to lose my patience. I walked toward the door. I had a key to the office, so I could open it and step out whenever I wanted. That was exactly what I was about to do when, a few seconds later, the front door opened and I heard footsteps. From the sound, I guessed it was a woman. Who could it be? From in here, I could barely hear anything, and if they were speaking softly, it was impossible. Emma's POV I looked through the peephole, and there she was. Beautiful and flawless as always. Amme. How had she gotten here? I would ask her later. Right now, I couldn't leave her outside. It was late, and she was my twin. Besides, if she was really going to marry Keller, sooner or later she would find out about this place. "Amme…" "Hey, beautiful!" She kissed me on both cheeks and on my forehead, then looked at me with a pout. "Are you going to leave me standing out here?" "Of course n

Emma's POV"What does what you're asking have to do with the dinner?" Amme was saying strange things, and her expression had shifted from irritated to amused. Her face had always been expressive, she could never hide what she felt. This time was no exception. "Well… you see, Emma. The dinner was a disaster because the Kellers were absolutely delighted with me, as expected. However, when Adam Keller showed up, the situation became extremely uncomfortable. Actually, uncomfortable isn't the word. It was… terribly unpleasant." "What? But… why? That's not what… that's not what I imagined would happen." I said the last part after catching Amme's accusing look, trying to fix my slip almost the second I made it. "Well… the man didn't even look like he wanted to be there. He seemed annoyed and irritated, and on top of that, he's not interested in getting married. He made that very clear. Just like I did." "What? But… but…" "But what, Emma? You sound like you know something I don'

"Well, it's late, Emma. I have to go. I'll stop by our parents' house, and tomorrow I'll travel back. I was planning to stay a few more days, but if I do, they'll lock me up and force me to marry one of the Kellers, and I'm not letting that happen. Ha ha ha." "It's okay, Amme. I love you. Don't forget that. And if you need anything from me, anything at all, let me help you. Just tell me." "Don't doubt it, Emma. You're the best sister I've ever had. You always will be." We hugged, and then Amme left. A few minutes later, I felt unbearably alone. I felt like the most selfish woman in the world. She would go back to her life. She came here for me, and I didn't even ask if she needed anything. If I could help her with something. I sat down on the couch and started to cry, feeling miserable. Miserable because of how I looked. Because of the way my parents treated me. Because of people's contempt. Because I couldn't be free. Because I couldn't be there for Amme when she might need

I had never met a woman who turned me on the way Emma did. Women excited me, yes, but Emma could do it in seconds. I kissed her forehead before leaving. Seeing her so fragile and sensitive stirred something tender in me. Thinking about that fragility made me remember that tomorrow I needed to call the doctor to check whether she was following her treatment properly. I didn't want the future mother of my children getting sick. What the hell did I just think? I wasn't going to marry Emma. Spending so much time with the Smiths and listening to nonstop talk about marriage was clearly messing with my head. I didn't want to leave Emma alone, but I had to go. I needed space to cool down. I left Emma's apartment and went straight home. I had two options. Go home, take a shower, and handle things myself, or call one of my usual women and let them do it. I chose the second option. Something was changing in me. Ever since I made it my goal to take Emma's virginity and then get her i