ASTON'S POV:
Sweating with fierce she tried her best but couldn't aim right. The bow needs to be held right. She doesn't know how to hold it. After seeing her disappointed face, she didn't look at me as she was ignoring my contact. My poor Emma, I'd love to teach you aim your best shot. She raised her scrunched eyes, I smirked to tease her. There it was, her blood boiling, frowned as if she was going to kill me.
The red-haired guy reached her, I recognized him, my fellow, Smith Jasper narcissist who loves playing with people. My chest got heavy, in case he tries to play games with Emma. I held the bow and drew the string.
"Aston bro, you are going to tease me again with your shots! You don't even need to play it. I don't know how you aim at.."
Sharp, clacking sound came when my arrow hit the red spot in the centre.
"Woah! You always surprise me!" said John and Smith Jasper clapped from far whereas I found Emma appalled, gazing just like a bull stares at his favourite red cloth but with a little vexation. Smith came towards me.
"Aston, again! Try being my match" Smith said proudly. I nodded.
He always likes to challenge me but its not my fault that he loses too. Emma made her way to the seating, I wonder if she is going out already? Smith stood beside me and we both drew the string.
"A bet! Let's bet before you release the arrow!" John whined loudly.
"Sure thing John!" said Smith. His eyes seem wicked, trying his best to think what to bet on. He came close to me,
"If I hit the red spot, I'll date that hot girl" said Smith pointing towards Emma! She was innocently sipping her margarita and carried the bag around her sleek shoulders and stood there watching us. I knew Smith had rubbish intentions for her. My cheeks were flaming extensively. I slightly smirked at him to keep my pace.
"What if you don't hit the red spot?" I replied him.
"Then she's yours!" said Smith. I slightly laughed at him. She was always mine since the day she walked into Boston. We drew the strings again. This time, my hands jerked, just for that shrewd bet. Perplexed on that what-if?
Suddenly, we released the strings. The intensity of my arrow felt like I was standing over a rope and could walk properly but scared to see what's beneath it. My arrow whammed hardly right in between the red circle whereas Smith's aim was outside the red circle. I was relieved.
I looked at Smith, it looked like his soufflé has just collapsed, he clenched his jaw and took a long breath as if repairing his ego which just got crushed deep down his own feets. I placed my bow in the container that was hanging behind me and saw Emma, troding her way down the stairs, eyes locked with mine, I could sense her vanity flattering as if I just raised her spirits after challenging Smith. She reached me, attentively staring, raised her hand and suddenly dabbed her middle finger slightly against my chest.
"Not bad!" Emma said then slided her finger densely away, rendering away my pumped beefiness. Her delicate and floral scent held me captive and her curly hair wavered with dignity as she turned around and made her way out of here. So sudden that it was hard believing what just happened, leaving me speechless. I wanted to chain her hands up proudly. I turned back to Smith.
"You don't deserve her!" I said and walked out of the gymnasium.
After a challenging day, I reached my home. Always so quiet and peaceful.
*Phone Ringing*
I frowned, Mr. Griffin was calling me.
"Hello"
"Mr. Aston, I wanted to remind you, you have only three days left to sign the offer that your father suggested." said Mr. Griffin.
"I'm aware of that! Thankyou for reminding."
"Great, Sir!"
I turned off the call and lied on bed with the rush of thoughts. I knew I have to sign them no matter what happens, I have no choice but I keep delaying it. Well, three days are still left. I thought to take my time and get comfortable with my decision. In no time, Emma crashed my thoughts. I decided to text her.
'Get ready at 6 am tomorrow! I'll pick you up'
After sending the text, I felt it was too straight.
'Why?' she replied.
Ofcourse, she needs full explanation. I'll tell you tomorrow.
'See you tomorrow!' I said and turned off my phone. I hope she gets ready or I'll be waiting outside her house. Not an issue for me as I have to already leave for my shooting tomorrow.
She slided her hand down my chest, tied her hair high up in a pony tail, radiating electric waves inside me and kissed my dragon, which was standing erect after seeing her, my soul left my body with each of her kisses. Her pulpy lips entangled around my dragon. I moaned with eternal pleasure she made me feel while sucking it.
"Fuck!" I screamed after seeing a wet dream with Emma, resulting in my release. She really have nerve to make me cum, it was expanded in huge scales over my trousers, made me all messy. I took a cold shower, removed each of the thin hair that has grown over my chin.
"Splendid!" I said after shaving my face, glowing perfectly.
I reached Emma's house in five minutes before six in the early morning. I turned on my phone, Emma texted me last night.
'If you are not telling me now, I'm not getting up for tomorrow!'
Let's see if her heart agrees with her words.
The fresh breeze was swindling in air. The day dawned crisp and radiant which I encountered after a while. Her entrance door seem void as I kept staring at it, my heartbeat kept rising each time I looked at the door hoping to see her sight soon. She will come, my instinct don't lie. It was six past two now.
Suddenly, the door opened. Flourishing her innocence with her pure incarnation and litting up my balmy eyes. White snickers, black fitted leggings and a white top. Her body is crafted with perfect curves one could desire for. I noticed, she tied her hair in a bun, I could sniff her neck easily like this. I brought myself out of my obscene thoughts. I could sense rage in her tread as she came towards my car.
"Where do you want to take me this early morning?" said Emma with anger in her eyes after sitting in my car.
"Are you telling me you are not an early bird?"
"As you can see, I'm not!" Emma screeched and then yawned. Her face seems like a new born's, pale and strawberry, her wavy flicks were messing with her swelled almond eyes and long ravishing neck was quite visible for me to skip a beat.
She glared me, her lips almost pouted. I recalled my dream and it aroused me. I geared the car and raced it.
"You need some teaching to aim right! I'll be your personal trainer today" I said to her while looking straight.
"Are we going to play archery six in the morning? And isn't 'PERSONAL TRAINER' a bit filthy word" said Emma loudly with flat eyebrows. Don't test my patience, you have no idea how much indecent you make me already.
"Okay, then trainer it is only" I said sternly for she could get ease as she is annoyed at me for waking her up so early. The air turned serene. She was quiet.
"I always wanted to learn archery and aim just in the red area but I never got to know how to use it." said Emma. After a while, she finally uttered, her words were light and no longer fierce.
"Reason is that, you can't hold the string right!" She rolled her eyes as if I accused her.
"If you were aware, couldn't you make me hold it accurately yesterday?" said Emma.
"I'm going to, now!"
We reached the farmhouse after a long drive. Grass was greener and trees were swaying. Emma's heartful eyes kept staring at the beauty of nature and I couldn't stop gazing her sight. We slowly walked towards the warehouse over the raw enliven grass on our path.
"What place is it? It's... beautiful!" said Emma. I looked at her appealing vision.
"Yes, beautiful!" She was still lost in gazing around.
"Is this a private property? I see no one around even from far!" said Emma.
"Becuase no one is out here yet." Emma's eyes widened as she looked at me after my words.
"What do you mean?" said Emma.
We reached the warehouse. I traced my thumb over the sensor to open the metal door.
"Good Morning Mr. Aston and Miss..." said Sara after the door opened, standing just in front.
"Emma!" said Emma and passed a light smile to Sara. I admire her decency but never she treats me alike. Her eyes seem baffled.
Sara came towards me and passed me the tactical gloves and the shooting glasses.
I wore the glasses, when Emma was all puzzled trying to get a sense out of the situation, gazing around the warehouse and the stand filled with firearms. Have a little more patience, love!
"May I?" said Sara when I had to clip the back of my glasses. I turned around when she tied my glasses and glimpsed at Emma. Her face seem anxious, one eyebrow slightly raised. Are you jealous?
TO BE CONTINUED...