Chapter 41: Trish and Emma
"Haah! ... I can't believe I got drunk and ended up in bed with him," Emma muttered to herself, covering her face as she thought about her activities from the previous night. Her face turned even redder as she recalled how gentle and sweet Dave had been.
"But... he was quite gentle and sweet," she whispered, her embarrassment mixing with the warmth of the memory. "Maybe... it's actually nice to be in a relationship," Emma thought to herself, feeling conflicted but oddly content.
As she was deep in thought, she lifted her head to see Dave emerging, holding a tray. "Here, you should rest in bed for now," Dave said kindly as he placed the food in front of her.
Emma looked at the tray, surprised to see toast, eggs, and milk. "This...?" she asked, looking up at him.
"Well, you might feel some discomfort if you try to move too much, so I thought you should have breakfast in bed," Dave explained with a smile.
Emma smiled back softly, appreciating the gesture. She felt a sense of warmth and care she hadn't expected, and nodded. "Thank you... Dave," she said, feeling more at ease as she dug into the breakfast, realizing she was more satisfied than she had anticipated.
"It's okay , I can do this much for my girlfriend" Dave smiled and said a Emma nodded.
"I'm going to the washroom. You eat in comfort," Dave said as he left the room, leaving Emma to her thoughts.
Moments later, Diana stormed in, crossing her arms with a cold expression. "Why did you seduce him? What do you want from him?" she demanded, her voice sharp, like an angry cat ready to pounce.
Emma raised her head, an eyebrow arching slightly before a sly smile tugged at her lips. "Jealous?" she asked playfully.
"W-what? Who's jealous?!" Diana stuttered, her face flushing with anger and embarrassment. "I just want to make sure Dave doesn't get smitten by a slut like you!" she pointed accusingly, her voice laced with frustration.