Reaching her room, Emma closed the door behind her with a sad expression on her face.
The maid was gone, which was a relief as she wanted no one to see her like that.
Emma made her way to her bathroom and decided to take a long steamy bath to calm down and pull herself together again.
Stripping down from her oversized hoodie and stepping in the filled up bath, she relaxed and closed her eyes, trying her best to get her mine off of him. She knew they were doing the right thing, and yet, it felt completely wrong.
After almost two hours, she only got out because her phone was ringing. She put a robe around her and stepping into her room. She looked around for her phone and found it under the pillow on her bed.
Picking it up, her voice changed from soft and gently, to serious and sharp "Yes?"
On the other end of the line, a man grinned when she answered "Emma! My favorite girl, when are you coming back? There's people waiting for you. You know you've got some fans here." His rough voice yet amused tone, made Emma smile a bit, Roger was one of the few that Emma actually liked to be around, after all, he taught her everything.
"I should be in by.." She looked at her watch, which stated the day as well and noticed it was saturday "Monday, I'll be there by monday."
"That's some good news! I was afraid you'd take longer than that" you could hear the smile in his voice before he continued "And what car would you like to be prepared?"
Amy chuckled "The Bugatti Veyron, Roger I thought you knew me better." She joked and heard him laugh on the other side.
"Excuse me, but you have a very moody mind. The last time you asked for the Bugatti you then took the R8 for some reason."
"That's because the men I was racing, should not know that I own a Bugatti. You know that Roger, I need to see the men before getting in the car." She explained and Roger agreed, knowing she was only being safe. After all, it wasn't everyday that a girl swoops guys' asses in illegal races.
After a while, she hung up and changed into a high waist blue short shorts and a one off shoulder beige sweater, pulling a black leather jacket on top of it and putting on her black boots. She was wearing her favorite kind of clothes, which she could thank her father for since she got this taste from him. Yet, her clothes were pretty simple, deciding to dress casual before prepping herself for the night later on, something she was sure Mary was already doing right now.
Making her way down the stairs, she entered the kitchen and greeted the Chef, then her father who was getting himself his usual morning scotch. She refrained from shaking her head and only smiled at him "Morning Dad."
He greeted her back and asked her not to yell so loud, still hangover and having no memory of yesterday's event just as she had hopped. She watched him walk out of the kitchen, the smile on her face never disappearing as she was relieved. She sat on a stool and asked for pancakes, waiting patiently.