Hi cutipies! How are you all? I'm here with a new chapter.

A very important chapter of this story this is friends and I'm really excited to finally reach this point.

Thanks to all those lovely friends and readers who have voted and commented like the sweethearts you are. Love you! :D

Dedicating this chapter to Had a heart to heart chat with this lovely lady Hannah.

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The whole building was eerily quite as it was meant to be after a busy office day when all the employees had left, tired and at the same time ecstatic to get to their homes - to their loved ones.

Emma walked down the corridor towards Jonathon's office. She had been in her office for more than an hour now, mentally preparing herself about what she was going to say to Jonathon. It took her all her strength to stand up from her leather chair to proceed to what must be done.

She was a little antsy about how her then good friend Jonathon who had now turned into an ultra sensitive rude guy having split personality disorder every now and then - would react. But she had to end this illusion now, this relationship couldn't go any further, that was for sure. While love should be the base of a relationship, Jonathon and her, certainly did lack at that prospect.

As she took each step near Jonathon's office, she heard faint noises coming from there. The more she went nearer, the more those noises increased. Emma scrunched her brows in confusion.

She rested a trembling hand on the door knob that seemed exceptionally cold. Was it the metal or had her skin itself felt like that at the moment?

A female voice... moaning in pleasure was mixed with Jonathon's mad grunts. Taking a shaky breath she gripped the door handle tightly and twisted it, the next moment she swung open the door. What greeted her was one of the most indecent scenes she could have ever witnessed. Her wide eyes got stuck on Jonathon's naked behind, a pair of long lean female legs wrapped around his waist.

Emma felt the need to puke, she was disgusted. Here she was worrying mindlessly over how to tell Jonathon, how to hurt him less for the sake of their friendship... and the scoundrel was busy f***ing some chick on his office desk.

She heard Jonathon's last cry of pleasure entangled with the whiny joyous sobbing of the girl beneath him. What an earth shattering orgasm!

"When am I going to be called your girlfriend babe?"

Emma heard the sultry, fake sad voice of that woman. Jonathon's wicked chuckle followed by. "Soon maybe, after I'm done with Emma. I've a long way to go with her."

"That slut. When are you going to tire of her?" The woman's voice got a little high pitched, she got the response of Jonathon yanking her hair suddenly in a tight grip.

"That's none of your business, be happy with the promotion I've promised you. Besides, for your kind information I haven't f***ed that bitch yet... "

An extra sugary giggle cut in. "Darling! Why looking elsewhere when you're getting that f***ing here whenever you want."

Jonathon didn't answer but smirked as he leisurely leaned down and placed a rough kiss on her throat which earned him a muffled squeal.

Emma didn't know what to feel right now after listening to this conversation. It was certainly a moment of epiphany, an epiphany - that was long due.

My God! She couldn't believe she had been so blind, so ignorant, so foolish. Here she had been pushing Brandan away every damn time he wanted to be near her, but for what... for whom? For this excuse of a man who was now wrapped around some bimbo in the most intimate way possible while pounding away inside her upon his office desk! Emma shook her head in exasperation, she had undoubtedly over respected her relationship with Jonathon unnecessarily. It seemed like he had been busy practicing his f***ing skills with all the available sluts all these time during their time together as well.

"Besides f***ing that woman, I yet have to accomplish her fifty percent shares of her father's company. Foolish woman doesn't seem to remember that she's still the owner of those shares, an heiress she still is. She was a jackpot that entered this office of mine six years ago."

Her purse fell down from her immobilized hand making a loud thudding sound which overpowered the pleasureful noises the other two lovers were making in the room in between their very secretive discussions.

Jonathon turned around still in between those long legs, the out of the world shock was evident on his face by the sight of Emma standing at the open door, her hand still gripping the door knob in a tight grip.

Jonathon gasped. "Em... Emma!!"

He croaked out her name while stammering terribly. Immediately, like a lightening had struck on his head, he jumped away from the girl lying on his desk - naked as the day she was born minus the innocence. As she slowly raised her head Emma finally got to see her face. It was none other than Tessa, Jonathon's personal secretary.

All those times when Emma had caught Tessa coming out of Jonathon's office flushed and roughed up rewinded in her mind.

That blind she had been?

Suddenly Emma crashed back to the reality as Jonathon pulled up the zipper of his pants, Emma blinked and looked away as Tessa quickly hid behind Jonathon's desk to cover her bare self. Emma didn't know if she wanted to laugh or cry... Her mind was spinning for all the sudden blast of information she received at once.

"Please, don't stop on my account." Her voice was colder than ice as she walked away bolting the door shut behind her. After a few seconds she heard the door banging open and loud footsteps approaching her. She quickened her footsteps but Jonathon was quicker, soon Emma found a tight grip on her elbow and gasped as she was yanked back with force.

"What the..."

Jonathon had this helpless look on his face, such a great actor he was. "Let me just explain."

A hollow laugh escaped her lips at that. "Explain? Explain!"

Her eyes still held the shock and hurt, but her voice was impassive. "Do you really think there's anything left to explain after that little show of yours back in there? I have seen and clearly heard everything, every damned thing."

Jonathon gulped, he was nervous and caught off guard for sure but soon that changed into anger and annoyance. "You aren't that innocent yourself, Emma. Before accusing me, you should think about that."

Emma scrunched her brows in confusion. "I have no time for your nonsense, Jonathon."

"Oh right." Jonathon sneered. "You don't have that much time for my nonsense but you surely do have enough time to f*** Brandan. Tell me, how does it really feel like to be his slut, to be his dirty, little wh***? Be my wh***, baby and I'll please you more than him."

Emma was shocked at Jonathon's crude words. Hidden behind the handsomely features, good boy looks and sweet words was a monster, all this time. She had clearly built up walls around her heart to protect it from the wrong person, while the person she needed to protect it from was unsuspectingly laying a trawl around her and was closing in - with slow, deliberate movements.

A loud smack echoed through the empty corridors of the building. There was a hollow like silence for a whole minute before Jonathon touched his cheek with his fingers unbelievingly which was now stinging and flushed red by the ferocity of the slap . His eyes were getting redder by second for the fury was building up beyond a limit that marks one's sanity.

"I am glad I don't love you, that I haven't fallen for such a scoundrel like you. I am glad for the decision I made to break up with your sorry a**. But what hurts the most is that I have thought that you were my friend, that I trusted you, that I thought you respected me while you were just trying to use me for what? My shares in my father's company! To add another notch to your bedpost, rip me off from not only what I forgot that I rightfully own but also from my dignity."

She shook her head in exasperation.

"What a big mistake I've made!"

Jonathon cut in abruptly. "No. The mistake is actually mine."

He ran a hand messily through his already disheveled hair. "It would have been better actually if I haven't been so patient for six long years. The prize clearly would have been more delicious if I had approached you with a different, more persistent way, a quicker way."

An evil smile played on his lips while Emma listened stupefied.

"I should have taken you on my office desk just like I had taken Tessa back there."

Gritting her teeth Emma tried pushing Jonathon away who had pressed his body closer to her than before, but her actions made him only to tighten his grip on her shoulders as if her struggle was just inspiring him even more. "Being a gentleman to you, was such a mistake, my sweet... sweet Emma."

He pressed his lips on her earlobe. "Such a waste of time."

"Let me go you freak!" There was a faint hint of fear in her voice now, how could she have mistaken to see his real face behind the facade, how could she have missed it?

Jonathon didn't give a ear to her as he engulfed her in a forceful bear hug, his fingers tangled in her hair, gripping her hair tight as he suddenly yanked her head back.

Gasping in sudden pain Emma looked at Jonathon's darkened eyes in panic.

"But not anymore." He hissed in a low, dangerous murmur.

"No more mistakes. No more wasting any precious time. I will see to it that I get everything I want from you. I will make everything right."

It didn't take long for Emma to understand the meaning of his words. She struggled in futile to get away from him only to find herself slammed back on the hard wall painfully.

"Nooo... don't..." She shrieked for the fear of what was surely going to happen. Her throat went dry in the possibility for what couldn't be stopped now.

Emma squirmed in his vice like grip as he pressed a wet kiss on her collar bone, his lips slowly followed her skin upwards... her throat... her chin. He stopped just an inch away from her lips to slowly raise his head and look at her. Pending victory shone in his eyes as his one hand disappeared under her shirt. By then Emma was crying hysterically, flailing but succeeding as much as a rag doll could.

"I know you like it rough. Don't you?" His voice soft, coated with humor.

"F*** you!!" Emma screamed with all the hatred she possessed for the man.

He smiled, lazily as his eyes shone with crazy lust under the light in the long corridor. "No honey. It's actually going to be the other way round."

Jonathon was slowly bending down, his lips caught hers in a punishing kiss. Emma whimpered in protest. He could taste her tears and it brought him a psychotic kind of pleasure.

"And after this I'm going to take you to a long trip." He said against her lips before biting down on them as if intending to tear them apart, as if after the taste of her tears he wanted to taste her blood. And blood was what he tasted.

Emma was devastated, bile rose in her throat in utter disgust. At that moment of complete helplessness she took Brandan's name in her mind. Thoughts of him, the moments sour and sweet spent with him, played in her mind. It was like her brain's own way of defense, the emotions she had for Brandan, the feelings that always arose in her heart and soul thinking about only him were stronger than any feeling of weakness, hatred... or misery.

Suddenly Jonathon was ripped off of Emma's body and thrown to the floor harshly. Emma's trembling form slid down the wall and onto the floor. She looked up and saw the face that was flashing in her mind a while back. She saw Brandan's thunderous gaze digging a hole in Jonathon's face who looked rather annoyed at the interruption.

Even Emma shivered in fear when Brandan's booming voice echoed down the empty building. "Molesting my woman is the worst mistake you have made in your life, you bas****."

Jonathon snickered nonchalantly, maybe forgetting the fact that he was still half sitting - half lying on the floor while Brandan was grabbing his collars in tight fists. The situation was hardly in Jonathon's favor.

"Well, you shouldn't call me a bastard when you have your very own bastards back home."

Emma gaped. If she thought that Brandan's face was thunderous before, she didn't know what to call it now for the darkness looming in his eyes made him look like anything but human. The amount of fury, the aura of rage hit her in waves.

At that moment, Jonathon gulped probably sensing that he had crossed all lines, or probably the hellish glare Brandan had on him that almost branded his soul, had unnerved him.

Unlike last time Brandan's voice was cold this time, dangerously cold and slow - like he was a demon risen from the hell's deepest pit, like he was washed void of any emotions after being tormented for an eternity.

"Looks like you have a death wish."

Emma had seen many sides of Brandan before but never had she ever seen this scary side of him in her entire lifetime, it made her soul shake with fear. But there was also some anticipation of something carnal there too, Emma admitted to herself.

After that what happened actually, Emma wasn't quite sure. She swore she heard Jonathon's screaming in the kind of pain that was unearthly. She was getting dizzy herself too, might be the exhaustion of the happenings and revelations stored for her in such a short span of time this night. Or probably it was the exhibition of Brandan's dark side that pushed her closer to the edge of near unconsciousness.

Soon Jonnthon's body was lying in a bloody puddle in one corner. Emma stared at Brandan through half closed eyes, apparently Brandan wasn't done yet... actually he was far from done at that moment.

Emma feared that Brandan would kill Jonathon as she watched him delivering blow after blow on the person who was already passed out cold, she sucked in a weak breath or maybe - God forbid - he was already dead.

No. she couldn't bear to see Brandan tossed behind the bars and being rotten there for a lifetime.

"B...Brandan." She choked out his name.

He didn't hear her at first but Emma called for him again, this time a little louder. Brandan snapped his head at her direction, though he looked at her directly she guessed he hadn't still noticed her in his dark haze of vengeance regarding the fact that his nostrils were still flaring... evaporating the invisible steam of the bubbling rage inside.

But soon, she could see his anger subsiding. He was coming back to his senses. Emma couldn't help but smile a little at that, her eyes were still droopy and half closed.

In three long strides Brandan was in front of her knelt on the ground. His warmth comforting her, surrounding her and melting her heart into a gooey mush as he wrapped her upper body properly with his jacket. The next moment she was swiftly lifted up from the ground and scooped in his arms.

She rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, she felt him striding out of the building. She heard the sounds of some worried people - might be some security guys or cops. Brandan was saying something or accurately - thundering and sneering at them but she kept her eyes closed not bothering to look or know about anything anymore.

For the first time she left everything to be taken care of by Brandan, she let him do whatever he wanted to do. She was past fearing the inevitable to happen, she was fed up of running away from her past, from what her heart desired, from her fate, from love... from Brandan.

She drifted off to a dreamless sleep inhaling the intoxicating scent of the person that held her so securely in his arms. She was in a peaceful turmoil, she knew this turmoil was meant to be... and all the old emotions deeply buried and guarded inside resurfaced again like a long sealed dam had broken.

She felt a soft yet possessive kiss being landed on her forehead and then on her lips. It felt like he was promising her of something, like he was determined about fulfilling this promise when she would wake up and she knew she couldn't stop him... not that she would want to anymore.

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Well no, I'm not done with Jonathon yet. And also no, Brandan and Emma's story doesn't end here, we've a little more to go. Not to forget Evan hasn't still made his grand entrance. Have you thought about what Emma's reaction will be while facing her brother after all this years? Would it affect Brandan and Emma's current progress in the story?

They've already suffered so much in You're Still The One. What if the author (winks) want's to make them suffer a little bit more? Will the author be dead by the hands of her readers? Or will she somehow manage to run away?

And last but not the least, please don't forget to hit the vote button like you hit the horn of your car. Post a comment or as many as you like - pouring your heart out like you would do to your close friend. I love to hear from you guys and most importantly... I love you guys.

Lots of love, hugs and kisses.

- Lara.

p.s: Don't forget about the lullaby I'll be singing, please try not to slap me off like a mosquito! Lara would appreciate that. :)

Elliver fans, please don't throw tomatoes for they were invisible in this chapter.

**Vocabulary**

Oliver + Elli = Elliver

Brandan + Emma = Emandan / Emrandan ??? !!! (Scratches head. Please help, this is kinda weird :P )