Confront Emily

Stepping out from behind the tree, you saw Emily facing away from you, apparently having some idea as to where you went as she glanced behind a tree.

Even looking at her, a pained feeling bloomed inside of you, but now it was accompanied by a second feeling: one of possessiveness.

You stalked towards your prey, broken flashes of memories filling your head as you grabbed Emily's shoulder, spinning her around as you found her lips, pushing her body back against the tree she was looking behind.

Her looped around your neck for just a moment as her body pressed against you before she tensed up, seemingly remembering where she was as she shoved against you, a thin line of saliva still connecting your lips a second longer before it fell to the ground, frozen.

"What the hell Mike!" Emily growled, a familiar fire in her eyes.

"Aww, don't be like that my little rice bunny." You whispered, Emily blushing, and her anger vanishing at her pet name, "I still remember how you operate. You act like a bitch because you just want someone to fight back, to put you in your place, to dominate you..." You trailed off as you whispered into her ear, the blush spreading across her cheeks.

"Does Matt know he's nothing more than a rebound guy?" You asked as Emily seemed to remember her now boyfriend, slightly withdrawing from you.

"No, I mean, he's not a rebound, I like Matt." Emily refuted, more to herself than you though.

"Really, since when you you have a thing for 'nice guys'? You prefer an Alpha, I bet when he tried to break up our fight earlier, you were just waiting for him to tell me off, to say he's your boyfriend, and I'm the guy who let you get away." You said.

"Not true, he's great in bed, best I've ever had!" Emily bit out.

"Really, I figured he'd be the type to be on bottom, to let you ride him. I bet he's never even tried to pin you against a wall when he kisses you, or drag you into a changing booth at the mall for a quickie, and he'd certainly never consider sneaking off with you when you had a boyfriend like this. But I'm not Matt, I'm me, and I know what I want, I take what I want." You growled into Em's ear, as she flushed.

"What about Jessica?" Em whispered, and you could see the glimmer of hope in her eyes...

But she'd hurt you, and turnabout is fair play.