What was Carter to do when Emma showed up at his house, in tears clutching her son, who was only eight months old begging for him to let her in? Carter was told to never speak to her, and yet, here she stood pleading. Carter lived by a bro code, but could he seriously send her away? Carter. I wanted to send her away. I should be sending her away. But this was Emma. Emma wasn’t some whore that he’d picked up at the bar. She was his best friends ex. And someone he was supposed to hate... moreWhat was Carter to do when Emma showed up at his house, in tears clutching her son, who was only eight months old begging for him to let her in? Carter was told to never speak to her, and yet, here she stood pleading. Carter lived by a bro code, but could he seriously send her away? Carter. I wanted to send her away. I should be sending her away. But this was Emma. Emma wasn’t some whore that he’d picked up at the bar. She was his best friends ex. And someone he was supposed to hate. Or at least, I thought I could. Emma. Owen was a bad idea. I knew the moment I met him. But I stayed and I regretted it. And now I was paying the price. And I have nowhere to go. I can only hope that Carter was more giving than Owen ever was. Emma had people following her and she knew why. They were out for Owen but because Owen had no money, they were after her. She couldn’t go home and she couldn’t go to Owen. So, she went to who she hoped she could trust. She ran to Carter. It had been a long time since she saw him and old feelings were starting to bloom. But was it good to run to another man? And one that was friends with your terrible ex? less
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