Her Possessive Guard Book 3

Emily threw her phone on the covers of her bed. It bounced once and then lay still.

She was pissed.

Parker hadn’t been answering her calls for the past hour. He was still monkeying around with the football team, hours after their practice session had ended.

Emily prided herself on not being the nagging and needy girlfriend, but this was taking things too far.

Parker had promised to be early today because she really didn’t want to be late for the musical this evening that began in exactly an hour.

Emily was a theater buff. She had saved up for three entire months so she could get not one but two tickets for the musical.

She had wanted to spend time with Parker. With all the running around due to the midterm exams, they hadn’t gone out for a long time.

She had wanted today to be special, just the two of them, but it looked like Parker had other plans.

Emily turned to the mirror. She had made an effort today. Her hair was curled up in a loose bun at the back of her head and showcased her slim neck.

She wore a sleeveless navy blue dress with a sweetheart neckline that showed off her curves and completed the outfit with a pair of black sandals with high heels.

Her makeup was minimal and consisted of a tinge of blush on her cheeks, eyeliner that highlighted her olive green eyes, and a dab of lip gloss on her full lips.

She wrung her hands while she stared at her reflection.

This was the second time Parker had stood her up. The last time was when they had decided to go to his house to celebrate Thanksgiving with his family. More like with his uncle and guardian, Gage.

Parker was an only child. His parents owned a company in Greece and lived there most of the time.

Since they couldn’t be around that much for Parker, they had sent him to America to live with his mom’s younger brother.

He and Emily had met in college. She had been pursuing her medical degree at MSU and was in her second year while Parker was a third-year student.

She was an orphan and had grown up under the care of her housekeeper, who had chosen to look after her after she lost her dad to cancer. Her mom hadn’t survived giving birth to her.

After six months of knowing each other, Parker had asked her out, and they’d begun dating.

They had been together for a year now. Emily still remembered her first kiss with him and the night she lost her virginity.

It had been their eight-month anniversary. Parker had taken her out for dinner that day and told her that he loved her. Emily had felt like the luckiest girl.

He’d dropped her off at home that evening. But when he’d kissed her goodnight, they’d suddenly found themselves inside her dorm room, tearing each other’s clothes off.

They had slept together that night, and Emily couldn’t help feeling that everything had turned out perfect for them.

She glanced at her phone again, willing it to ring, but it didn’t.

She couldn’t believe Parker could be so inconsiderate.

She had called him before starting to get ready to remind him to be there on time, but he’d told her off by saying that she was acting like his mom and was getting on his nerves.

Emily had been hurt, but she’d excused him, thinking he was just tired and needed a bit of time to relax with the guys.

The minutes ticked by, and Emily tried calling Parker a few more times, but he didn’t answer.

The show would begin soon, and she was sure the theater would be full today. She was starting to get frustrated when her phone rang.

Startled, she grabbed it, expecting Parker’s face to flash on the screen, but it wasn’t him.

Her hopes were shot down.

Trying to keep calm, she took a deep breath and answered the call. “Hello?”

“Emily?”

She had heard that voice before.

“Who is this?” she asked.

“It is Gage.”

Emily stared at the floor in confusion. Why was Gage calling her? Where the hell was Parker?