THE BAD BOY OF MANHATTAN
Chapters 11. James, The Handsome Hellbound Bassist.

Emma shook her head while closing the door to the Bradley family library room. He pinched his throbbing forehead. Unexpressed resentment always gives him a headache. Looks like Emma has to go to the riverbank or be alone in the central park to be alone and meditate. Otherwise, he could have been exposed to high blood in the face of the child breng sek.

He intended to find the hostess and say goodbye to the woman, when he crossed paths in the corridor with two long-haired men whom he had only seen from the media.

Throat's choked. The blond man with blue eyes and a smile that is so sweet is Nathan Bradley, guitarist and vocalist Hellbound, a top metal stoner who has had a career spanning more than twenty years in the American and global music industries. Then beside Nathan, there was a tanned-haired man neatly tied with charming hazel eyes. James Howards, the bassist. He threw his smile at Emma who was still standing, digesting what was in front of her eyes.

"You must be Miss Emma Lopez" Nathan guessed kindly. "You done with Elric today? How's she? You have no trouble communicating with him?"

Suddenly his tongue was. Emma wanted to answer the questions Nathan asked her, but she could only grimace. Jesus, the two men before him were handsome and charismatic. As the saying goes about wine, get better with age, the two men, the older they get, the more handsome they look. Emma guessed that her second age might be between thirty-nine and forty.

"Hello?" Nathan moved his palms in front of Emma's face. "Miss Lopez?"

Gosh darn. Elric's right. What kind of personality teacher is he. Even meeting with celebrities alone he could not behave normally.

"Owh, I'm sorry, Mr. Bradley ... emm .. yes .. I'm done with Elric. She ... doesn't trouble me" said Emma with a thumping chest. Especially being stared at in such a way by James Howards, with his smile so charming.

"It's so nice to hear it. I hope you can guide the boy well, Miss Lopez," Nathan said expectantly.

"I'll try my best, sir (i'll do my best, sir)," said Emma. "Excuse me" she said as she walked past the two men.

Emma restrained her smile while moving her lips blurting o my god without a sound. He had just spoken to Nathan Bradley, and had a look at James Howards.

"Wow!" he mumbled half a whisper. From behind the door to the living room, Emma listened to the two men talk.

"He's Elric's teacher? So young (so young)." James's voice is heard.

"Good for Elric. He could think of her as a friend." Nathan.

"Hey, she's cute, right (she's pretty, yeah). I like her face (i like her face)." James' laughter broke.

"She's too young for you (she's too young for you)." Nathan rebukes James.

"Why really? She's old enough for me to date."

Emma opened her mouth to hear James. He could not believe the words came from a James Howards. Or maybe the guy was just joking. Don't be happy, Emma!

"Find a woman your age, Breng Sek!" Nathan cursed James.

"And failed again?" I heard James grumbling.

Emma raised her eyebrows. The girl smiled wryly. He became the talk of two famous rockstars. Just like a dream.

"You done, Miss Lopez?"

Emma jumped to hear Alya's voice that came out of nowhere. The woman stood before him with a face of astonishment.

"Owh, yes .. I'm done," replied Emma nervously.

"Can we talk for a second?" Alya took Emma to the living room. There, the beautiful Southeast Asian-faced lady invited him to sit down.

"Emm .. to be honest, Elric is indeed a very secretive child, Madam .. it takes time to make him believe me, if it is my duty to help him here." Emma answered carefully. If only he did not feel sorry for the woman in front of him who looked desperate, he had said that his son named Elric was the most annoying creature ever on earth.

Alya smiled. His face implied deep hope. "I was very happy when I found out that teacher Elric was young. Maybe it can make Elric more comfortable learning. Because your age may not be far away. Sorry, if I ask you this, Miss Lopez. How old are you?"

"Twenty-two years, ma'am," replied Emma. "I just graduated college this year" he continued.

"University?"

"Columbian. Psychology."

"Nice (excellent)," Alya pleases. "Alright, Miss Lopez .. see you tomorrow, then," she said as she moved on from her seat.

Emma nodded. "Excuse me, Mrs Bradley" he said. He then stepped out of the middle room and returned to explore the corridor of the house that is quite long towards the living room.

"Dome!"

Emma stopped her steps hearing a call from a voice that sounded a little unfamiliar. He gasped when he found James Howards by his side, smiling sweetly.

"We haven't gotten acquainted yet" James said, extending his hand. "My name is James" he said.

Emma grimacing. "I ... already know, I listen to Hellbound songs," he blushed.

"Oh, wow... nice (very good)," James said happily. "You want to go home?"

"Yeah."

"me too. How about I drive you. Where's your house?"

"Owh, I don't think it's necessary, Mr. Howards (don't bother, Mr. Howards)," Emma nervously refused. He did not expect to get an offer to hitch a ride in the car of a James Howards.

"I'm okay, if you want (i'm fine, if you want)."

Emma was really nervous about it. He scratched his non-itchy nape.

"Hi, Elric." James's voice calling Elric's name made Emma lift her head and find Elric passing in front of her in his electric automatic wheelchair. He saw the boy waving a glance at James, but his gaze was fixed on Emma while pulling the corner of his lips. Emma's eyes were round when she saw him clandestinely Elric pointing his middle finger at her.

"You're so dead (watch you)!" Emma spoke silently with the movement of her lips.

"Uuugh," muttered Elric with a contrived expression of fear.

Emma exhaled her rough breath. He gasped when he saw James standing next to him. "Maybe next time, Mr. Howards, excuse me (maybe next time, Mr. Howards, excuse me)," he said as he hurriedly passed in front of James.

"Hey, Emma! Just call me James (call me James only)!"

Emma just nodded from a distance. He disappeared behind the door to the living room. Leaving behind James who raised both of his hands while raising his shoulders.

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