The name of that bitch cut through her lust addled brain enough for her to turn her head as his phone continued to ring. On the screen was a picture of Ashley, smiling away with her arm around Eric.

Ashley was calling her son. In an instant it hit her that it had been her, not Rob, Eric had been talking to. That's why he had seemed like he was lying.

"Forget her! Get your revenge on her by fucking him!"

"Stop!" Emma's rage at the bitch that broke her son's heart cut through the spell of the pendant and she pushed Eric hard enough to get him off of her and break the contact with the pendant.

Emma continued to push him as she sat up, and dazed from the confusion caused by the necklace, Eric fell awkwardly back onto the couch. She quickly stood and turned her back, reconnecting her bra and pulling her shirt up over it.

The phone had stopped ringing and turning back to Eric she saw he was staring down at his exposed cock, his eyes wide as if he had no idea what was going on.

“Holy shit!" He called out and shoved his rapidly deflating cock into his jeans.

“What...what just happened?" "Nothing happened." Emma had put her back to him and tried to sound calm.

"I just came in the room and you were laying there just hanging out."

"T ..ho, we were talking and..."

"That was an hour ago. After we talked I went upstairs and then I came back down and you were asleep like this."

"That's..." She had turned to face him and saw him shaking his head and pointing at the cable box.

"But an hour hasn't gone by and...

"Why the fuck is that whore calling you?" Emma demanded.

"What are you talking about?"

Emma grabbed his phone before he could and showed him the missed call.

"Ashley!"

"I don't know!" He looked more panicked now than he had when he saw his cock exposed.

"Don't fucking lie to me!" Emma stepped back as he reached for the phone and quickly thumbed his recent calls.

“You were talking to her when I came home! And last night and yesterday afternoon!"

Emma disgustedly tossed the phone onto the couch.

“Why are you talking to that fucking pig?"

“She...she called me a couple days ago and asked me to call her.”

“and you did?"

“She said she missed me and wanted to talk to me."

“Why the hell would you speak to her after what she did to you?"

Emma's temples were pounding and it was struggle not to start screaming at him.

“Because I missed her too," he told her.

"I know I shouldn't. I know I should hate her and want nothing to do with her, but she was crying on the message.”

“Big crocodile tears from a spoiled rotten little girl who's gotten everything she's wanted her whole life. Including any cock she wanted to fuck while she strung you along.”