Broken Hearts. Mended Lives Chapter 18 Alt POV Slight R-18

A soft thump rang out as Emma Frost dropped a pile of thick files on stock and equity acquisitions Frost Industries had collected from other companies in the last few days.

She opened up a file and even though signing her name dozens of times on various forms in signing over stock portfolios and certain assets being transferred into her name or the Frost Industries name was tedious.

But who could hate writing their name to accept millions of dollars in assets falling into their laps?

The door to her office clicked open and then shut but feeling the calm mind she recognized so easily. She didn't even look up from her files.

Strong firm hands gently encircled around Emma Frosts's padded office chair and landed on her shoulders and began massaging her shoulders. 

"Hmm, you seem to be having fun." The voice spoke as Emma indulged in the well-practiced hands that began kneading the knots in her shoulders that were the result of sitting in her chair signing forms for hours a day.

"Tis a hard job indeed." Emma drawled with amusement in her tone with her paramour sniffing at the sarcastic amusement. 

"Anyway, sign the last form. I am stealing you away for the rest of the day. Sebastian Shaw has been barking through your line of secretaries to get you to come play at being the White Queen." 

Emma Frost rolled her eyes at the thought of Sebastian Shaw the Black King of the Hellfire Club. His standing was far lesser after her lover had slain the previous White King in Donald Pierce and several other pieces as he established himself as the club's Lord Imperial.

"Haaa... Very well, I suppose I will need to have my cuckoo's finish my paperwork then." And even as she said that, she could feel those five almost conjoined minds recoil from across her apartment penthouse as they retreated from watching their mother figure at work.

And she couldn't help a small amused quirk of her lips at how she played her adopted children on themselves. 

But her amusement was for naught as her chair was pulled back on its wheels and she was spun around to face her lover.

Cold blue eyes met her own eyes and then she closed her eyes as she felt Jake cup her jaw line and lay a soft brief kiss on her lips before pulling back to take one of her hands into his own.

"Come. I have the whole day planned out, I found a quiet little coffee shop that offers your favorite Arabian coffee that is roasted at the site." 

"Oh... Very well, I suppose I shall allow you to pamper me today," Emma said as she stood up using Jake's hand as a support and then she naturally slid into holding his arm between her breasts as she followed her man out to the elevator which would lead to where her chauffeur would drive them to their destination.

While riding in the car as she leaned her head agaisnt Jake's shoulder, she continued to talk about consolidating Frost Industries grasp over the military market and Jake was talking about how Stark Industries would need to be humbled.

But even as they plotted on taking over a trillion-dollar industry... Emma Frost realized something.

'The surroundings are a blur. This is a dream or a memory.' She thought as she looked through the tinted windows of her armored car and saw that the nearby buildings were utterly unrecognizable.

'I need to clear my-' Emma thought with a frown at recognizing the state of her mind having curled in on itself. 

But as she went to calm down and clear her mind to see where she had ended up... And whether a hostile telepath had attacked her or something.

She shuddered as Jake's hand slid past her knee and his large hand landed well between her legs and with her standard attire of white lingerie and her cape, she was all but defenseless as Jake's hand casually twisted past her panties and two of his fingers hooked into her core.

"Bastard... I am trying to think." Emma scolded as her mind fogged over.

But there was no heat in her voice, merely reproach that Jake only seemed to delight in as he chucked and with his free hand Jake cupped her chin and drew her in for a kiss while Emma naturally flipped her legs over and got onto Jake's lap so they could truly make out.

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"Hmm her mind is seemingly locked away of its own volition... It's rather similar to untrained telepaths using Cerebro and getting overwhelmed by the amount of information filling their mind." A blue-skinned doctor spoke as he looked at the readings he had gathered of her mental readings after putting Emma Frost through an MRI.

Xavier in his wheelchair gave a nod before he grimaced and said. "Indeed... I was hopeful to see Jean putting herself back together after her rather poor introduction to Hinata Hyuga. But it seems that the false memories are all but a memetic bomb to other telepaths to say nothing of the true horrors Jean saw." 

Hank M'coy or otherwise known as Beast gave a small grunt of agreement as they watched Emma Frost laying comatose in one of the hospital beds and after a moment Beast asked. "In your own sphere of knowledge, do you know when she will wake up?" 

There was a moment of hesitation before Xavier said slowly. "That depends... Is she fighting the false memories she absorbed from Jean? If so then who knows as it will take a good deal of time to reject months of false memories. But if she is going down Jean's path of least resistance. Then maybe a couple of days at most as the sleeping mind at rest is far more powerful than when it is agitated."

After a moment to absorb that information, Beast rubbed his jawline before muttering. "We know Hinata went through some horrors that make what Logan went through look tame... So what false memories did Jean make that is keeping Emma so deep within her own mind?"

To that Xavier swallowed and then said slowly. "I do not know... But I do know they are powerful memories. Memories of such power and desolation that I do not want my own mind filled with them whether false or true." 

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Emma Frost was laid out on a bed made out of the finest materials and she was wrapped up in soft blankets as the room was blasted into low fifty degrees temperature so she could snuggle fully naked and impaled upon her lover as she watched the news in utmost comfort.

"Hmm, maybe we should give your cuckoo's a new sister... One they can actually help raise." Jake whispered sweet poison in her ears as he rocked her back and forth on his length.

"I have too much to do, to get knocked up Jake. Why don't you just adopt another child if you want to raise a child." 

A low hum was her answer before she sighed as his hands firmly massaged her breasts and then Jake said slowly. "Hmm... No, I much rather have a woman of your pedigree carrying my seed to raise as an heir. As god knows your cuckoo's lifespan. You need to consider an heir for Frost Industries in the coming decades." 

And the thought of needing an heir for her multi-billion dollar company made Emma Frost sigh before she rolled over and she mounted her love with her ample breasts falling into his face as she bit her lip and whispered.

"Well... You are certainly worthy of such an honor. Now come and take me, Jake."