Novels by Amber Tee

Rebecca’s POV. It’s almost 6PM and I still haven’t heard from him. Donald had said he would call. l really shouldn’t be bothered that he didn’t. I mean. I roll my eyes trying to shrug if it off. It’s not like we are dating or anything. But now the day is nearly gone, and my phone’s been silent. I think again. I’ve texted twice and called once. Still no response. I try not to overthink it. Maybe he’s busy with meetings. Maybe he lost track of time. But my gut says otherwise. He was off this morning quiet and withdrawn. Like he was carrying something heavy but didn’t want me to notice. I did, of course. I always notice everything. By 7PM, I give up pretending I’m okay. I grab my coat and drive out. I don’t know what I’m doing exactly, but my instinct carries me to his office building. I tell myself I will stop by, maybe surprise him, maybe ease whatever’s eating at me. But when I get there, the receptionist barely looks up. “Mr. Perez already left for the day,” she says.

Donald. Her body is still pressed against mine, she’s fast asleep, her breath is steady, her hands resting gently on my chest. I watch her, taking in the moment. The curve of her lips, her flushed cheeks, the slow rise and fall of her chest. I can’t make out he features properly, but I let my imagination do the rest. She’s undeniably beautiful. I shift a little, reaching to adjust the pillow under her head careful not to wake her. She’s moves but doesn’t open her eyes. I let her Settle back into sleep before I move from under and sit up at the edge of the bed. One minute we were on the couch, and the next we are on our feet heading up the stairs leaving pieces of fabric behind. Soon enough we were here, On her bed. Her lips found mine, my hands on her skin , her breath hot against my neck, her hands all over me, like she was trying to memorize everything and I let her. She was on top, eyes locked with mine, stroking me slow like she wanted to break me open. Now, with

Rebecca’s POV What did I just do? I just invited the one man who makes me nervous to my house. I look at him. Surprise written all over his face. “Really?” He asks with a grin. “Yes, sure why not” I am nervous now. I quickly open the door before I change my mind. He followed me out of the car. The night is silent making the crunch of gravel beneath our feet audible. I unlock the door, step inside and turn on the lights suddenly aware of the coffee mug I normally leave out on the counter before heading for work, the stash of pillows I used for younger practice tossed carelessly on the couch. “Place is a bit of a mess” I give a nervous giggle, brushing a stray coil behind my ear. “You kidding? Your place is amazing” I watch him walk over to my couch and giving a little hop before sitting down. Smiling. The way he smiles genuine and boyish. Those types that reach your eyes, making my tense muscles relax. “Well, thank you” I say removing my coat and placing them on the hook by th

Donald Seated at the board meeting, I keep my eyes on the screen as John, my manager is delivering a power point presentation on growth projections. His voice is drowned in the background as my mind is caught up in the call I had just ended. “You are to deposit a thousand dollars in cash and we had over your envelope, your secret is safe with us and we act like all this never happened” A hoarse voice spoke through the phone. Unrecognizable “How do I know I can trust you, this is not a set up” Then there was a pause, then a distant voice, like someone had turned away from the receiver. Then the voice returned. “You don’t, that’s the price of keeping secrets, Sinclair” I wanted to curse him out, fling my phone across the wall. But instead I remain calm. “You are playing a really dirty game” He gave a low chuckle. “You know better than to come after us. Call this line only when you’re ready to pay.” Click. The line went dead. I shift in my seat, how do I pay th

I jerk. Hitting my head on the desk. “Father” “Rebecca” “I..I” I stammer. He arcs a brow and walks over to his desk. I walk around to the front of his desk and watch him take seat. “Snooping around are you?” “I came to hand over the divorce papers to you, we need your signature” I say reaching into my bag to retrieve the document. He examines me for what feels like two minutes and finally says. “You know, you seem more enthusiastic about this divorce than your mother. After all this years, you just sweep everything I have done for you both under the carpet” he chuckles “What was I expecting anyway, human beings always betray you at the end of the day.” I stare at him, stunned by the coldness in his voice, the way he made it sound like we were the villains. “Betray you?” I scoff, hugging the papers tightly to my chest. “You call emotional neglect and physical abuse ‘everything you’ve done for us’? You really think we owe you gratitude?” He leans back in his chair, a s

Rebecca’s POV I am a teenager again, putting on a tank top and shorts. standing at the edge of a cliff enjoying the view feeling blissful, I close my eyes and inhale. Taking in a whiff of the summer air. Enjoying the feel of cool breeze on my skin. Suddenly I feel a presence behind me the air in my body rises. I turn slightly. Just then I feel a jolt. I am falling, slowly. Someone is at the edge now looking at me. He’s smiling. I recognize him. Father. I jerk awake and sit up on my bed. I wipe away beads of perspiration from my face. That dream again. I study my surroundings and inhale. I reach for the alarm clock beside my bed. It’s three in the morning. I walk to the bathroom and splash water on my face looking at my reflection in the mirror. Sharp jawline, blue eyes, blond hair. I smile and put on my robe. God really took his time. I head to the kitchen and make myself a cup of coffee. And relax on my couch. My thought drifts to dad. I remember how happy I felt when m