Amelia It was 8 am, and I was getting ready to go to the hospital. Alexander had left earlier to speak to his grandfather. I didn't tell him about the hospital call. I stepped out of the bathroom and noticed a note on the bed. I picked it up to read; 'BE RIGHT BACK' it was paired with a scribbled writing or drawing that had been cancelled. I couldn't figure out what it was. Perhaps an error. Was this just another side of Alexander? Or eas he trying to be romantic? No way! I brushed it off as just a simple note, but it still managed to stir a flutter in my chest. He had never written me a note before. And I’ve never gotten one. ****** "We found a large amount of RU-486 and misoprostol in your blood." The doctor said. My brow furrowed in confusion. "What? I don't understand, doctor." "It’s a pill used to remove pregnancy, Mrs Smith. I need to ask—" "That's impossible!" I exclaimed. "Here are your test results." She said, handing me the paper. "Mrs Smith, sometime
Alexander "What do you mean she lost the baby?" Pa Martins asked, his voice laced with confusion."Amelia had a miscarriage yesterday," I informed, glancing at my wristwatch. It was 8 am, and I had to be at the office before 10 am."Poor child. What was the cause of the miscarriage?" "Cervical issues." "Hmm. Now you no longer have a reason to be tied to her.""Come on, Pa. We just lost our baby, and that is what you could think of?" "Alexander, don't be overly emotional. We never got to find out if the child was yours. For all we know, she might have gotten rid of the baby herself to keep us from finding out." I felt a pang of anger. "I don't need proof to know if the child was mine or not Pa. I'm certain the baby belonged to me." "The only reason I allowed her to stay here, was because of the pregnancy. Now that the baby is no more. Why should she stay here?" "Because she's my wife. Besides the public already knows. There is no need hiding it anymore. Amelia will stay with me,
Amelia I paced back and forth, deep in thought as I processed what Isabel had just said. She stood patiently, waiting for my reaction or permission to leave.My mind was raced with questions and doubts, and I couldn't seem to shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of my stomach."Is there anything else, ma'am?" she asked. I let out a sigh of frustration, "Uh..." my response trailed off as I hesitated. My gaze drifted towards the door, distracted by the muffled murmurs and shuffling footsteps outside.I slowly approached the door and turned the handle. Pulled it open and was met with the sight of Alexander standing in the hallway, his back turned towards me. What on earth was he doing? Then he turned around, and his appearance caught me off guard. He looked like a nervous teenager about to ask his crush to prom, clutching a rose in one hand and a bag in the other. I wasn't sure what was in it.He looked fazed. "Hi," I said."Hi," he muttered, clearing his throat
SeleneAmelia's voice resonated through the walls, and I quickly approached my room door. I opened it slightly and peeked out to see what was happening."Isabel!" she yelled once more. I cracked open my door and caught a glimpse of her standing by the stairs before she hurried down. Curious, I tiptoed out of my room to follow her and see where she was going.I positioned myself by the stairs and peeked around, but she was nowhere to be seen. A minute passed, and then she reappeared, accompanied by a maid. It wasn't IsabelI quickly and quietly retreated to my room, carefully closing the door behind me to muffle the sound, so she wouldn't hear it click shut.As soon as I heard her door shut, I slipped out of my room once more, tip-toeing to her door, where I leaned in to listen to the conversations.From the way she questioned the maid, it was obvious she had become suspicious. I knew it was only a short time before she questioned Isabel. I had to find her first before Amelia did.I h
Amelia "What are you doing here?" Selene's voice trembled with unease. "I...." I hesitated, unsure of why I needed to explain myself to her. Instead, I turned the question back on her, "What are you doing here?" "Nothing. I found the security guard fast asleep when I came. I tried to wake him, but he didn't budge - he's clearly in a very deep sleep." She turned back to the system, her fingers clicking away on the keyboard. "I just wanted to check the footage to see if I was still wearing my diamond necklace when I came back to the mansion," she said, her eyes fixed on the screen. I walked closer to see what she was doing. "There it is," She said as I got close. "Good night." She flashed me a warm smile. She began to walk away but then paused in her tracks, turning back to me. "You know, Amelia, I think we would really get along. We should be friends. We could go on a girls' trip together, do some shopping, talk about boys." She chuckled. I stood there, unsure of ho
Alexander "Alex, how dare you!" Paul exclaimed, bursting into my office with James in tow."I tried to stop him, sir," James said, apologizing. "It's alright, James. I'll take care of this," I replied, dismissing him.Once James left, Paul continued, "You have no right to auction off my company, Alex!""I'm fed up with this endless bickering, Paul," I shot back. "It's been going on for two months. And let's be clear, I hold the majority shares in your company."Paul's face reddened, "You have no idea the tireless efforts I put into building that company. Just because you tricked my shareholders into selling their shares to you, doesn't mean you own the company."My jaw clenched in frustration, "If you want to prevent the auction, then file for bankruptcy - it's a straightforward solution. Your failed company will never be merged with mine."Paul's anger boiled over, "I'm sure your grandfather will be delighted to hear about your underhanded tactics. You're not going to get away with
AmeliaI burst into my office, seething with anger and frustration from Alexander's harsh tone. "He has no filter with me," I fumed, pacing around the room. "One minute he's charming and affectionate, and the next, he's cold and dismissive." I shook my head, trying to process my emotions. "I'm so fed up with his mood swings. Honestly, sometimes I just can't stand him." I grumbled to myself, flopping down in my chair. My phone rang, cutting off my rant. I felt a wave of relief wash over me when I saw the name of the caller. "Hey, girl! How's it going?" Hayley's cheerful voice asked. I let out a deep sigh. "Not going well, Hay."She immediately picked up on my tone. "What happened? Any of the employees upset you?" She asked."No, it's the great Alexander being his usual infuriating self. God! I don't know what he feels like sometimes.""What did he do?""What he knows how to do best. I understand that I'm his wife, but that's no excuse for speaking to me the way he does.""Aw, sorry
Alexander I was stumped, I had no idea what to say. All I knew was that I was going to prove to them that I know fun things to do. "What do people do for fun?" I muttered to myself."You don't know? You're certainly not a fun person. "Hmmm. We could go see a concert or a movie." I said."How is that fun?" She asked."People enjoy that sort of thing.""To some it is. It's just not fun to me." She countered. "You don't know what's fun? That's no surprise. You don't have to try proving anything."I struggled to come up with something fun, but my mind was blank. I thought of other enjoyable activities, and then, memories of when I was little came to mind- happy times spent baking with my mum in the kitchen. A smile spread across my face."I've got an idea," I exclaimed, a plan forming in my head. "What is it?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. I just took her hand and led her to the kitchen, my pace quickening with excitement. "Everyone out," I ordered everyone in the kit
Amelia "Does Alexander plan on missing his sister's wedding?" Victoria whispered in my ear, her voice tight with concern.I shook my head quickly. "No, he said he would be here."Her brow furrowed as she glanced at the door, then back at me. "Then where is he? The ceremony has already started. He's supposed to walk Sarah down the aisle. Have you called him?"I felt a pang of unease in my chest. No, I hadn’t called him. But I should have."I forgot my phone in the car," I muttered."Please, find a way to reach him. If he doesn’t get here soon, his grandfather will have to take his place. We can’t keep waiting for him.""Alright." "Alright," I replied, though a knot tightened in my stomach.Alexander was never late. He should’ve been here by now. What if something had happened to him?I pushed the thought aside, trying to shake off the rising unease. With a shaky breath, I pulled my key from my pocket to unlock the car but froze when I saw a strange man in black jeans and a leather
AlexanderI burst into the room, my heart racing. "Fuck man, we have to get out of here now!" I exclaimed.Charlie looked up at me, his eyes filled with concern. "What happened?" he asked, struggling against the restraints that bound him to the chair.I scanned the room frantically, searching for an alternate escape route. "Is there another way out of this house? A back door, maybe?"Charlie shook his head. "Dude, I've been tied up for days. I don't even know where we are.""Fuck, fuck." I muttered a string of curses under my breath, pacing back and forth across the room. We had to get out, and fast."Your 'get- me- out-of- here' plan not working, huh?" he quipped, a small smile played on his face.I halted my frantic pacing, my eyes locking onto Charlie's grinning face. Irritation simmered beneath my surface."Wipe that fucking grin off your face, Charlie," I growled. "This isn't a joke. There's a man at the door, and I think he's here to take you out. If we don't get out of here no
Alexander I let out a sigh of relief as Sarah finally answered my call. "Hello, my handsome brother," her voice slurred through the line.I rolled my eyes. I'd been waiting for what felt like an eternity for her to pick up, and now I was met with her drunk chatter."I've called more than a hundred times, Sarah.""Really? Why, Alexander? Do you want to join my party?" Sarah's voice was laced with a playful giggle. "We are short of strippers. I mean, I have no interest in seeing your body... eww... but my friends seem to think that you're hot and sexy."I placed my hand on my forehead, shaking it in dismay. How was I supposed to have a serious conversation with my drunk sister? "No, I don't want to strip or be a stripper in your party. I called you for something more important.""You want to be among my bridesmaids?" she asked.I tried to steer the conversation back on track, but Sarah's drunken haze seemed to warp her understanding. I sighed inwardly. "No, Sarah. Do you remember wh
Alexander I steered my car out of the driveway, my phone pressed to my ear. "Hey, James, I need Mr. Thompson's address," I said, my voice clear and urgent.There was a brief pause before James responded, "Henry Thompson?""No, James. I don't mean Henry. I want the home address of Mr Thompson. Henry's father." I clarified."Oh, I don't have it but I could make a few calls." "Hurry up with the calls, I'm driving without a destination," I said navigating through the quiet street."Alright. Hold on." James instructed softly, placing me on hold.I drummed my fingers impatiently on the steering wheel, waiting for James to return with the information.I wasn't ashamed to admit that I was paranoid. I had to make sure my unsettling thoughts were at ease.My thoughts shifted to Amelia and a smile spread across my face. The look on her face when she asked If I was going to lock someone up. I couldn't tell her where I was going. She would have reminded me of how paranoid I was."Sir?" James' vo
Amelia"You should reconsider going to the bachelor's party." I turned to Alexander. He raised an eyebrow."It might be fun." I teased."I'm sure it will be, but it's not for me." His expression remained unconvinced.I knew there was nothing I could do to make him go."There might be strippers," I said with a hint of mischief in my voice."Since when have I cared about things like that? I'm not going." His unwavering stance wasn't surprising. Alexander's priorities lay elsewhere, and frivolous entertainment didn't align with his character."You could start now," I said playfully. "Some men go crazy over things like that. And it's a bachelor party. I wouldn't be upset if you indulged in harmless flirting or touch a few asses. As long as it's the only thing you would be doing." He smirked. "What if it's not the only thing I want to be doing? Touching ass only," He shook his head. "is no fun at all." My brows shot up. "Ass touching is not fun? Look who is talking.""Well, only your a
AlexanderI was startled as Amelia's sleepy gaze snapped open. Her husky voice cut through the silence."Alexander, what are you doing sitting up?" she asked gruffly.I hesitated before answering. "Just going over the document that was delivered last night.""You left me alone just to do that? Can't it be done later?" Her displeasure deepened.I reached for her hand. "I'm still beside you, Am. I didn't leave."Her words remained laced with displeasure. "You're sitting, not lying down. You're supposed to be holding me now, not going through some document."My fingers intertwined with hers, and I offered a gentle smile. "It's a very important thing. Not that you're not important. You're more important." I leaned forward to give her a kiss. Our lips touched and I pulled back.Her mouth formed a pout as she tugged my hand. "Then come back to bed and hold me." "Give me a few minutes," I replied.A playful groan escaped her lips. "Urrrg, Alexander.""Am, I have to do this now. This is abou
CharlieI slowly opened my eyes, groggily taking in my surroundings. But something was off. My vision was obscured, shrouded in darkness. I tried to lift my head, but a searing pain shot through my temples, making me wince. What happened? Where was I? What's all this?As I struggled to recall, I realized something covered my head, blocking my sight. Panic set in. I tried moving, but my wrists and ankles wouldn't budge. They were tied to a chair.Fear crept up my spine. I shook my head trying to get the cover off my face. "Fuck!" I groaned out in frustration as the cover refused to get off.Memories flooded back – I was in my home, drinking, trying to numb my pain then... I blacked out. Did someone attack me? Was I drugged? How long have I been here?My heart raced, and I tugged at the restraints. Useless. Anxiety suffocated me. Where was I? Who did this?"Is anyone there!" I shouted, but my voice was muffled by the covering. "Can anyone hear me? Where am I? What is this about?
Alexander Amelia reached for a bar of soap and began gently gliding it across my abs. I felt a shiver run down my spine as her hand delicately traced the contours of my chest. My body stirred with anticipation, desire coursing through my veins. I felt her soapy hand wrap around my bicep, sending tremors of excitement through me. My cock was aroused and I couldn't help but surrender to the raw desire building inside me. "You have strong arms," she whispered softly. "Yeah. Too many workouts." I muttered trying so hard to keep myself from flipping her around. My eyes were fixed on her soft pink lips as she continued rubbing my arms. She lifted her head to meet my gaze and I pressed my lips to hers immediately without waiting for her to tease me with it. Touching my body was teasing enough. Our lips melded together, and our tongues danced in perfect sync. I grabbed her breasts and gently squeezed them. A soft moan escaped her mouth. My whole body burned with desire. I broke t
Alexander "Where the hell is he?" I muttered under my breath as I stepped out of his club. I’d checked all three of his spots, but he was nowhere to be found. Nobody seemed to know his whereabouts or remembered the last time they saw him.Well, except for a drunk who mumbled something about Charlie going out with a hooker. But I couldn't put any stock in the ramblings of someone in that state.I slid back into my car and drove back to the house, my phone rang as I pulled out of the sidewalk. I answered immediately, hoping it was Charlie. "You can’t just bail on me after agreeing to meet," I snapped, irritation creeping into my voice."I believe you’re not referring to me, Alex," a familiar voice replied from the other end.Shit.It wasn’t Charlie; it was my grandfather. I had been dodging his calls for weeks."Hi, Pa," I said, bracing myself for his rant.He scoffed, "Where are you?" He asked coldly."I'm in the office," I replied."What a nice lie." He shot. "I just called your o