Amelia "The brakes were damaged!" I blurted out, my eyes wide with shock."Yes, Amelia. Isn't it strange how you instructed Dean to have it checked out without even driving it?" He asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.I knew Selene was up to no good when I saw her fiddling with the car.But the brakes? Was she trying to get him killed or something?The thought sent a chill down my spine. I glanced at Alexander, uncertain whether to share this with him or keep it to myself.Poor guy just rekindled with his mother. I'll deal with Selene myself."Well, I did notice something was wrong with the car when I tried driving it. I just didn't know what it was, so I asked Dean to get the mechanic to take a look." I lied."Hmmm." He grunted. "Alright, I'll be downstairs.""I'll join you in a bit," I replied, watching as he turned and left the room.I rose from the bed and made my way to Selene's room. I rapped my knuckles against the door, the sound echoing through the silent hallway. The door
Alexander I entered the room, calling out for Amelia, but she was nowhere to be found. A hint of confusion crept in as I approached the bathroom door and knocked. "Amelia, are you in there?" I asked, but the silence was my only response. I gently pushed the door open, and still, there was no sign of her.I made my way to the closet, my hand reaching for the handle. Just as I was about to open it, a soft frustrated voice drifted out from within."All my clothes are useless. I can't go to do party wearing any of this!" I hesitated, wondering if she was talking to herself, or if there was someone in there with her. "Hayley!" She exclaimed.Oh, Hayley!. Her best friend.She was on the phone to her, venting."How am I supposed to go with Alexander wearing the clothes I've been wearing for months?" I smiled, was she trying to impress me?I stepped away from the door and slipped out of the room, pulling out my phone as I went. I quickly dialled the number of my trusted stylist, knowing
Amelia"Alexander," the sound of his name fell from my lips like a plea. I wasn't begging him to stop. No, I wanted him to have me.I pushed my face forward, inches from his, anticipating the touch of his lips on mine. But instead of meeting me halfway, he hesitated, his mouth hovering just above mine.Teasing?Yeah.His hands held me in place as he crushed his growing erection between my thighs, pushing my back against the wall. He let out a low groan, dropping his head to the curve of my neck, his hot breath caressed my skin, and he sucked on it.I breathed in shakingly.“Tell me to stop,” he whispered hoarsely as his lips slightly grazed my mouth. “Tell me to stop, Amelia.”I couldn't. My lips failed to move as I stood there, eager to taste his essence, even if it was for one night. Even if he was drunk and barely aware of what he was doing.I wanted him. I wanted him badly. There was no resistance from my side.Slowly, I put my hands into action, unbuttoning his shirt. Stepping o
Alexander My eyes fluttered open and I was met with the serene sight of Amelia's face, sleeping peacefully. My hand instinctively reached out to cradle her cheek, my fingers tracing the gentle curves of her features and a soft smile spread across my face.I sat up, tossing the covers aside, and was met with the realization that I was completely naked.Holy shit! It wasn't a dream!What have I done? How do I explain this? I burst into the bathroom and stepped into the shower, letting the warm water envelop me as I stood there, lost in thought, reliving the events of the previous night.Glancing down at my right arm, I noticed the faint scratch marks, from fingernails I guess, a reminder of the passion we shared. The memory of her moaning my name, her voice trembling with pleasure, soon followed, flooding my mind.Was I regretting what had happened?We were both adults, right? It doesn't have to complicate anything. In less than 8 months she would be out of my life. What happened
SeleneI had been living in Alexander's mansion for months. I tried everything to make sure Amelia got thrown out, but nothing worked. Instead, they got closer.He cooked for her! They now act like lovers. He even took her to Charlie's party last night. I can't lose Alexander, his wealth and everything that comes with him.I gaze at his picture until I fall asleep, every single night and my dream is filled with fantasies of him being right there with me.I think I might be in love with him! How can I have him when Amelia is very much still in the picture? I need to get her out before I completely lose my Alexander. I could use their closeness to my advantage. The one thing Alex and his grandfather hated more than anything was betrayal. I think no one in general likes that!Martins was a traditional man, he would love to keep his family reputation intact. If Amelia does any wrong, now that the world knows she's Alex's wife, then, even Alex won't be able to save her.I sat down in m
Amelia I leaned my back against the door and threw my head back."Nothing!" I exclaimed aloud.He really said that to me? He followed me all the way to my office to tell me nothing?!I don't know why he had so much effect on me.I strode over to my desk, snatched up my phone, and quickly dialled Hayley's number. As soon as she picked up, I launched into a frustrated rant skipping pleasantries. "Alexander is so very annoying!" I exclaimed, my words tumbling out in a rush."Hi, girl," she said softly."Hi, Hay. Sorry to dive right in like this," I apologized."It's fine, that guy always pushes your buttons," she said with a chuckle."I know! And you won't believe what happened. We were intimate last night, and then this morning he..."But she cut me off before I could finish the story."What?!" She exclaimed her voice laced with a hint of excitement. "By intimate do you mean snuggling and kissing, or the actual thing?" She asked.I smiled slyly, "The actual thing," I said in a hushed
Selene I stood there watching Amelia and Jeremy talk. Jeremy appeared nervous, like he was speaking with a sophisticated person. That bitch doesn't even look classy."Two martinis," the bartender announced, and I turned to face him as he slid the glasses across the counter towards me.I faked a smile, and his eyes drifted away from me, refocusing on the people before him.I glanced around swiftly, ensuring no one was paying attention to me. Everyone was engrossed in their own activities.I discreetly retrieved the powdered sedative from my small Gucci pouch and deftly added it to a martini glass. The substance dissolved instantly, leaving no visible trace.I passed the drink to Amelia and with a playful nudge I asked, "Wanna hit the dance floor?" I asked."No, no. I think I'll watch instead." She declined."Come on, don't be shy. I'm sure Jeremy here would be delighted to dance with you." I said, nodding towards Jeremy. Fool just stood there stuck in place. I should have just paid
Amelia I groggily opened my eyes, only to be met with a piercing light that felt like a thousand knives stabbing into my brain. I let out a pained groan and raised my hand to shield my eyes. "Urgh... My head," I moaned, trying to sit up. But the room spun around me, forcing me to lie back down.Where the hell was I?I tried to remember how I ended up in this unfamiliar room. But my memories were hazy and unclear. I vaguely recalled going to the club with Selene, but everything after that was a blur. Panic set in as I scrambled to piece together the events of the previous night.I slowly turned my head to the side, trying to take in my surroundings without exacerbating the throbbing pain in my head. I was in a hotel room, but I had no idea how I got there or who I was with. A wave of fear washed over me as I realized I was almost naked, with only my underwear covering me.I threw off the covers and swung my legs over the side of the bed, trying to stand up. But the room spun again,
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