Alexander "Dude, you won't believe what's all over the news right now?" Charlie's voice blared through the phone, jolting my eardrum.I pulled the phone away from my ear, wincing at the loudness. I held the phone from an arm's length. "What going on?" I asked, my curiosity piqued by the urgency in his tone. "What's happening that's got you yelling at the top of your lungs?" I added."Where is Amelia? Is she there with you?" He asked.I hesitated, unsure of how to respond. "No, she isn't. I don't know where she is. Probably with her friend." I replied.His tone shifted, his voice taking on a serious note. "You should turn on the TV, man." He said."Just tell me what it is on the news that you want me to see.""No, you should see it for yourself.""Fine" I muttered reluctantly and snatched the remote control, my thumb hovering over the power button before pressing it. The TV turned on and I began to ask, "What exactly am I supposed to be looking at?" But my words died on my lips as my
Amelia I packed my things, trying to hold back tears, but they fell anyway. Our life together was ending, and I couldn't bear it. I heard Alexander enter the room. My heart sank as I saw the papers in his hand. He approached me, his eyes filled with a sadness that mirrored mine. There was also rage in his eyes. I wanted to scream, to beg him not to do this, but my voice was trapped in my throat. He handed me the papers, his hand trembling, and I took them, feeling like I was signing away my soul.As I scanned the pages, the words blurred together, but one thing stood out - our marriage was over. I knew it was a fake marriage but it felt real to me.I felt a sob rise, but I pushed it down, trying to be strong."You've already made your decision, haven't you?" I said, my eyes locked on his, but he refused to meet my gaze. "You're so eager to be rid of me that you've already signed the papers. That's how much you want me gone. You won't even look me in the eye."He shifted uncomfortab
Alexander I stood there, frozen in regret, as the reality of the situation sunk in. She was really gone, and I had let her walk away. Why didn't I stop her? Why didn't I confront her further? The questions swirled in my mind like a vortex, pulling me down into a sea of self-doubt and uncertainty.I thought of all the things I could have said, all the demands for truth I could have uttered. But I had said nothing, done nothing, and now she was gone.I was a fucking coward!"I picked my inheritance over her," I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper as I around the room. "I mean, it was the right thing to do, right?" I asked myself.The silence that followed was oppressive, punctuated only by the sound of my own ragged breathing. I felt like I was drowning in my own emotions, unable to escape the weight of my own regret.And then, like a whisper in the darkness, I remembered her parting words and the pain I saw in her eyes. She must really hate me.God, why was I feeling this way?
Amelia I was tossing and turning in bed, my eyes squeezed shut in a futile attempt to sleep but I couldn't.Alexander's face kept popping into my mind, and I couldn't shake the feeling of unease. Fucking Alexander!Why was I losing sleep over this? I was certain Alexander had slept just fine, and probably already moved on to Selene. I'm sure she slept right next to him.I was trapped in my own thoughts, reliving the club event and worrying about what could've been.I buried my face in the pillow, trying to block out the thoughts that swirled in my mind. I inhaled deeply, holding back my tears. Why did Alexander have to be so...Alexander? Why did he have to invade my thoughts?I lay there, pillow still clutched to my face."Aaaaahhh!" I let out a muffled scream into the pillow. Screaming hadn't solved anything.Knock!The sudden knock at the door startled me, breaking the silence. I got out of bed and made my way to the door to see who it was.I stood frozen in the doorway, my eyes
Amelia "Sarah!" I blurted out, my eyes flying open in surprise. I quickly scanned the area to see if she had come alone."How did she find me?" I wondered, still trying to process her sudden arrival."Amelia," she said, brushing past me into the room without waiting for an invitation. She enveloped me in a warm hug, her arms wrapping tightly around me."I was in LA when I saw the news, and I didn't hesitate - I quickly flew back to New York City. But when I arrived at the mansion, I was told you no longer lived there." Her words tumbled out in a rush.I was still trying to wrap my head around her sudden appearance. 'Yeah...' I trailed off, eyeing her warily. 'How did you know I was here?' I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.""I managed to make Alexander tell me where to find you. He was reluctant at first but in the end, I got it out of him." She said.Alexander! He knew where I was?Did he pay someone to keep an eye on me?I shut the door quickly. "Are you okay?" Sarah asked,
Amelia I couldn't wrap my head around it, behind all the strong macho facade I had genuinely believed Alexander was a kind and compassionate person at heart. But now, as I grappled to make sense of the situation, I found myself questioning everything. He was at my mom's house, the very same house he had purchased for her, and a nagging doubt crept in - would he evict them?I mean, he wouldn't throw them out, would he? Maybe he was there for a different reason. It could be he had visited my mom to check up on her. Who was I kidding? He was there to throw my mom and sister out. Why else would he be there?My mind was in chaos, running over a hundred miles per hour. It was a lot to process, what was I going to say to my mum? How would she take it? Would she be disappointed in me? God, please...I tried to pull myself together, standing frozen on the front porch, my hand hovering over the doorframe as I hesitated to knock. He was still inside, and the thought of facing him made my s
AmeliaI woke up feeling tired but relieved. Today was the day we'd be selling my mom's house. I'd been working on it for weeks now, it had been marathon showings and negotiation but it was finally happening.I stretched, arching my back and extending my arms above my head, before getting out of bed.I took a deep breath and started getting ready for the day. I had to sign some papers and say goodbye to New York City.I headed downstairs, I could hear Ella in the kitchen already making breakfast. The savoury aroma of cooking eggs enveloped me, making my stomach growl. "Hey, what are you making?" I asked, moving closer to her.She didn't turn around, her focus fixed on the sizzling pan in front of her. "Scrambled eggs." She replied.I leaned against the counter, my eyes fixed on the pan. "Mmmm.""It smells delicious, doesn't it?" she asked, eyeing me with a knowing glint. I nodded in agreement. "Want some?" she offered. I hesitated, my stomach growling with hunger. "I'm starving,
Alexander James walked into my office with a serious expression on his face. "Sir, I need to bring something to your attention," he said, prompting me to look up from my laptop. "What is it?" I asked brusquely. He hesitated for a moment before delivering the news: "Amelia's house has been sold."I scowled, my annoyance evident. "She sold the house?" I asked, my tone laced with disbelief. "Yes, sir. She did." He confirmed.I offered her money and she rejected it. But surprisingly, she didn't hesitate to sell the house I bought for her family.Why should I care?"I don't give a fuck, James," I said dismissively.He nodded and left without a word.I struggled to concentrate on my work as my mind repeatedly wandered back to James' revelation. I recalled the day her family moved into that house, the look of gratitude in her hazel eyes. I had done it to help her, to make her life easier. Was she trying to provoke me by selling the house? I reached for my phone to track her location,
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