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"Misty, breakfast is almost ready!" I exclaimed. "Just five more minutes!"Her excited voice echoed from the next room, "Mommy, Mommy! Are we having pancakes?"She came running into the kitchen, her little feet pattering against the floor.My daughter, Misty, was a secret I had kept hidden from Alexander. Only Hayley and my family knew the truth about her parentage. Although Sarah and I remained in touch, I had never revealed to her that I had a child, let alone that Alexander was the father.Misty was the spitting image of her father, with piercing green eyes that sparkled with a cheerful spirit. I liked to think Misty's cheerful nature came from me, as Alexander's personality was far from sunny. Yet, the physical resemblance between them was undeniable.I cracked eggs into a bowl, whisking them together with a fork as I gazed out the kitchen window. The Wisconsin sunrise was a sight to behold, the sky a canvas of pink and orange hues. Misty chirped excitedly in her high ch
Alexander I woke up to a tangle of arms and legs. As I sat up, I saw the four women lying beside me, their faces slack in sleep. I shook my head, recalling last night, the drinks, the music, the desperate attempt to drown my sorrows.Five years of emptiness had driven me to this point. Five years of trying to fill the void with temporary fixes, with fleeting pleasures. Women, booze, parties - nothing seemed to stop the ache within me. I'd lost count of the number of nights like this, the number of strangers I'd used to try and numb my pain.As I sat up, the women stirred, their eyes fluttering open. They smiled, reaching out to touch me."What an amazing night we had." One of the women purred. I couldn't recall her name, or any of their names for that matter. They probably told me, but I didn't remember. I never remember their names.I forced a smile. "Yeah, it was...something," I said, my voice laced with insincerity. They didn't seem to notice, too caught up in their own haze o
Alexander I arrived at the hotel and pulled up front, and just as I was about to step out of the car, I spotted Amelia walking out of the hotel, her features captivating my attention and freezing me in place.She was even more beautiful than I remembered, her long hair shining in the sunlight. A vehicle was waiting for her, parked directly in front of her, and it seemed like she was about to get in. She was leaving!"No, no, no!" I exclaimed, hastily pushed my car door and ran towards the vehicle. "Amelia, wait!" I cried out. I was quick enough to catch up to her just in time before she could step inside.She turned to face me, and our gaze collided. I felt my breath caught in my throat. My heart skipped a beat, then fluttered wildly, like a bird set free, as I locked eyes with hers. It was as if my heart had finally found the missing piece it had been searching for, and I felt a rush of emotions I couldn't contain."Alexander?" she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.I coul
Amelia The car began to move and I gazed out the window, my eyes fixed on Alexander's receding figure. He was shouting, his mouth open in a desperate cry, but the sound was muffled by the glass and the hum of the engine. Yet, I could read his lips, could see the shape of my name on them.My heart skipped a beat as I watched him, his face contorted in a mix of anguish and despair. I felt a pang of guilt, but I pushed it aside. I couldn't let him catch up to us, couldn't let him find out about Misty.The thought sent a chill down my spine. I couldn't bear the thought of him taking her away from me, of losing my precious daughter.I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding.How did he find out where I was?He looked different, still devilishly handsome of course, but there was something else about him that I couldn't quite put my finger on.I wasn't expecting him to act like that when he saw me. I was taken aback by his reaction when he saw me - the desperation in his eyes, the
Sarah "Amelia is going to be furious with me... I can already imagine the look on her face!" I said, covering my face with my hands."How did Alexander know that she was around? And her location! I didn't share that information with him, the only person I told was........." My words trailed off, leaving me more confused than I already was. God! I knew I shouldn't have told him! The only reason I did, was because we had plans last night and I had cancelled to spend time with Misty.I snatched a pillow and buried my face in it, letting out a muffled scream of frustration: "Aaaaargh!"I lay on my bed, surrounded by the luxurious solitude of my penthouse. Despite being together for five years, Henry and I were not living together. I found it odd. Most couples would have started considering moving in together after the first year. When I talked about it, he said he wanted me to have my space and privacy.The funny thing is that I'd never set foot in his home, which was strange, but m
Alexander I was in the elevator going up to my office floor. The emptiness inside of me still lingered. The weight of Amelia's disdain for me was crushing- she couldn't even bear to look at me.I seethed with resentment towards everything and everyone, including myself. I felt like I was drowning in my own despair. I wished I hadn't done what I did in the past- throw her out of my life. I had said a lot of things to her that I couldn't take back and I don't blame her for hating me.The elevator door pinged open, I trudged towards my office, my feet heavy with the burden of my thoughts. I felt like an outsider, a stranger in my own life. "Sir, we've got a new development and it's not something you would like," James announced, rushing towards me. "Lay it on me," I responded curtly. "I just found out your grandfather held a secret meeting with the board members.""Yeah, he does that all the time. He says he's out of the company but secretly makes backroom deals in the company's na
Amelia Knock!I heard the sound of a soft knock echoing from the doorway as I was in the kitchen baking some pies with Misty and Ella."I think there's someone at the door," I said, glancing at Ella. She cocked her head, her ears perked up waiting for the sound to repeat, but silence followed. She shook her head. "No, I don't hear anything.""Yeah, me too. It seems to have stopped." I retorted."Must have been nothing," she said with a shrug."Mommy, can I go see if someone is there?" Misty offered."No, baby, go back to helping mommy," I said.I gently took the pan of freshly baked pie out of the oven. "The first batch is ready, who wants to try it?" Misty's eyes widened as she gazed at the perfectly golden-brown pie. "Me! Me!" she exclaimed, bouncing up and down.Ella chuckled. "I think someone's excited about pie."I smiled, "Okay baby." I said, handing Misty a small slice. "Be careful, it's still warm."She took a bite, and her eyes lit up. "Mmmmm... Mommy, this is the best pie
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