Amelia"Is he still out there?" I asked Hayley, my voice barely above a whisper.She crossed the room to peer out the window, her gaze scanning the street below."I don't see any sign of Alexander anywhere," she reported, turning back to me with a reassuring smile. "So, I think he's gone."A wave of relief washed over me, and my shoulders sagged as I leaned against the couch."Thank goodness," I breathed, closing my eyes and letting my eyelids flutter shut.Hayley settled beside me, placing her hand on my knee. "Are you okay, Amelia?" she asked, concern etched in her voice.I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering unease. "I will be," I said finally, opening my eyes to meet Hayley's gaze. "I just want him to leave me alone. I've made it clear I don't want anything to do with him.""He'll get the message eventually.""I shouldn't have gone to New York for that convention," I said, frustration etching my voice. "If I hadn't gone, he wouldn't have remembered I existed."He
Charlie "They were right about this hotel, Charlie," Alex said, slicing into his steak with precision. "It's the best in Wisconsin." His gaze drifted to mine as I sat across from him. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction."Maybe I should build a hotel here." He mused, his tone casual. "It would be bigger and better." He said, his smile spreading slowly. "Like the best in Wisconsin." His eyes closed as he took a bite of his steak, chewing slowly, savouring the taste."I think it's worth considering. It would be a good investment."He nodded."I already own a club here," I added."Hmm, this is a really good steak," he said, holding out his fork. "You sure you don't want to try it?"I scoffed, waving my hand. "No, I don't eat steak for dinner.""Look man, I know you said you can't do anything regarding Amelia.""Stop, stop. Can we please just eat?" "Fine. Did you ask your girlfriend to come?" he asked."I'm sure she's swamped," I said, trying to deflect. "Receptionists have a heavy work
Alexander We stepped into the grand ballroom, scanning the sea of familiar faces.I stood at my sister's engagement party, surrounded by laughter and champagne toast. But my mind wasn't on the celebration. It was on Amelia.I had promised Sarah I wouldn't bother her tonight, but I couldn't help scanning the room for her face.She was nowhere to be found.I frowned, feeling a pang of disappointment.I should have focused on Sarah's happiness, but my eyes kept searching for Amelia.Charlie appeared beside me, his gaze fixed intently on Henry. "Quite the occasion," he said, his tone neutral.I nodded, aware of Charlie's reservations about Henry."I know you don't approve of Henry being with Sarah," I said, "but I also know you love Sarah and care about her."Charlie's expression remained stoic. "I'm not going to say anything," he assured me."I know you won't," I replied with a hint of amusement. "Just put on your usual charming smile. You look like you just ate shit."Charlie grunted
Alexander My eyes fluttered open, grogginess clinging to my mind. The events of the previous night flooded back.Charlie and Amelia.I rubbed my temples, trying to ward off the impending headache.Sarah's gentle voice broke the silence. "Morning, Alexander. How are you feeling?"I turned to face her. "I'm fine," I lied.Sarah's sceptical gaze told me she didn't believe me.We were in her living room, the soft couch enveloping me. I vaguely remembered Henry bringing me here last night. I had insisted on not going to my mansion.My gaze fell upon the scattered empty bottles of whiskey. "Did I drink much?" I asked, my throat dry.Sarah nodded. "Enough to knock you out."I sat up, running my hands through my hair. "How did your engagement party go?" I asked."You mean after you almost killed Charlie? It was great," she continued, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "We drank and danced in your name."I winced, shame creeping up my neck. "Sorry I ruined your night," I said, genuine regret in
AmeliaI smiled, watching Emma, my cashier slip on her jacket and grab her purse. "You're not leaving now?" "Don't worry, go ahead. I'll take care of everything and lock up.""Are you sure you don't need me to wait? I can lock up." "No, no. It's fine. Have a wonderful night.""Thanks, Amelia. See you tomorrow," she replied, her voice cheerful as she pushed open the door and walked out.We'd sold out for the day and the display cases were empty. I turned off the ovens and switched off the lights. I moved through the bakery checking to make sure I wasn't missing anything. The bell above the door rang out. I called out, my voice ringing through the empty bakery, "Did you forget something?" I assumed it was Emma, returning for something she'd left behind.But the silence was palpable.I waited for a response, my ears straining to pick up the slightest sound. But there was nothing.My curiosity piqued, I turned my head, my eyes scanning the dimly lit doorway. Then I saw a figure stand
Selene I stood outside my father's house, fidgeting with frustration as I rang the doorbell multiple times.Why the fuck was he taking so long to answer the door? The minutes ticked by at a glacial pace.Finally, the door creaked open, revealing my father's stern expression."For fuck's sake, Dad! It took you hours to answer the door," I exclaimed, exasperation etched in my voice.His eyes narrowed. "Don't speak to me that way, Selene."I sighed inwardly.His gaze dropped to the luggage beside me, then snapped back to meet my eyes. "Whose bags are these?" he asked."Mine," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.His eyes widened in surprise. "What do you mean yours?"I hesitated for a few seconds before answering. "Alex threw me out.""He threw you out!" He exclaimed, his voice laced with outrage. "And Martins let him do that?"I shook my head, feeling a mix of frustration and desperation. "Martins didn't know.""Why didn't you go to him?"I sighed, my exhaustion boiling over. "C
Amelia I sat beside Hayley at the park, watching Alexander laugh and play with Misty. Her words cut through the serene atmosphere."I still can't believe you just forgave him and let him back into your life," Hayley said, her tone laced with scepticism.I shifted uncomfortably, defending my decision. "I didn't just forgive him, Hay. We're friends now."Hayley raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, keep trying to convince yourself, Amelia. A man and a woman can't be friends."I bristled at her doubt. "Says who?""If you two had no history, maybe it would've been possible. But come on, Amelia, I thought you wanted to move on from him."Her words struck a chord, echoing my own uncertainties."I've come to realize that instead of trying to hate Alexander, maybe I should try forgiving him," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "That way, moving on would be easier."Hayley's eyes narrowed. "You could have told him to leave."I bit back a bitter laugh. As if Alexander would have listened. Besides I
Amelia "I once locked a man up for six months," Alexander revealed.My eyes widened, and I struggled to contain my shock. "Six months!" I exclaimed into the recorder. I moved closer, making sure my phone was close enough to Alexander.Alexander's gaze snapped to mine, his eyes flashing a warning. "Keep your voice down."I nodded, my voice dropping to a whisper. "Six months is a lot. What did he do to you?"Alexander's expression turned grim. "He worked for me. He poked his nose into something he shouldn't have."My curiosity piqued, I leaned in closer. "What was that?"Alexander glanced over his shoulders, his eyes darting around the room before focusing on me. He leaned in. "Tax evasion."My heart skipped a beat. "You don't pay taxes?" I asked in a hushed tone. "Do you know how much trouble that could put you in?""I do. I just underpay. I have my records falsified, hide most of my assets, and use offshore accounts. Sometimes I underreport my income."My eyes widened in shock. "That
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