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
Alexander "Thank you for dinner, Mrs Fray," I said to Amelia's mom. She responded with a warm smile. Amelia stood up to clear the plates."I'll help you with that." Charlie and I spoke in unison.I glanced at Charlie, slightly annoyed. Was he trying to one-up me?I turned back to Amelia, my expression softening. "Let me help."Amelia's eyes flickered between Charlie and me. "It's fine, guys. I'll take care of it."Charlie and I exchanged a brief, tense glance.How desperate can one person be? I thought, exasperated. Charlie seemed to have anticipated my every move, mirroring my offer to help Amelia. His eagerness to play the hero, to be the Prince Charming, was palpable."No." Charlie and I said again. Our responses overlapped in a ridiculous chorus.My irritation simmered, and I cleared my throat, forcing a strained smile onto my face. "I'll help you.""No, Alexander. You're a guest. We don't make our guests work." Amelia rebuffed gently.I could almost see Charlie's wide grin, h
Alexander The room was dimly lit, with only a sliver of sunlight peeking through the blinds. I wandered over to the bookshelf, my fingers trailing over the books.I pulled out a worn leather-bound copy of Hemingway's "The Old Man and the Sea". The pages yellowed, the words dog-eared.The door creaked open. "Alex."I turned to face Henry, his eyes scanning the room with a hint of unease."Hi," he said, his voice laced with surprise.I held up the book, my grip tightening around it. "Henry."He shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting around the room. "I didn't know you were coming. You didn't tell me."I shrugged, my tone curt. "Yeah, I just arrived."Henry's gaze lingered on me, his expression nervous. "My assistant just informed me. Have you been here long?""No, just got here," I replied, my eyes locked on his.Henry's brow furrowed. "I didn't know you were in New York. Is everything okay?"His concern seemed genuine, but I sensed an undercurrent of tension. I raised an eyebrow, int
Amelia Agreeing to hang out with the person I was about to incriminate wasn't a good idea. I walked to my closet and picked out a simple outfit. A white shirt and a tight Jean. Before leaving, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My eyes roamed over my reflection, admiring the way the jeans hugged my curves. I thought of Alexander not being able to take his eyes off me when he saw me. A warm blush spread across my cheeks. Stop blushing, Amelia. You're not aiming for that. He'll be out of your life soon. I told myself. I wondered what the surprise was. My phone rang out. It wasn't even up to an hour yet, why was he being so impatient? I grabbed my phone and answered it without looking at the screen, thinking it was Alexander. "Alexander, you should learn how to be patient. I'll be there soon," I said, expecting to hear his voice. Instead, a different voice responded. "Hmmm. I hope when you see him, you get what I asked for." My instincts prickled. That w
Amelia "Why is Paul calling you?" "Huh?" I was confused. I stared blankly at Alexander. Did he say, Paul?Alexander's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing. He held up my phone, the screen showing Paul's name in bold letters.I let out a slow breath. A wave of relief washed over me. He hadn't seen the recording. Thank God.Fucking Paul. I had explicitly told him not to call me.I moved closer, my fingers brushing against Alexander's as I gently took the phone from his hand."Paul and I are not strangers," I explained. "We've worked together in the past. He's probably calling about something related to his company. I helped them out, so maybe he wants to ask me about something..."But as the words spilt out, I realized I was rambling. Giving unnecessary explanations. I bit back the rest of my sentence.I forced a casual smile, hoping to deflect any further questions. "Anyway...""You work for Paul?" he asked cutting me off.I shook my head. "No, I don't. That was a long time ago."Alexa
SeleneI pushed open the front door, weighed down by the numerous shopping bags dangling from my arms. I stepped inside, and the sound of my father's raised voice drifted from the sitting room."...and then she has the nerve to speak to me in that manner! The audacity!"I recognized the tone, the venomous edge that laced his words. He was ranting. Someone must have gotten on his never.I sighed inwardly, my shoulders sagging under the weight of the bags.I made my way to the sitting room, and his words grew louder, more biting. "So incompetent! She has no idea what it takes to succeed, she has no idea what I have done to get here."I entered the room, and his gaze snapped toward me.I fixed my father with a pointed stare. "You're going to bring down the house with your voice, Dad."His face reddened, veins bulging.The shopping bags rustled as I set them down beside the couch. "Why are you shouting? Your girlfriend said no to giving you a blowjob?" Paul's expression darkened, his ey
AmeliaAs I pulled up to my bakery, I noticed a familiar figure stepping out onto the sidewalk. Alexander. Was he looking for me? I pushed open the car door and stepped out.We hadn't seen after the little cabin adventure. I had begun to wonder if he was avoiding me. I almost called out his name but then our gazes met, and I greeted him with a warm smile. "Hi."Alexander closed the distance between us, his eyes locked on mine. "I was told you just left the bakery," he said."Yeah, I..." I began, but my phone rang, shrill and insistent, cutting off my words.I pulled it out and answered. "Hello.""Amelia, this is your neighbour. Your house is on fire." The voice on the other end sent my world spinning. My heart stuttered. "What!" I exclaimed."Your house is on fire." The voice said again.My hand trembled as I clutched the phone.My mind reeled, thoughts crashing into each other. Misty, my daughter, was at home. Where was she? Was she safe?Alexander's concerned expression blurre
AmeliaI stormed through the office doors, my heart racing with anger. The receptionist's startled expression barely registered as I marched towards Paul's office."How dare you?" I spat, slamming the door behind me.Paul looked up from his desk, shocked. "Amelia, you're in New York.""What? You thought I would be mourning my daughter?""What's going on? Why are you sounding this way?""You know exactly what's going on," I hissed, my voice trembling. "The fire at my house. You thought I wouldn't know you were the one responsible, right?""What fire? I don't know what you're talking about. Please take a sit and reduce your voice.""Don't lie to me!" I slammed my fists on his desk. "I did not come here to have a nice discussion with you, Paul. I know it was you.""Amelia, calm down." Paul stood up. "I still do not know what you are talking about. Some set your house on fire?""Calm down? Do you think I can calm down after you tried to kill my daughter? Misty could've died because of you