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
AmeliaHis hand drifted between my lap, I felt a shiver run down my spine. His fingers slipped beneath my panties, tracing the sensitive skin between my thighs and felt my wetness with his finger.His touch sent waves of desire coursing through me.He kissed his way up to my earlobe and whispered. "I love how wet you are." His breath tickled my earlobe.His husky voice and words teased me. I let out a shaky breath. "What are you going to do about the wetness." His piercing gaze locked onto mine, burning with unrelenting desire. His eyes seemed to see right through me.He poked his hand through the folds of flesh, finding the spot that craved his touch and then he found my clit. "You want to know what I would do?" My voice faltered, trapped in my throat and I couldn't respond.He rubbed on my clit until I began to whimper and my legs began to shake. "Please, don't stop," I finally let out, my voice barely audible."Beg me," he growled, his voice husky with desire."Please, don't," I
Selene"What did you do, Selene?" My dad yelled angrily."What the fuck, Dad!" I exclaimed, shocked, as he stormed into my room."What did you do?" he thundered, his face reddening with rage.I tried to compose myself, pulling up my shirt to cover my exposed skin. "Can you please knock next time? I'm getting dressed!" I protested.But he didn't seem to notice – or care – that I was barely clothed. His gaze blazed with fury. "What did you do in Wisconsin?""Nothing. I went to a shitty club, had a few drinks and then I got bored and came back." His hand clamped down on my arm, squeezing tight."Ouch, Dad! You're hurting me!" I cried out."I warned you, Selene not to do anything stupid. And yet you went to Amelia's house and lit it on fire!" His voice rose. "Have you gone mad?" His grip on my arm tightened like a vice hurting me.I whimpered. "I didn't." Fear gripped me as I stared into his eyes."You didn't what? Don't fucking lie to me!" His face turned beet red, his eyes bulging.
AlexanderI wandered aimlessly through the mall, my mind consumed by the things Selene said.What was I doing here, anyway? I'd forgotten the reason I came back to the mall in the first place.As I walked, my thoughts swirled around Amelia.Was Selene just trying to make me stay away from Amelia or was she telling the truth?Was that why Amelia asked about my dealings? My stomach twisted into knots as I recalled my confession to Amelia about my tax evasion. Stupid mistake. I shouldn't have trusted her with that secret. But Amelia loved me, didn't she? She'd said those words and looked into my eyes with conviction.Or was it all a lie?My fist clenched as I strode out of the mall and into the sunlight. I reached my car, yanked open the door, and slid into the driver's seat.I started the engine, and my mind raced. No, Amelia wouldn't betray me like that.What if it's her way of paying me back for hurting her? There is only one way to find out. I have to confront her. I pulled into
Henry"Hey, love." I greeted flashing a smile and entering Sarah's house. "Sweetheart," Sarah smiled back, gliding towards me. "I wasn't expecting you today." I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her closer. Our lips met in a gentle kiss. "I couldn't survive a day without you." Sarah's cheeks flushed as she kissed me back. "What about we go into the bathroom together, and make use of the bath tub? My body could use some relaxation." I suggested.Sarah giggled. "I wish I could but I can't, not right now I'm sorry." "It's okay, darling," I whispered, cradling her face. "We have plenty of time, my love," I added, brushing stray strands from her face.Her gaze softened. "You always know how to make me feel better."I smiled. "That's what love does.""You're going to get tired of me soon," Sarah said softly. I framed her face with my hand. "Never darling. Even if I tried, I couldn't tire of you. You are gorgeous and everything I dreamed of." "You are so sweet. You should hold