Amelia's Pov My brain went over yesterday. He didn't know it was me, I knew he didn't. I just really enjoyed how he touched me and I left with my panties as a souvenir. Speaking of Pantyrella. I knew he was going to find out the owner of the thong. I'm not about to get ratted out, that's why I needed this talk with my girls. “Wait, rewind 'cause girl you are on fire!” Cassie said “You always support the bad things.” “I support the things that need support. I educate, this is simply giving back to the community.” “You should tell him,” Eleanor said “No she shouldn't. He wouldn't notice anything.” Cassie responded “He would, my waist size, my scent. Everything. I mean this man knows the measurement of my b***s with just his hands.” “That's hot.” Frankie teased. “Why did you stay? If you knew it was wrong why didn't you leave immediately?” Frankie asked I'm not going to say it. “Mimi—” “Well, I guess—I liked it okay. I did.” “Omg!! Mimi is in love with her Father's best fr
Amelia“You're not as surprised as me.”“When did you start working as a chef?”“Is that a question, because I don't think it is.”“Nevermind, that is not my problem. Just prepare the meal. I'm having guests over.”“Why didn't you just hire a cooking agency?”“No cooking agency was available for the job so I had to hire a good chef.”I would rather cook for anyone other than my annoying jerk of a cousin. Seriously, the dude was an asshole and I hated the whole question and answer thing we were doing.“What can you cook in 45 minutes?”“What the fuck?Are you kidding me Daniel?”“What?You're the chef, not me.”“You just have to order take-out.”“I can't fucking do that, when I've gotten a chef.”“Okay, just give me some time to cook up something edible.”***********************************My first day of work and I got assigned to my jerk of a cousin. I whisk up something, some fried chicken with fries and side pastries. All I could do at such notice. Soon enough, the house was filled
EvansHer body seemed too flexible and perfect enough to touch. But no…“No more games Amelia. You need to get back to work.”“Oh, I'm done here.”“I will take my leave.” I straighten my suit. “I'll see you later Amelia.”****My quest for finding my very own pantyrella was still in motion. I needed to know who it was and there was no better way than to check the security cameras in my office. Luckily, this particular one came with monochrome filters and it was perfect. How did I not think of that?I was watching the clip gently when I saw the woman who came into my office that day…no…it cannot be.I squinted my eyes, just to make sure, to really make sure. I rewatched again and again and I was certain that it was indeed Amelia Reynolds that owned the underwear with me. I sent a quick message to her and hopefully she would meet me at home, where we would discuss. I didn't want this to get out of hand. It certainly will not. ****After brewing some coffee, I checked if the table was a
EvansI shouldn't sit here and let things happen. But I loved it, and what she said made me yearn for her. "I..uhm…I touched myself. "I wasn't sure how to at first, but...""But?" I edged."But, after I purchased…""You purchased what?""I don't know what got into me, okay. I just bought the rose and— ""Oh." Now I was quite intrigued to hear this. Me and my c***, respectively. "I used it on myself, seeing you doing the dirtiest things to me. I understand you may not want to hear this—"Oh, I wanted to hear it all."I'm sorry to say this, but I want you, Evans. Every aspect of you. I want you to touch me like you did the last time because I enjoyed it. I shouldn't crave it, but I do." "You came to my home to say all of that?" I needed a distraction, but God knows I wanted to pin her to the wall and accomplish all of her wishes. I stated I didn't do virgins, but I really wanted to do Amelia Reynolds. My cock wanted to feel her warmth, and the last time I tasted her juice, it was gre
Amelia I loved what he was doing, every bit of it. He looked so handsome below me and in a way, I felt dominant. I didn't want this to stop. Don't stop Evans. “Now, I'm going to lick you with my tongue. Would you like that?” “Yes.” He swipes his tongue over my c***t. He uses his finger to tease my entrance. “Stop doing that,” I said holding on to the table, my arse getting in contact with the cold surface. “Doing?” “Teasing me like that.” I felt shy saying this to him. “I want to get you prepared baby, I'm getting you ready to take my c**k” He licks my p***y again and takes my clit into his mouth. He carefully inserts his left middle finger into my folds while sucking on it. It felt good. He puts in his second index finger, swiftly but carefully penetrating my vagina. “Yes,” I whispered, “just like that Evans.” Evans' talented hands worked in tandem to bring me to the edge of release. “Give it to me Mimi. Give me that sweet, yummy cum all over my fingers.” “Oh my god, Ev
Amelia “Look Amelia, you're great but I don't date. Especially not my best friend's daughter.” “Oh, so this…This was just useless.” “I didn't.” “Oh you did, you don't date. You made it clear, remember?” “I don't.” “You know what? I'll just leave. I need to.” How stupid of me to fantasize about a relationship with this man. “Amelia.” He called as I clothed myself. “Yes Evans, since that's the only thing you care about, no one will know about it. I'm truly sorry about wanting more from ‘just’ oral sex.” “Thank you. I just need you to understand.” “Got it.” **** The past few weeks were stressful, getting orders and cooking was a lot. It was helpful too, it got my head out of the incident at Evans’. It was a free day, so I spent it watching kdrama alone in my room. I've always been a huge fan of dramas, and in my opinion, they can never be fully appreciated without love triangles and rain sequences. However, this was a made-up man, and if this were my love tale, I would
Amelia “No! She has to go back!” My dad's fist came in contact with his table. “She won't.” “What will everyone say? The public? This is just tainting the Reynold's name.” “You're such a selfish man. You're concerned about your name instead of your daughter?” “Mimi—” Becca tried to stop me but I had enough. I've had enough with my father and his controlling attitude. His selfish and mean character. “No Becca. He needs to get this straight into his head. I've had enough of this! Becca is not going anywhere with Stephanie.” “You disobey me in my own home? What a waste you are!” He spat in my face. Saying those hurtful words with no remorse. “I'm pretty sure you're the one that did this. You made Becca leave her marital home to come here—” “Don't,” I warned. “You're so used to destroying things. If you're jealous of having a marriage and a good life of your own then you can as well leave Amelia!” “She was suffering. She never wanted to marry Aaron and you know it.
Amelia “So, what am I hearing about you getting married?” “It's nothing.” “Didn't seem like nothing when I heard about it.” Becca smiled, preparing herself for a full gist. “I just got engaged and the wedding didn't go through.” She tilted her head to the side, observing my reactions. “You didn't want the marriage?” “No. Dad arranged it for me.” “Of Course he did, he never stops.” “Yeah.” “You know, that's not my problem.” A knock on the door startled us as we heard our father's voice from the end of the door. “We will be right out Dad,” I shouted in response. “Come on.” We both went downstairs to meet my father. Evans sat down on the chair across from my dad, a magazine in his hand. How does he look sexy from reading? I've been trying to avoid him after the fingering and especially after my ogling. I didn't say anything, I left like he never saw me. His eyes jolted up and he watched me from behind the magazine. “Okay, you both are here. C
Song: Your Song by Rita OraThree years later…“Stop!” I giggled as I dodged his hands. “Stop!” I laughed this time as his large arms wrapped round my chest. “What? I'm not doing anything,” he denied.“Yes, you are. Stop tickling me.” “Don't you have work to do?” I asked him as I turned to face him. “Hmm?” “I don't have work to do,sorry.” He made a sad face and smiled.“Urghh…don't do that. I thought old people aren't meant to make those faces?” “I'm forty-four, and I am not old.” “You are to me.” “Says the twenty-five year old…”“No, says your wife.” I cupped his cheeks and pressed my lips against his. I had missed him a lot. He just got back from a trip last night, and he's been over me since. I mean, I did miss him but…Well—Hell. I'm a fucking liar. I missed him a lot. I was about to say something when I got interrupted by the knock on the door. “Come in,” I said. Dia came running in with Becca behind her.“Daddy! Daddy!” she said as she immediately jumped onto her fat
Amelia6 months later…“I'll hold her.” “What if she cries or she needs something?” “Mimi, Dia is fine, today is your day so go…have fun.” “How do I look?” I asked my sister.“So so good. The dress looks perfect on you. Now go walk on that aisle like a boss,” she smiled and cradled Dia in her arms. “Ready?” Cressida came in and asked. Her eyes immediately landed on me and she gasped.“Oh my god, you look so gorgeous.”“She is the bride after all, she should look good.” Frankie said as she came in.I gave a warm smile and clenched my hands together. I was nervous but I was really so happy. “The bridesmaid is here to take you, your Highness,” Frankie smiled as she gave a bow. “I don't know if…” “Enough! You look beautiful. You're getting married, no negative thoughts. No negative thoughts, okay? Mom will be so proud of you.” That warmed my heart.That made me feel content. As Frankie took my hand and walked out the dressing room with me, I knew this was it. I was getting marrie
Evans“Shit!” I cursed as I helped her into the car. I drove as fast as I could, unsure what to do.“You…you okay?” I looked back at her. She wasn't saying anything.“Please Amelia, communicate!” “Evans….I love you but baby, shut the fuck up and drive the damn car, right now!” Her scream came out as a cry. In no time, we were in the hospital. Her water broke in the car and she needed immediate attention. While she was being wheeled into the labour room, I called Becca and Hans immediately. Minutes later, they walked into the waiting room. Seriously, did they jump from the sky? “Is she in?” Becca asked.“Yes,” I answered. “They won't let me in. And I'm…” “She'll be fine,” Becca reassured me. I tried to stop my trembling hands from shaking. “I don't know why they've refused me to go in!” I stood up and punched the wall in frustration.“Calm down, man.” Hans said.“Let's just sit here and wait. She'll be okay. She's a strong girl.” AmeliaAs I lay on the bed, head facing the cei
Evans I have planned this. I hope this goes well and it wasn't fucked up by Hans. I still hate him, but he has been a good guy. Hans is a great guy but he can be shady, and that just fucks things up for his character. My fingers trembled on the steering. I shouldn't be nervous about this. I have been planning the proposal for weeks now. I know she was expecting it sooner, and it did make me feel like a dick but I had to wait. I've pre-planned this. Two weeks of thinking of the perfect proposal, four weeks of looking for the perfect spot/restaurant/ any place, really. One week of constant training. I had written a little note and slipped it into my pants pockets. I looked at her again. I hope this works. Amelia looked at me with raised eyebrows when we stopped at the same hotel where Barry had his gala months ago. “I thought we were eating out?” I held my breath, “We are. I have something to show you. Come.” After we got out of the car; we entered the hotel and were welcomed by
Amelia“Okay. Then I agree to this. To all of it.” Saying those words made me hurt but I knew I had to do it. I had to let my dad go. “Is this what you want, Princess?” Evans asked and I simply nodded my head, hiding my sobs. “Okay,” he responded and signed the papers. My dad looked at the both of us, his eyes filled with nothing but content. Not envy or greed but content. I love my father. I will always love him no matter what. “Will you atleast come when we have the baby?” “Yes, I will. I promise to come see my grandchild.” And with that, my dad gave me a long look and a, “please take care of her,” to Evans and walked away. “Baby…” I didn't realise I was crying until Evans was at my side, wiping my stained cheeks with his thumbs. That day was spent on his laps, sobbing and eating popcorn. ****“Fuck me,” he groaned as i shifted again on his chest.“Sorry.” I totally forgot he needed more rest. My whole weight was on him throughout the night. “You don't have to apologise.”
Amelia“You just got discharged a few days ago. I'm not letting you go anywhere.” “Why not?” He looked at me with his bowl of cereal in his hand. “I won't let you go anywhere, understand?” “You're being bossy. I'm fine. I'm well, I just have…I have work to do.” “Why are you so stubborn Evans?” “Why are you so reluctant and bossy, princess?” I rolled my eyes and watched his Adam's apple bob up and down. We just got discharged six days ago, there is no way I'm letting this man walk out of this house to go work.“I'll be careful. Nicholas will be there.”“No.”“What if I bribe you?” “Yeah, right.” I said as I poured the coffee into the mug and dropped a spoonful of sugar into the mug.“I love seeing you bossy. It makes you sexier. Maybe next time you can wear a police outfit and boss me around just like this?”“Haha, funny. I know you can work from home. So do just that.” “Oh, you are such a sexy wife.” I didn't dwell on the fact that he just called me his wife. His phone rang,
Amelia“Ms Reynolds,” the doctor said as he walked up to me. “Yes doctor,” I jumped on my feet immediately. “I have good news,” he said. He could clearly see the worry and sadness in my sore eyes. Everyone in the hospital knew about me. I had gone to pray in the hospital's church and met a woman, sue comforted me. God bless her. She had her own worries too, but she listened to me. Spared me a napkin and we both cried. We both cried for me.“What's the news?” “Mr Scott is fine. He is conscious now. We had to extract the toxic poison from his body before it caused any more damage. He was already losing strength and with the toxin still roaming free, there was a higher chance of it causing a stroke or worse. We had no other option to save him. I am really sorry if this made you worried, I hope you can understand.” “It's fine doctor. Thank you. Can I see him now?” “Yes, but he is still weak. We've administered some medications and drips to help give him strength. But yes, you're f
Amelia Ignoring the tiny twinge of discomfort in my ankles, I paced. Have been pacing for a while now.They won't tell me anything. Nicholas, Kelly, even Thomas. They knew something but they won't say.Why won't they tell me? I was Evan's, the mother of his child. I deserved to know what was wrong.It was tempting to look at the clock to know how long he had been in there. How long the doctors were taking to surface.“Nicholas, tell me what's wrong, please.” He averted his gaze but I won't be discouraged. “Nicholas…” I wadled to his line of vision, “... tell me. You don't have to worry about my reaction and the baby will be fine. Just tell me.”He remained mute.“Mimi…” I heard Becca say behind me.I clutched the front his shirt with both hands, finally gaining his attention. “Tell me right now or so help me God…”Freeing him immediately at the sound of a door opening, I abandoned the idea of trying to force the answer out of him and turned to the doctor.My heart fell with disappoin
Amelia It's been two days since that day. Since he was shot and it feels like death already. Kelly stroked my hair and carried the plates out. I have been eating, just because of the baby and the fact that Evans would be mad at me when he does wake up if I skip meals.But it's been hard. So hard.“Baby…” I blinked my tired and swollen eyes as I grabbed his left hand. “Don't you think it's time to wake up?”Nothing. Just stillness under his eye lids that I was scared of.“I need you Evans,” I whispered, my voice hoarse and tiny from the countless tears I had shed. “Please…”His thumb didn't give my hand a little stroke like I desperately wished for. It just laid there in the silence. They said everything was okay now, that it was just a matter of waiting for him to wake up.“Babe, don't do this Evans. Look at me, get up and look at me,” the quiver in my voice drew my attention to my wet cheeks. “Oh..” I was crying again.The door opened. I didn't bother to look up, it was the nurse