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
Amelia “Mimi!” “What? She's throwing herself at him.” I defend “I'm sorry miss but, I don't see him complaining. If he isn't complaining, I don't think there's a problem questioning my actions.” How dare she? “That's not what you're hired for. You're hired to serve and not to flash your tits at random men.” Evans cleared his throat and dismissed the waitress. “Why are you so edgy today?” Becca asked “I'm not edgy. Didn't you see what she was doing? That was so unethical.” “I didn't have a problem with it,” Evans said. I gave him a stare before focusing on my food. *** We were done at the diner and decided to go back home. Thank Goodness. Becca and Evans chatted while moving to the car. They looked so good and comfortable with each other. They acted like best friends that have known each other for years. Becca turned back and approached me. “Hey, you!” “Hey.” “Why the long face?” “I didn't know I had such an expression on,” I answered with a bitchy
Amelia I stood in front of him at the front door, the cooked clams in my hands. “What's this?” “My apology.” “Clams?” “Cooled and spiced. Come on, I spent two hours making these.” “At least let me in, Evans.” He gave way for me to enter the sitting room. “Where can I drop this?” I held the food flask up. “No.” “No?” He walked into the kitchen and took a fork. He then offered the fork to me. “Eat it first.” “Wait…you think I'm going to poison you?” “Really?” I asked. “I'm being careful Amelia.” His eyes were directed at me. I took a spoon and showcased it to him. “This better?” “Yes.” “So, my apology is accepted?” “No.” He took the food flask from my hand and placed it in the kitchen. I had already placed my butt on one of the chairs. “No? The cooked clams are the apology.” “You still owe me another.” “For?” “Eye fucking me.” “When?” He came closer to me, hovering above me. “Do you think I don't remember that day Ame
Amelia "Look at me." I looked up at him, his member stood at attention. It was large...it looked...huge. "I love it." "What?" "Your eyes on me the other day, I loved it. I couldn't stop thinking about you, about your lips and your hands and your face. Your tits even. I couldn't. I came thinking about you so I want to do something." "What?" He groaned a groan that sounded like a whimper, like a cry. He walked out and came back in with a camera in his hands. I looked at him in confusion. "A camera?" "Yes. I want to record you and I." "What?!" I have never done this before. I mean, it sounded good but the anxiety of whether or not my body would be appealing to him was what kept me on hold. "You don't need to be alarmed about it. I won't show your face in the video and I certainly will not let anyone see this video baby." He sat down beside me, his cock still at attention. "This is for us, for the both of us to feel good. I want you to come while you watch
Amelia What does one usually say after having a great time with their lover? He looked so beautiful, like an angel. Evans slept soundly beside me. His long lashes almost got me intimidated. "Stop staring." He said still with his eyes closed. I quickly shut my eyes and pretended like I was fast asleep. Of course, he figured it out in a minute. "I know you're awake." I didn't respond but my eyes beat me to it as they kept shaking. "You're bad at pretending." I scrunched my nose as I held my laughter. "Must I remind you, sir, I'm very very good at acting?" "OH please." "I'm the best actress you've ever laid your eyes on." I smiled as I opened my eyes and met his gaze. "Then, we must have terrible movie directors." "Stop it!" I laughed hard, the tears fell from my eyes. I loved this. Right here, right now. Even if Evans is my father's best friend, I knew my feelings for him had grown more than I could handle. I get wet for him, I think about him more
Amelia "Leave her alone! Don't touch her!" The screams woke me up instantly. I lazily got up from bed and walked downstairs to see what the ruckus was about. Aaron held Stephanie firmly, he used his left arm to block Becca from coming close. His grip on Stephanie was firm and you could tell the little girl was hurting with the way she squeezed her face. I hurried down the stairs and met my father seated, watching the show. How dare he? "Let her go, Aaron! You're hurting her." Becca pulled and tugged at Aaron's arm but to no avail. With his bulk physique, Aaron was times two of Becca. "No way! She is my daughter and she is coming back home with me. Fuck you, Becca!" Not in front of the kid. "Let her go." I pushed him off and surprisingly, he lost his balance for a moment. "Great, so the sisters gang up on me, what do you think? That I'll be scared and run back home?" He asked me, I looked at my father one more time but that man didn't even have empathy in hi
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