Evans I sighed and leaned into the couch, “is this what you wanted to achieve?” I asked Cressida.She had the common sense to look sheepish.“Not really, but she's level-headed. I thought she would bitch slap me or something.”Yeah, I was also surprised by Amelia's self-control. Cressida had whispered that she would handle it and I should not interfere. I sighed, I had a lot of groveling to do.“Not even therapy can take away your mischievous nature.”Cressida pouted, sitting beside me. “Bae, you know I'm an author. I couldn't pass up the opportunity of doing a life confrontation scene.”“I didn't know that informing my girlfriend that she was part of a trouble was considered confrontation this day,” I replied with a raised brow.Cressida blushed, “I may have gone too far…but I wasn't lying. Having a best friend is like being in an open relationship, there a always new people joining in the name of being partners.”I sighed, “I wonder how your therapist dealt with you.”She beamed, h
Amelia I stared at Evans for a while before ignoring him. He sighed, running his hand through his hair. With Dad's present, he could not coax me into listening to whatever he had to say and it also meant that I couldn't leave.What the fuck was even going on? Seeing Cressida being sweet to my niece was nice and all, but how does Becca even know her? She's acting super familiar with my family and it just made the reality that Evans could be with her.Somehow, after all that went down in Evans's house, the whole situation still felt like a dream but seeing my dad pet her like a lost favorite fucking cat just made it sink in. Evans was really in a relationship with someone and that person isn't me.“Amelia…” Evans tried again.I flashed a fake smile at him full of teeth and shut my eyes. My appetite was already gone. Dad and I had a little moment earlier, leaving would seem somehow.I sighed and sat.“Mommy, I'm hungry…” Stephanie whined.“Alright everybody, that's the bell” Becca teas
Amelia A warm weight woke me up. I opened my eyes and looked around, it was still dark outside. The warm weight tugged closer to a greater warmth.Smiling, I stared at Evans's face. He looked peaceful and handsome. It looks like even a night of wild sex can't stop me from waking up to my internal alarm.I flushed as I remembered yesterday night. I don't know if Cressida and my sister caught on to what Evans was doing but Cressida gave me a knowing look when I came.So embarrassing.Evans and I talked before I jumped him last night. A lot.“Cressida is my best friend. Yes, we had a sexual relationship but that was years ago. We decided that being friends fit better for us.”“Then what was that earlier?”“Cressida being foolish. She knows we're together.”“You told her?!”“Yes, she's my best friend.”“And she's staying with you…”“She's also committed to her therapist girlfriend.”“Oh…”“It's too early for your brain to be working this hard” Evans murmured burying his face in my hair.
Amelia “Shit!! Sorry,” Cressida apologized, patting my back as I coughed. I nodded.“So…” I began when I could feel my lungs had decided to stay in place. This was awkward. How do you talk about something like this?“I didn't expect you to choke.”“That was the only type of reaction I could have possibly given you!” I defended myself feeling attacked.“I mean, you had an orgasm on the dining table. With your sister and her five-year-old kid sitting across from you. And your dad…”“Okay! okay…” my face hot as I cut her off “... I guess what I did was bold” I ignored her raised brow “but people have times when they get embarrassed.”“Yeah, I guess you're right. "Good morning ladies,” Becca said walking in.“Morning”“Morning Becca” I replied.“Someone is glowing this morning,” she said grabbing her apron with her eyes on me.“Oh my gosh!!! Did everyone know what the fuck was happening under the table?!”Cressida snickered.“Given how unfocused your gaze was and the fact that you didn't
Evans“I need everything to be ready in two weeks. Send them to me via email a day before the deadline.”“Yes sir. We have drafted the contract, I will send it to you once I return to my office.”“Good.” Starting this foundation wasn't easy. Years of subtle discussions with other tycoons about it led to the agreement. Now, after forming a partnership with them and a year and some getting things done, we were just a step away from completion.“Sir, is there any other thing you would like me to change or add?” Peter Warith asked. He was the one I chose to handle the foundation. Mostly because of his skills and the fact that he is the son of one of my partners. “No. Everything is good as it is. Just get it done.”“Yes sir.”“You can leave.”I still had some meetings to attend but the day was looking good…my ringing phone interrupted my thoughts.“Yes?” I asked.“Bea…” Cressida whined.“What is it this time?” I sighed. I love her but her trauma made her regression too much to handle som
Amelia “Hey,” Becca said the moment I stepped out of the bathroom. “Hey…” I stopped drying my hair to watch her. She looked okay, no sign of anything that should make me worry. “You okay?”“Yeah,” Becca replied with a nod, “just wanted to catch up with you for a bit. It's been a while.”I smiled and sat beside her on my bed ignoring my only towel attire. “So, how was your night?” I asked, going back to drying my hair.“It was…weird. Stephanie had a nightmare, I had to calm her down and coax her to sleep. Then, I slept and had my nightmare of Aaron coming back, trying to take you and Stephanie from me.”I dropped the towel I was using to dry my hair, “how are you feeling?”“Tired. I'm glad that Stephanie has school today, I need some sleep later in the day.”“That's cool. You need to rest, it won't do anyone any good if you fall I'll. I know that you're aware of this but Aaron is in jail, he can't hurt you, me and Stephanie anymore.”Becca nodded with a weak smile.Lying down with m
Evans "You haven't gone out in ages." "Who said? I have." "You need to have fun bro. I mean, you're in your forties. This is the time you should have fun, flex your muscles too; if you know what I mean." Albert said. I didn't agree to this night out willingly. I was forced into it. After Barry gave me a call that night, saying we should go have some drinks with some of our old friends, I knew it was going to be shit. "I agree with you Al," Barry said. "Of course you do," I said, my sarcasm thick in my voice. "What? It is the truth. You're not even fifty. Tell me something; after—you know who, have you?" How long have I known Albert and how long have I thought of him being an absolute dickhead? He has always been a blabbermouth and Barry enjoyed his company. Thought he was a cool guy. "When are we leaving?" I asked. "Already?" "Yes. I hate it here." I looked around the bar. I hated the cold atmosphere of the bar or the drinks they served. "Are you sure you're ok
Amelia I didn't have the faintest idea why Aaron's lawyer wanted to see us. I knew that not knowing was also stressing Becca out but, we decided to toughen up and see the meeting through.That's why we were currently sitting beside Mr Scott in this expensive office facing two red-cheeked lawyers.“I'm sorry that we couldn't contact you earlier but with everything going on and getting the papers ready, time went by” the one who introduced himself as Finn said.It turned out that Aaron's lawyers were the duo owners of Finn and Jake firm; Finnly and Jake Murray, supposedly one of the best firms around.“It's okay. If we can get down to why we are here?” Mr. Scott asked. He will be the one speaking for us, just in case there are any traps hidden in their words.“Right. Our dear friend Aaron loves his daughter and had made preparations for her to be financially supported for the rest of her life even in his absence” Jake started.“Given the current circumstances, he had to sign some paper
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