"Fuck you," I say. Embarrassment is a lethal addition to the cesspool of emotions I am feeling.Linc's face doesn't change. He just levels a look at me that is neutral and infuriatingly hot."So, you are immune to the guilt? Did you even love my mother at all, then? Were you already cheating on her with multiple women, that fucking her daughter is no big deal to you? Is that what this is?" I am clutching at straws here, my rage is clouding my common sense. I want to hurt him with my words just the way he is hurting me with his right now.How can we fuck so passionately the night before, and he is pushing me away this morning?"Now, listen to me, Amelia..." Linc's voice has gone steely."Fuck you!" I yell, getting out of my seat. I don't want to hear anything anymore. I am so close to breaking down in tears, and I don't want to do that in his office. I already look pathetic enough, and my guilt over what we did is clawing at my throat, making it hard to breathe.I don't make it to the
She brings a trembling hand to her lips, and I can't help myself; I get out of my chair again, walking up to her so I can hold her against my chest. She leans into me, and my heart soars as her softness melts into me."Oh my God. I didn't know. I am so sorry." She whimpers into my chest, my hand around her waist tightening. I don't want her pity. I have long gotten over Kathryn."You have nothing to apologize for, Amelia," I whisper into her hair, I can't resist it, so I press a kiss to her forehead."But...but...""Shh..."I cover her mouth with mine. It is the only thing to do. Her body is flushed against mine, and her scent is invading my senses. Against my better judgment of letting her go and nipping whatever this strong pull between us is, I kiss her.She responds to me immediately, and I lose all train of thought. I have missed her. Fucking hell.Amelia's soft lips move against mine with a gentleness that threatens to bring me to my knees. She brings her arms over my neck, inch
Come to think of it, having her funeral as his wife and not letting on to the world that they were already separated was quite honorable of him to do.But then why the fuck would he push me away now? I can't even remember whatever reason he gave, I was too heartbroken and angry with a mix of shame thrown in there.I still feel deliciously sore from our time last night. I can't believe it was just last night. From when I tiptoed out of his room this morning to now, it feels like a lifetime has passed. But it was just yesterday I was screaming his name as he held me tight for my orgasm to pass through my body. Just yesterday and today, we no longer live in the same house.I look around the quiet apartment. Fuck. This was all I wanted when I was travelling down here over a week ago, and yet I can't find any joy in the fact that I have my own space now. An apartment with a skyline view of downtown Manhattan. Fully furnished. The apartment complex has amenities like a gym, a pool, a loun
"Why would I say no?" Linc asks, cocking his head at me, a slight amused curve of his lips tell me he is considering what I might be thinking. Well, fuck him. He is not the mind reader he thinks he is."I don't know. Titan's Construct has a reputation of not taking interns." I say, feeling my irritation climbing with that annoying calmness on his face. I can't believe I will be saying this but I kind of miss when he used to look at me with ferocious lust."And yet, here you are. Why? Because Titan's Construct does what I want it to do." Linc's steely voice takes me by surprise, I look at his face and he still has that calm façade on.Is that pride I detect in his voice? Annoyance? The nerve of this man. I shouldn't have fucking come to ask him. I should have just told Ashley some lie or something. But I couldn't live with the damn guilt. I have to remember that life doesn't end here in New York. I will still have to go back to my life in Boston. In fact, I can't fucking wait. I have
"Alright, Linc. I will schedule a quick meeting mid-week." Marcus says, drawing my attention from Amelia, who still won't meet my eyes. Fuck, I must be obvious to the rest of the room. Making her all the more awkward."Okay. We are done here then." I get up.Taking one last glance back at Amelia, I step out."Mr. Dimitri!" A voice calls to me before I enter my elevator. I turn around to see Ashley jogging towards me with Amelia tugging along behind her, reluctantly. She still looks angry. It's been a week. I should apologise. But for what? For having her best interests at heart? She has no idea what she wants to throw herself in by wanting us to be more than just stepdad and stepdaughter."Hi! I am Ashley..." The girl says, then pauses to catch her breath, Amelia rolls her eyes behind her, "I just wanted to thank you for accepting my application to intern here." She says with a bright smile."Oh, you are welcome." I say and all three of us descend into a short awkward silence. I get
"He is my stepdad, and my mother is dead. Of course, we are awkward because, in theory, we have no reason to be in each other's life anymore, but in practice, things are a bit more muddled, so awkward is our middle ground. Now, please, drop it. I don't want to talk about it." It is so easy to lie by omission.I am not exactly lying, but it is not the full truth anyway. We are awkward because we fucked and then he basically called me a child and said I should stay away from him because I can't control my emotions as well as he can. But he still wants to mess around with me on his own terms and shit. So yeah, of course, we are fucking awkward around each other in public."Okay, okay. I am sorry. I was just teasing around." Ashley puts her hand up. I glare at her and she tickles my feet."Yeah right." I go back to my phone."But, Charlotte has been going around with an explanation for the awkwardness." Ashley says cautiously after a few seconds of silence."Look at you, already caught up
Fuck, where did that come from? I literally saw him today. But that is it. Since I stood my ground against his charm a week ago, we haven't really seen eye to eye. Ashley being here with me is enough to distract me from thoughts of him, but I can't help myself. I miss what it felt like to be in his arms. I miss his kisses. It always shook me to the core."I know right! I didn't know you had it in you." Finally Ashley grabs the package containing our food and starts unpacking it. I breathe a sigh of relief. It actually feels good to offload all these on her. She is a great listener, though she could do away with the dramatic flair and effects. And I was crazy to think I could actually keep it away from her."Please. You don't have the monopoly on messiness." I scoff at her.She rolls her eyes and we settle into momentary silence to eat. We got Chinese take outs from my favourite place. Courtesy of Linc's money. I have been living comfortably since being here. I don't even remember whe
Linc Dmitri POV:"Come in." I call out, irritated at the knocking. Charlotte keeps interrupting me this morning, I know she is just doing her job, but I am extra irritable today. After the message I got from that French artist Kathryn was messing around two days ago, I have been a stressed mess.Amelia walks in, and I do a double take. There is something immediately different about her. Her makeup is bolder. Her pale blue eyes are highlighted beautifully, and her golden hair is done up with loose curls framing her face. My eyes take in her wanton body in the tight corporate dress, hugging her curves firmly, and I feel my breath catch in my throat. Every feeling of irritation slips out of me to be replaced instantly with desire. It is too easy with her. I always want her."Amelia." I want to ask why she is here, but I hold my tongue at the look of determination on her face. I believe she is supposed to be mad at me, and whilst I don't like it, I respect it enough to not just grab onto
The door swings open and Ashley walks in, she comes straight to where I am perched in the middle of the room in my expensive wedding dress that costs seven figures, designed by a top rated designer to flatter my body and make me look unreal. It was unspoken but also to make my tiny pregnant bulge not very visible. And it is perfect. I feel like a fairy in the low V-neck, long sleeved, ankle length gown made with sheer lace, embroidered with real diamonds along my silhouette. I feel pretty. "Are you okay?" She asks.I shake my head. I am far from okay. My life is a fairytale and I can't seem to snap to reality. We are having the wedding in a quaint countryside ranch in the south of France, magical and ethereal. How can I be okay? It is a small wedding. When I say small, I mean it is just Linc and I, Ashley and Dylan, Chris who is Linc's best friend who I am just meeting who happens to be a very jovial man with a wicked sense of humour, his girlfriend, a french model whose name was so
I am alone in the bed. But Linc's scent lingers in the pillows, sheets, my senses. His side of the bed is warm. I can tell he just left. But to where? It is still Sunday right? I look around for my phone, it is six p.m in the evening of the same day so he didn't go to work. My bladder pushes all the other thoughts from my head as I make to get up and go pee. After peeing, I look at myself in the mirror and I find that I can't quite recognise the woman looking back at me. Sensual and free. My eyes are glazed and it is not because of sleep. Wild and sated. My hair is a tousled mess atop my head, hanging loosely down to frame my breasts. Linc had left me multiple hickeys. On my neck, clavicle, shoulder, breasts, everywhere I look, he is there, he has claimed me in ways that I could never detach from. It is not our first time but something about the selfless way he pleasured my body till I came, felt different, new and exhilarating. I need him to come back from wherever he went to immed
I skip over her waiting flesh, the clean trim of her pussy, the little triangle of golden hair, I kiss her inner thighs, raising them up for easy access to the feast I am about to have. Amelia quakes in my arms, I can't help the cocky smirk that comes on my face. We are only just getting started, my love. I give her a little bite around her smooth bikini line and she shivers, the sound of her breathing is audible. Quicker. Shallower. I am positioned in between her thighs and I look up, holding her eyes. "Look at me, my love. I want you to watch me as I worship you." I say, my voice is raspy and endlessly choked full with emotions that overwhelm me. Her scent is in my head, clouding my senses, holding me captive, I am hers, forever. "Linc." She only breathes in response. Waiting. Hunger. Writhing. Arching. Pleading. Wanting. I lean down and run the pointed tip of my tongue through her slick pussy folds, maintaining eye contact, enjoying the rapturous look of pleasure stretching her
Linc Dmitri POV::I kiss her like she was life itself. She is my life. She is my everything. She just made me sob like a child with the heartwrenching news that she was pregnant. Never have I ever been that overwhelmed. Completely caught off guard. I am going to be a father at forty four. Amelia, my girl, my precious little love, she is going to make me a father. It is hardly believable, I can't seem to fully come to terms with it. When I turned forty, I kind of stopped bothering about the whole heir thing. I figured I would just pass down most of my wealth to charity and the other half to her, even if she wasn't in my life anymore. I reviewed my will a few months ago, before I even called her to come back to New York, I reviewed my will and made her the part beneficiary of my entire wealth. That was the extent of my loyal affection for her. I was never going to let her struggle for anything. And then she returned and we gave in to this beautiful fire that was our relationship and I
"What?" "What?" Linc's voice overshadows Ashley's. I look away from the intensity of his eyes burning into me. My heart is beating hard and fast. I am not scared or worried, I am a lot of things. A lot of bubbling emotions and I start crying again. It is definitely the hormones. The test I did didn't say how far along I was, just that I was pregnant. Positive. "When did you find out?" Linc is in front of me. Hovering above me. He is all I see through my tears, he places his hands on my cheek gently, softly, like I was a feather he could blow away easily, like I was fragile and he was scared of hurting me, I am crying too hard to talk and he just quietly swipes away the tears, cradling my face with so much affection, the tears would not stop falling. "Yesterday night." I manage to say through my tears. He pulls me close and I get lost inside him. His huge hard body engulfs mine and I look at Ashley, her face is wet again and she is trying to wipe her face clean, she pats down my ha
"I knew her through Trent. We paid her a condolences visit and help her out with little things occasionally." Ashley says and I realise that I asked her the question out loud. She is telling me her connection with Sheryl and it only makes the sense of dread tighten in the coil of my empty belly. "I pay her a visit every Thursday to check in on how she was doing. When I got there this week, she was drunk and started sobbing uncontrollably about revenge and all sorts of things I couldn't follow till she brought out the phone and showed me the video. She said she was going to share it since, but hadn't found the courage to. She was an emotional grieving mess. It was sad to watch. I stayed with her till she fell asleep and I took the phone and deleted it from the cloud it was saved on. When she wakes up and finds it gone, she might believe she did it herself when she was drunk or whatever. I went to your place that night but you weren't around. I expected to see you in class the next day
Amelia POV::I hear the knock at the door but I don't move. I don't know when I slept off last night, and when I open my eyes to see that it is morning, I couldn't believe it. Yet, I did not move even then, not even to go pee or brush my mouth. And now with that persistent knocking, I remain inert. I didn't order anything and I am not expecting anyone so maybe it is a neighbour's guest at the wrong door. I am not bothered to go check it out. They would leave when they figure it out. My entire world is spinning and I can't seem to get a grip. A thousand thoughts rush through my mind and none is comforting. I am hot and cold at the same time and I am hungry but incredibly nauseous and sensitive to the faintest smell. I couldn't keep anything down if I tried. I sit up suddenly, alarmed by the unmistakable click of the door and then it is open and I hear that familiar voice, that silky smooth baritone that makes my insides melt and feel like mush. Linc. A weak smile plays on my lips in s
"Mr. Dmitri, are you there?" Mr. Hageman's voice comes on again, polite and persistent. Sometimes, I forget about the man's existence in the house with me. But I feel his presence in how pristine he keeps the mansion. It is not an easy job to do, but he manages it all perfectly. His bookkeeping is honest and professional, I have had him for close to ten years now and I have never had any issues with his work. I send birthday and holiday cards to his wife and kids through my assistants every year. "Yes. Send her in. I will be down in thirty minutes." I reply, getting up. I didn't plan to get out of bed today but here comes Ashley of all people, to drag me out of it. I am very curious about her visit but not enough that I would clean up before meeting her. Amelia told me she doesn't have the best opinions of me and that makes her visit all the more suspicious. Is she here for Amelia? I thought they fell out with eachother. I take a quick cold shower, put on clean casual clothes and
Linc Dmitri POV::I stretch my arms out and I come up empty. Air. Nothing. She is not here. I open my eyes and glare at the sunlight splashing on my face. It is Sunday morning and I am in a foul mood. Just yesterday, I woke up in the best mood, with her soft body in my bed after a long night of ravaging her body to my soul's satisfaction. I woke up to her warm body snuggling into me and I couldn't resist fucking her again. And now, she is not here anymore. I can't wrap my head around anything. I swing my arm up to cover my eyes. I can't stand the brightness of the morning, it feels like the universe is taunting me. How can time be moving on when my world is unstable?Did she break up with me? Are we broken up? I am forty four and I can't tell. But I do know one thing. The ugly ache stuck in my chest. Her words hurt me and I was too numb to act when she finally said she had to leave because she needed space. I just watched her. And she left. It took me hours of stunned hurtful silence