I guess I already knew the answer to my question from the moment I picked up Tyler's call and the first thing he called me was 'father' in that taunting tone of his. I suspected this. Some parts of me knew it. But because of its absurdity, I shoved it to the back of my mind. I refused to dwell on it. In my head, it simply couldn't be. I refused to acknowledge it. But the evidence is currently avoiding my eyes. Face downturned in shame. I can't believe it. The car rolls down a smooth abandoned road quietly, cut off from the hustle and bustle of the main city roads, I can't tell where we are but I know it must be the suburbs or some inner part of the city. Sheryl and I both remain silent and my rage stews in the uncomfortable silence. This is unforgivable. All this madness and it was all for a lie. For both mother and son's sake, I really hope Amelia is unhurt. I really hope I get her back untouched and with as less trauma from the experience as possible. I can't promise what I would
"Get up, Sheryl. There is nothing I can do for you at the moment." I say and turn to Hernandez in the driver's seat."You think that is it?" "Yes. Abbie and the three guys with her would surround the building, we don't know if he is harmed or not. Also if he is alone or not. They will check if there are other entrance points and signal to me. What is the plan, Mr. Dmitri? I know we are keeping this as quiet as possible. Do you want him captured or...?" Hernandez looks behind to see Sheryl on her knees and trails off. Sheryl whips her head up at him in panic, she looks at me, I look away. "Just get Amelia out of there safe and sound. That is all that matters to me." I say watching Abbie and the men come out of their vehicle ahead of us, their weeapons are properly concealed and they look almost inconspicuous in rheir black leather clothings. Hernandez nods. "Linc! Please!" Sheryl cries.I can't stand being in the car with her anymore. I am thrumming with nerves as I watch Abbie sign
I see Hernandez and a hard faced woman walk into the room, guns out as they scan the room with it, other men in black leathers crowd the room, I take it all in like in a daze. My brain is too tired to follow everything logically. Linc drops to his knees in front of me and his hands cup my face gingerly, yet I wince in pain at the contact, I look at him numbly, his eyes are wet, I want to touch his face to make sure it is the Linc I know and love. That man doesn't cry. He is a solid unshakable rock. I have never seen him look this vulnerable. It tugs at my heartstrings. "Amelia. I am so sorry." He says, his gravelly baritone washes over me and I shut my eyes to savour the feel of it. It is not real. I am experiencing some kind of hypnosis due to my weak body. I can't fathom how he would be here to rescue me when I genuinely believed I was going to die here. Alone. "Linc?" I whisper, he is cutting away at the tight binds arond my ankles with a small sharp knife, his tears fall freely
"Yes. Trust me." He says. "Okay. Thank you. She took the worst of it." I try to sit up but my body is heavy, like I weigh a thousand pounds. My head is heavy too. Dull. I look around the sparsely decorated hospital room, it is spacious enough for two beds. "I know and I can't apologise to her enough. I doubt I will ever make it up to her. Or you." Linc says looking away from me for a second. I see the regret pronounced on his face so clearly, it tugs at my heart. "Can I see her? I want to see her." I don't know how I would do it, but I intend on walking down to her room right now. My body just refuses to cooperate. But I will go see her even if I have to wrestle with my weak body. "Are you sure?" Linc asks with a raised brow. I do a double take at his face, he looks ruggedly handsome. The man can pull of anything. Even extreme stress. How is he middle aged with that spotless face? "Why are you looking at me like that?" He asks, no trace of teasing in his tone. He is too far insid
I have to remember that Tyler still has that damaging video of us together. Nothing is holding him back from sharing it to the world now. Especially seeing the popularity Linc is suffering from after that french artist did his expose about my mom. In the storm of the past few days, I almost forgot about all that mess.I look at his sleeping face, and I lose myself, watching him sleep. I want to hold his face and kiss him awake. I have been given a second chance and I want to love him as openly and loudly as I dared. But I know I can't do that. I try to gently tug my hand away from his grip and he starts awake. Startling me. He looks at me with wide open eyes, he looks through me for a second, then he kind of wakes up, becomes fully alert, he looks around the room frantically, searching. "I am here. I am fine. I didn't want to wake you up." I say, holding his chin, my thumb caresses the roughness of his stubble. I have never known Linc to be this vulnerable. "Amelia." He says and wr
For the first time since I was rescued from Tyler, I feel the stirring of my anger come alive. Of the need to revenge. To cause him harm. I want to inflict ten times the amount of pain and humiliation he inflicted on me and Ashley in that warehouse. I want to make him bleed and beg. I want to watch the fear come alive in his eyes with me standing over him. "Ashley, he is still out there. He ran away." I say and it elicits the reaction I want. She stiffens and her mischievous grin bleeds off her face. "Oh." She says quietly, shrinking into herself. I feel awful. "Yeah, so I don't know the plan but I think you will be safer if you move into the mansion with us for the main time once you are discharged. It has more security." "Okay." She says, avoiding my eyes. "Yeah." Now that I have successfully stopped her deflection tactics, I find myself at a loss of what to say. There are topics to talk about, of course, but I just don't feel like discussing them at the moment anymore."Amelia
All I need is him. He is all I need. I have missed him. I am with him now but I still feel like he is far away. "Let me help you shave after lunch." I say across the table at him. I am not hungry, but I need the food for my drugs and supplements. I don't know what Linc told the hospital was the reason for my injuries or Ashley's, but nobody looked or treated me weird. He seemed to have kept things under wraps for the most part. That is what being a billionaire can afford you. The ability to choose how to handle a situation. We still have to talk about Tyler. About the tape he has and what that could mean for us if he decides to release it. About my mom and that french artist and all that mess. We have a lot to talk about and yet we have said nothing. I am okay with it. I am so tired of all the issues. I just want to be with him and not have our moment be interrupted or intruded upon. I deserve that much after the hell I have gone through. "Why? Do I not look sexy again? You said I
Linc POV::I do my hardest to keep my thoughts clean and dignified. But it is close to impossible with Amelia hovering above me. Pink tongue out, carved brows knit in concentration as she scrapes the shaving cream off my cheeks with gentle motions of the sharp blade. I can't think straight. It is impossible. Her steady breaths serenade me, I clench my fists. Fighting for every shred of control. And she is oblivious to it all. We decide to use the space under the shower head, there is a marble platform that I am using as a seat, whilst Amelia straddles me. Well almost. Our bodies do not touch, but she is close enough that the scent of her body overpowers my senses. I ache to reach out and hold her soft body. But I keep my hands to myself. I can't look in her eyes without feeling like a fraud. A failure. A liar. Incompetent. Useless. All the colourful adjectives that describes my inability to protect her when it was crucial. It is the one thing I have sworn to do and I failed. I shoul
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