"We are getting out of the house today." Linc has his hands on his hips, standing over me. I am laying flat eagled in the middle of his king sized bed. I smile cheekily at him, feeling my heart double in size. I am so in love with him, it makes no sense.It has been five days since my breakdown. Since Cecilia came and stirred my dormant emotions loose. Since those detectives and their unnerving questions. I fell ill. Linc nursed me to health within twenty four hours. But I remained on bed rest and he continued making me soup. He even baked a whole bread by himself. Sometime I can swear he is not real. But then he slides into bed beside me, holds me close till I fall asleep and even then, I still find it hard to actually believe that he is real. That he is mine. We spent the last three or four days in a kind of blissful blur. Lazy and uninspired. Long naps and even longer nighttime sleep. I don't know if Linc ever went to his home office to work in the last five days, I wonder how th
"What is wrong? Who is it?" Linc sees the hesitation on my face. I probably look silly in my strawberry pajamas set, crazy hair and sleep drawn face, lying flat on his bed. But all I see in Linc's eyes is love. Tender emotions. Warm feelings. It makes my heart swell with so much love, I fear it might explode. "Ashley." I say. Panicking, the longer I don't take the call because I know if I miss it, she probably wouldn't call back. "Oh. Why aren't you answering?" "I don't know." I push the answer button feeling silly for holding out so long. "Hi." I say tentatively. "Amelia! Hi." Ashley sounds lighter than I remember. More like her usual self. My heart stretches. Linc sees the smile on my face and gives me a reassuring nod, then he steps out of the room to give me some privacy even though it is not actually needed. "Ashley! How are you?" I ask. Keeping my tone light and neutral. "I am good. I called to check on you. I thought of you yesterday when I went to our apartment for som
"Are you sure, Amelia? Because I think your judgment is clouded because of your proximity to him but if you could only look at it from another point of view, I get his mother's angst. I would do the same thing to be honest. Linc is a rich powerful man. It is something he could do and keep silent about forever. He doesn't necessarily have to tell you." I can't believe what I am hearing. "Ashley, what are you trying to say? Are you worried for Tyler's welfare? Tyler?!" I sound as incredulous as I feel by her line of questioning. I understand that it mustn't be easy being asked questions by people you don't know about something you need to forget. I get the pressure that must be like on her. "If Linc killed him, he deserves to be found and given a proper burial at least." Is what she whispers back to me. I look at the phone in my hand in absolute shock. "Surely, you can't be serious, Ash. Please tell me this is a joke right now." I say, clinging desperately to the phone. I need her
"Ash, stay safe, okay? I love you and I am terribly sorry I put you in this situation. It breaks my heart. I wish you were here with me, so we could just hold eachother. I miss you." I try to keep my hurt away from my tone but it breaks nonetheless. I cover my face with my arm, pull the phone away and take steadying breaths. "Amelia. I love you too. You have to stop blaming yourself, I played a part too. You know how guilty I feel about being so dumb and delivering you straight to him? I couldn't even look you in the face at the hospital. I wasn't the only one he assaulted. He hurt you too. I don't know if I will ever forgive myself." Ashley starts crying and naturally, I follow. "You can flare up at his friends pestering you. You can threaten to report them for harassment. That should make them back off. You can stand your ground that you weren't close to him so you don't know whatever happened to him." I say, sniffing same time as she is. Overwhelmed by emotions. "I can flare up,
"Sorry, what did you say?" I ask, lifting my gaze from them and looking around. "I asked if you were not going to get something too." She says patiently. I look at her face and her cheeks are rosy tinted. She definitely saw me watching the kid and followed my train of thought. "I don't know. Do they have books on how to build wealth?" I say, my tone is light and teasing. Amelia grins at me. "Why? Aren't you already a billionaire or something?" She says. I like her sense of humour. She is rarely snarky or vapid or self condescending. Just funny as funny should be. Witty too. When I saw that she was going to college for architecture, I felt flattered. As the unruly closed off Nineteen year old that she was, she didn't say whether I had an influence on her decision or not. But I just allowed myself the delusion. "Nothing against wanting more. That is how anybody becomes rich." I say, smiling. It is the truth though. That was how anyone amassed wealth. You keep wanting and wanting mor
We load the books in the backseat of his car, Mr. Peter drives us to the mall in silence. I cuddle up with Linc in the backseat. "Are you thinking the same thing I am thinking?" I whisper, reaching up to kiss his Adam apple. Linc groans. I smile at him innocently. "Yes. I think I am." His hand around my waist tightens.It is hard not to get flashbacks of our last experience in this very space. It is the same car too. I don't know much about cars but I know enough to know that this is an expensive luxurious car. Spacious and drives fluidly. Sometime I forget I am in a car. "Good." I say with a laugh. It is like I am suddenly all too aware of the fact that we haven't had sex in five whole days and I am horny for him. I want him. The feeling builds up over the course of the day. "We are here, Amelia." Linc says. The car has stopped. I didn't notice. "Where is here?" I ask as he gets out to open the door for me. "The mall. It is the second place on our mini adventure list. Now that
That guy was just trying to butter me up so we buy more stuff. "Yeah. Let's go home now. This is enough outing for one day for me." The mall is crowded. I have not seen this many people at a place at once since college. It makes me nervous. "What? I really wanted that ice cream. We are almost there." Linc says, he points at a spot across from us with a queue. "Ugh." I grunt. "Come on. Aren't you curious though?" He asks. "About what?" I ask uninterested. If he is playing hard to get, it is becoming annoying. "What people see when they look at us. I know I am. The first girl assumed we were a couple. The second guy assumed you were my kid. I want to know what the third person would think." Linc says, tugging me along. Hand in hand, I think it would be tough to attach a label to us. Fathers and daughters hold hands in busy malls. That is pretty normal. So do couples. So it is vague enough for anyone to assume anything. Except it is someone that knows us personally. Which is unlike
"Ames..." Linc whispers into my mouth, his breath is hot and heavy with aftertaste of coffee and the vanilla ice-cream, it is an insanely good heady feeling and I feel tingles travel down to my toes. His hand reaches down to cover my hand on his fly with his huge palm, he shakes his head and his mouth on mine stretches with a smile. I am too hot with lust to find the humour. Out of my senses with pure lust, I feel like an animal on heat."Let's not scandalise Mr. Peter, love." He whispers into my mouth. I take his lower lip and I suck on it like I am starving. He groans into my mouth, his hand goes into my hair, he pulls gently at the base, he kisses me back with as much if not more passion. I go weak in the knees. I melt. "I don't care." I whisper, my voice is raspy, heavy with lust, I almost don't recognise it. I do care about Mr. Peter at the driver's seat knowing what we are doing back here but I am too high on desire right now to care about what the middle aged man would think.
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