I don't like thinking about Tyler getting his hands on her because it sours whatever good mood I happen to be in. So I push that bastard to the back of my mind. Hernandez still has no leads about his whereabouts. The police haven't come back, as far as I know, they also don't have anything on his whereabouts. I have not heard from Sheryl since she left here. I am wary about Amelia going out and about when this Tyler case is still such an open dead end, but she is right. She doesn't have to spell it out for me. She can't stay cooped up in my mansion forever. I can't keep her confined in here forever. It is never what I want for Amelia. I always wanted her to soar. Even at my expense, I needed Amelia to fly. "I have three weeks left of the program. I would like to finish it." She says, resting her face in my hand. She is so soft. I caress her warm skin gently, afraid I might bruise her just by this light touch. I don't say anything, I just nod. My heart is thumping at a rate that co
"What do you want, Amelia? All you have to do is tell me. I will follow your wish. You have the power here. I want you to never forget that. You are young. You have so much potential. You have yet to see the world how you should. How I want you to. I want everything good for you. All the best the world can offer. I never want to be in any position where I hold you back for any reason whatsoever. It is never what I want for you. So tell me, Amelia, what do you want this to mean for us? I am an old guy, I will be fine." Linc gives me a smile and I have never seen anyone smile look so melancholic. It tugs at my heart and the tears starts flowing down my cheeks. I wipe them off, irritated. But still, they pour. Linc wipes them off with his thumbs. I am not sobbing because I am sad, I am just overwhelmed with my intense unwavering love for this man. Being in love with Linc and living with him all alone in his mansion, cut off from the outside world and just being immersed in the gentili
"Everybody wanted to know why Tyler and Ashley did not resume with me. More than they even wanted to know why I stopped showing up." I say solemnly. Just talking about it sets my mood back a notch.When I say everybody wanted to know, I mean the whole damn engineering department and some people I have never seen from other departments too. Apparently, Tyler had endeared himself as he is used to, with the crowd here in the incredibly short time he spent working here. "Different kinds of rumours and speculations have been brought to me for clarification just this morning alone and I can only smile politely and say I have no idea why he is not here so many times. Marcus is no help. I think most of the rumours started from him since he believed he was closest to Tyler, so in a bid to not show his embarrassment at the realisation that Tyler just used him to get into Titan, he went crazy with his speculations." I take a sip of my water. It is cold but it fails to soothe my nerves. It stin
"I knew you can be impatient, but damn, Ames. This is a whole new level." Linc says, laughing, eyes on the road ahead, I drink in his gorgeous side profile. I don't think it is possible for me to ever be over how hot he is. How can he be middle aged? Or I just don't know what middle aged means or looks like anymore. He doesn't look a day older than thirty. My God. "Just tell me where we are going! The suspense is killing me. I don't even know if I am dressed right." I say, pouting. I brought a jacket, but my flimsy sundress with its spaghetti straps and figure enhancing outline wouldn't hold its own in a fancy restaurant. Though I doubt that is where he is taking me. For one, we are heading outside of the city. "You are perfect." He glances sideways at me, then he grabs my left thigh through the slit in the dress, his hand on my skin is like electricity and his eyes holding mine is intense. Just casually intense like that is normal. Looking at me like that. My mouth goes dry. I swa
"Look at that." Linc whispers into my ears through my earpiece, his voice is like a soothing balm in addition to the stunning view of the orange ball casting bright vibrant colours on the city beneath, making everything look magnificent and unreal. It is like a scene from a movie. So much ethereal beauty. "Yes." I whisper back. Because it is all I can look at. It is stunning. Breathtaking. Linc has the helicopter hovering around the helipad of Titan's Construct, I didn't even know the building had an helipad. But of course, that is normal. Completely on brand. It was also a very short trip from that hangar to the city centre. I didn't have the time to be terrified. Linc just attained new levels of hotness for me. Watching him maneuver the aircraft so expertly and confidently made me throb for him. I wanted to touch him. Feel his naked skin glide against mine. Linc lands the helicopter perfectly on the helipad atop his firm's building like it is something he has done countless times.
I have always loved you, Amelia. I have always loved you, Amelia. I have always loved you, Amelia.The kiss gets heated and intense. I can't get enough of him and I can't give more of myself to him. I don't know how to do that without obliterating my very being. That is how badly I crave the feeling of being one with him. Becoming one. This magnetic man. This absolutely hot and selfless protector. He is the embodiment of an alpha male. He is everything I have ever dreamed of and more. To hear that I wasn't alone with those taboo feelings is incredibly humbling. And he was very selfless about his. Because he didn't do anything inappropriate with me till I was ready. I am still young, but twenty two is way better than nineteen in terms of maturity. Also, he was married to my mother. Legally. "Me too, Linc. Linc. Me too. I have always loved you." I gasp the words when he lets me up for air. I feel like my heart could burst open. "I know, love. I always knew." Linc replies, reaching f
"Linc. Linc. Please. Please." My face is hot. My neck is hot. My head is hot. My muscles are screaming. Begging. I need the release like a drug and I anticipate it because I know how wonderful it will feel. "Okay, love." He whispers against my skin. The calm before the storm. Still keeping his rhythm inside me, he presses his thumb against my throbbing erect clitoris, right in the middle of the all the concentrated nerve endings and I don't stand a chance anymore. I give in. I give up. I let go with a loud scream of pure pleasure that I am convinced the whole city has to hear. "My beautiful beautiful girl." I hear Linc whispering over and over again, kissing my hair, holding onto me tight so my uncontrollably jerking body doesn't hurt itself. I am screaming my climax, unintelligible words, mindless and free and he looks out for me.As he has always done. The love of my life. ♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎Linc's POV::It is a good day. I have managed to keep my mood positive all day. Even humming occas
The whole stereotype of them. They have the uncanny ability to seem genuine when they are anything but. A part of me knows that I am hard on Cecilia because she is the easiest person to direct all my pent up grievances against how Kathryn ended our marriage. I know that but I don't even feel remorseful about it because she knew. Their friend group knew and for all of Cecilia's fake friendship offerings to me, she never let me know she knew about Kathryn's relationship with the french artist till it was too late. I was the rich fool whose reputation gave them credibility so they always wanted to be associated with me. As much as I don't want it to, it stings to realise I was nothing more than a credit card to these women. "We are not friends, Cecilia. We were never. That is what you are missing." I say, tone hard and unrelenting. She sighs like she can't bother to worry about my anger. It only makes me madder. I glance at the watch on my wrist. I have to get out of here in ten min
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