I come awake slowly. Linc is lying in front of me. He has his eyes closed, I don't know if he is asleep or not. I have no way of knowing what time it is. But then I know I am famished. I think it was the hunger that woke me up from my stupor. I look around the still brightly lit bedroom, I catch sight of the time and gasp. It is midnight. Didn't we have a nine p.m dinner reservation at the Eiffel Tower? Linc stirs awake. His startling dark eyes take me in warmly. He gives me a smile. "Hey gorgeous." He says and he leans in to press a gentle kiss to my forehead. I inhale his breezy scent and I give him a smile. "Hi." I say. I realise that I am too hungry to say much. I am naked under the covers. The covers which is surprisingly dry. I remember the mess we were earlier on. Linc must have changed the sheets from under me. I don't think I would have woken up if a zombie apocalypse broke out after how I passed out from that wicked orgasm he gave me. I guess Paris is truly the city for
Linc Dmitri POV::"You look stunning, tonight." I say. It is the third time I am saying it and yet I feel like it is not enough to capture how much my heart is swelling with so much love at the beauty that Amelia is. Maybe it is the romantic air of Paris, I don't know, but I find that Amelia is exuding something more than my poor heart could handle. She is glittering. More than the lit up Eiffel Tower she keeps glancing at. We are seated at one of the more vantage spots in the exclusive restaurant with a close view of the Tower. I don't care much for it. I have seen it multiple times over the years. I have studied it. I know the less glamorous aspects of its architecture that keeps it standing. It holds less wonder for me compared to Amelia whose eyes lit up like stars when I brought her here. The restaurant happens to be a short walk from our hotel. It is our last night in Paris. We spent the first having mind blowing sex yesterday. And now the second which is actually the last is
"You old bastard! Fancy seeing you in Paris. What are you doing here? Are you sealing some deal with the french government? How come you of all people happens to be here?" Waltz is boisterous. I have to get up and take his handshake. "Mrs. Harrison. Lovely to meet you." I say to the woman with him, she offers me her hand and I give her a firm handshake, smiling. Waltz taps me on the shoulder like we are twenty year old guys meeting up randomly. "I am here for the same reason you are, Waltz." I say and then he looks at Amelia like he is seeing her for the first time. Amelia gets up stiffly, her bright smile is gone, replaced by a shy nervous one. "Ah! I see." Waltz gives Amelia a brief hug."Won't you introduce us at least?" Waltz says stepping back. "Amelia, meet Waltz, a business friend. Waltz, meet Amelia, the love of my life." All three of them go silent at my introduction. I rack my head to recall if there was any chance that Waltz knew Kathryn and Amelia together. I highly d
"What are you humming?" Linc whispers to me, I am resting sideways against his huge body, we are in the backseat and Monsieur Beau is in the driver's seat, quiet as a mouse. "What?" I ask, totally oblivious to the fact that I was humming anything. "I don't even know." I say, smiling with my cheek on his shoulder. He is rubbing my arms in a persistent massage, and he doesn't stop no matter what. "Are you that happy?" He asks, I hear the teasing in his tone. I am not afraid to admit it. "Yes. Yes, I am." I say, smiling again. We talked extensively last night on our walk. About important things and irrelevant things. We said a lot and nothing in between. It was incredibly settling to know where I stand with him. Going away from New York together has been eye opening to me about how much fear I let control in terms of my relationship with him. Even before Tyler kidnapped me. I had always been afraid. I couldn't stay away from him and yet I was always so scared of being found out. I
"Why didn't you tell me I was going to be your substitute assistant?" I ask immediately I push through Linc's office door. I am not mad about it, just surprised. He fired Charlotte on Friday, he must have told HR about his decision that same day, we spent our glorious weekend in Paris and all throughout the lazy Sunday evening we spent together back home, he didn't mention it once. Linc looks up at me with dull dark eyes from being immersed in his work computer and he winces."Shit. I am sorry. It slipped my mind. I thought I told you. Or you knew. I don't know how I forgot to actually talk about it with you." He says apologetically, he abandons his work that he was obviously very engrossed in to give me his full attention. It is one of those little gestures that I find very endearing."Oh. It is fine. I am just surprised. I had to spend three hours down there in engineering before Marcus told me." I say. The news is actually great news. To say I don't get along with the people down
"Okay, Miss Hugh, you say you were fired by Mr. Dmitri, CEO and founder of the top architectural company, Titan's Construct, unlawfully? No warning or anything. And you believe this was done because of personal unprofessional reasons?" Sophie Rogan's voice carries high and sharp, it hits me like a whip. Linc walks back to the table, he sits down, there is no expression on his face yet, I find that chilling, this must be something he didn't expect from Charlotte. And yet something that only she could do. Vindictive and hateful as usual."Yes. I have reasons to believe it was for personal reasons. That is why I came here. I was great at my job. He never had any professional concerns when I was in charge. We worked seamlessly together. In fact, when he had to stay away from work for a few weeks due to a personal issue, I held down the forte. I made sure I kept his affairs in order. Then he comes back and fires me? Just like that. It isn't fair. It is not fair at all." Charlotte has put i
"Amelia? Amelia." I hear Linc calling my name. I am zeroed in on the screen. Tuning him out. His hold on my hand is tight and I ignore it. My breathing is ceasing and I don't do anything about that either. Everything that matters in this moment is what Charlotte has to say to the world about me. "When you say, 'compromising position,' what exactly do you mean, Charlotte? We don't want to assume anything unpalatable. You say this was his stepdaughter? You mean Kathryn Tanner had a daughter?" Sophie Rogan asks, sparing a conspiratory glance at the camera, I feel like she is winking at me before twisting the knife farther into my side. I recall that it is quite normal for people outside of Kathryn's close circle to know of my existence. "Yes. Amelia Tanner. Kathryn had her with her first husband, years ago. She is twenty two now." Charlotte replies with a bitter sneer, like my age was important somehow. Oh. It is. For the accusation she is leveling at Linc and I, my age is an importa
"Oh." Is all I say. "I have the draft ready, Mr. Dmitri. We will be sending the refrains to the news station first thing tomorrow morning. Though I think it is important to point out that this wouldn't affect what they already broadcasted because it is a live show. There is nothing we can do about that. But we can restrict reproduction of the broadcast from them legally. About the general public, I am afraid there is not much we can do about bits of the broadcast that was recorded being posted on the internet." Mr. Harvey, the lawyer, says. He has a reassuring voice that does nothing to reassure me right now. I need definite solutions. Not suggestions. Not halfway hopeful attempts at solutions."Do we know for sure if there are records of the broadcast already being shared on the net?" I already know the damning answer to that question. "Yes." Mrs. Delgado quips up, simply. I sigh and lean back in my chair. Heartbroken. My heart actually feels like it is shattered into a million li
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