"Hi. Yes." I say weakly. I feel a sadness unfurl in my chest, knowing that Ashley is only calling me to talk about Tyler's death. I have sent her several check in messages over the past few weeks that she hasn't replied to. But she is calling me now to scream about Tyler. "So he killed him, afterall." She whispers, like she is confirming it to herself rather to saying it to me. "He didn't. Linc had nothing to do with it. It is likely suicide. I will know for sure today when Linc comes back from the police." I hate to sound defensive but how else am I supposed to sound? I don't feel like getting into this again with her. "How are you so sure?" She asks and I can't get past the sneer in her tone. "Because I am! Okay! Because I know him! Linc didn't kill Tyler! If it wasn't suicide, then he had some other dangerous business going on that we we had no idea about." I didn't plan on losing my cool but Ashley is pushing it. "You were there! I was there too! He ran away! Linc
Eventually, the kiss eases off its intensity. Linc places small passionate kisses all over my face, gently, warmly, he holds me in his arms and doesn't let go. When he finally stops and I open my eyes, he gives me a smile that makes him look way too handsome to be real. My heart skips a beat. He pulls me down so we are snuggling close on the soft plushie. Being pressed against his hard body and the soft cushion is blissful. We don't say anything for a while, just laying together in each other's warmth. He points at my phone a few feet away from us, "you threw it there, didn't you?" He doesn't ask why because he thinks he know the reason. He believes I was online again, reading all the public opinion about shit they had no idea about. So I tell him the truth, "Ashley called." I say quietly. "Oh, your best friend. How is she?" He asks kindly. If only he knew the opinion Ashley held of him. I know I can't really blame her because she didn't know him that much. But still. She should b
"Okay. Hernandez has our voice recordings from that day. My lawyer thinks they can discard it as doctored or whatever, but, put together, we can present a solid case." Linc says, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me in closer. I can't breathe against his solid chest, but that is fine by me. "Yeah, I think so." My voice comes out muffled and he laughs, releasing me by an inch. I pull my chin up and inhale."What is the good news then?" I ask."They already closed the case as a suicide. Autopsy matches. He just jumped in. Drowned. There is little to nothing that suggests foul play. They can't pinpoint the exact date he did it, but it is maybe two or three days after he ran away from us." Linc say, his tone has a somber lilt to it. Regardless of everything Tyler did, it is still a sad thing that he died like that. He was young and he had potential. He has left behind a broken hearted mother. Linc's got a heart of gold and I know it. He was never going to hurt him physically. At leas
"Linc, I need you to fuck me. Hard. Now. I need you. I want to forget. I want to be free." She whispers and I promptly lose control. Lose my fucking mind. That is how much power she wields over me. It is impossible to explain. I slide down her body, dragging her down along with me till she is halfway to the ground, yanking off her dress, not taking the time to revere her golden skin, her underwear comes next, I don't waste any time before I am burying my face in her glistening softness. Her sharp moans fill my ears. My head. My senses. I am prostrating flat on the thickly lined rug floor, my arms around her hips, my face in between her thighs, her scent in my head. Overpowering. I growl into her, I can't have enough. Amelia quakes around me. It's my cue and I take it. I reach up to kiss her on the mouth, she responds hungrily, tasting herself on my tongue. She is so sensual, I don't know what to do with myself. I pull back so I am kneeling on the floor, her hips in my hands, I pul
Linc went back to work a week ago. He had to. He got a new executive assistant. Apparently, Charlotte's stunt only made the position of being Linc Dmitri's executive assistant all that more attractive. Everyone who was qualified came fighting for the role. They couldn't believe someone would fumble the role that Charlotte did. He got a highly qualified professional male executive assistant who would definitely not be interested in his personal life or gossips around the firm. I didn't go back with him. I couldn't stomach going back so soon and since he got an assistant, I wasn't needed there anymore. I was content to stay home. I spent the free time returning to my books. Trying to get back into the mindset of a student. Rekindling the studying spirit, more like. It was just three months away but those three months have been the most eventful of my entire life. I have changed in so many fundamental ways. Sometimes, I look in the mirror and I almost don't recognise the full grown mat
Amelia POV::I am walking to campus today. It is a thirty minutes walk and I hate the exercise but I am too nervous to drive. It is the first day back and Ashley still hasn't replied to my latest messages asking her when she was resuming. Her stuff was still in her room in my apartment. Untouched. Her family lived in town but she hadn't wanted to go to college from there and she didn't want to stay in hostels either, that is how we ended up being roommates. But now it is clear she has changed her mind. Else, it would be too heartbreaking if she was already living with a new roommate. There is a chance I will see her in class today and I am nervous about that because I don't know how to act with her. I still don't have an explanation for her silence. The Ashley I know, the Ashley that was my sister before our joint kidnapping, that Ashley would have tried to hash out the issues we were having. She would have insisted on it. She always hated conflicts and malice. It made her uncomfort
. I look out into the rows and rows of empty seats and the small group of people at the front. Well, I will get good seats afterall."Hey! Amelia!" I know that voice. I look ahead in the direction of it and sure enough, it is Dylan. Waving at me with a big smile like I was a long lost friend. He is sitting alone in the second row of seats to the left. There are four empty spaces in that row and nobody is sitting with him. "Hey, Dylan. Happy first day of resumption." I greet him as I slide in next to him. Nobody pays us any attention. The few people around are classmates whom I have never crossed paths with and everybody is in cliques, having their own discussions and all. Dylan is smiling at me. I return his smile and ask, "what is happening? Why is there barely anyone around?" "There is only one explanation." He says with an upbeat tone that I don't follow. "They are all hungover! I left the party early but I have heard it got really wild and didn't wrap up till about five this m
"Oh. No, I knew about it. Uh. Yeah. I knew about it." I say, turning away so he doesn't see my red face. "That was crazy. Wasn't it?" He asks. I start panicking. Quietly. Dylan saw us in Paris. It would be easier for him to believe Charlotte's insinuations. "She just ruined her career. I doubt anybody would hire her after that stunt she pulled." Dylan adds when I don't reply for a second too long. "Yeah. That is what I think too." I manage to say. I can't read his tone or what he is trying to drive at. I turn to look at him, there is nothing suspicious on his face. I remind myself what a surface personality Dylan has. He adores Linc. Of course, he didn't believe Charlotte's claims. But still, it is such a haunting reminder of reality. Being back there in Linc's mansion, I was shielded from the actual reach of that scandal, it is scary to meet someone who knows about it in real life, outside of that online world. Even though he is blindly on Linc's side, it still weirds me out. I
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