Amelia's POVBlair launched into a detailed account of how she had found out that Thomas had been cheating on her with Sandra and the fight that came after, her voice filled with a raw mix of anger and hurt. My heart ached for her. This wasn't just a simple break-up; it was a shattering of trust and a future they'd both envisioned.As she spoke, I threw off the covers and shuffled towards the kitchen, the phone tucked between my ear and shoulder.By the time I poured myself a steaming cup of coffee and grabbed a bagel, Blair had finished recounting the fight. Now, a hesitant note had crept into her voice as she explained the one-night stand. She told me about the club, the overwhelming pain, and the chance encounter with this guy named James.I walked back to my room, carrying my bagel and coffee in both hands with my phone between my ear and my shoulder. "I know, I know," she said, anticipating my reaction. "It wasn't me. But I just… I don't know, Amelia. Maybe I just needed an esca
Amelia's POVI feigned a gasp, clutching my chest dramatically. "A monster? Here? On a bright Sunday morning?"Chloe, undeterred by my theatrics, nodded sagely. "Monsters don't have calendars, silly. They can come anytime.""True, true," I conceded. "But fear not, brave adventurer, for Aunt Amelia is here to protect you."She looked at me like she did not believe me, scanning my body with an adorable wrinkle on her face and making me chuckle. Suddenly, there was a yell from the kitchen just as the smoke alarm started ringing. Chloe and I took one look at each other before rushing downstairs. I got to the kitchen and saw Eddie frantically waving a towel at a burning pan. He was swearing like a teenager who just learned about cuss words for the first time. He was surrounded by a cloud of smoke at the stove and fanning it with his hand.“AH! Amelia! Help!” He was still swatting at the smoking pan.I push by him and pick up the pan. He had already turned off the burner, and nothing wa
Amelia's POVThe rest of the morning unfolded in a flurry of activity. Eddie managed to salvage some pancake batter, which we transformed into a passable (if slightly smoky-flavored) breakfast. Chloe, thrilled with the idea of a movie marathon, helped with decorating the living room with colorful blankets and plush toys. By the time we settled in on the couch, a mountain of popcorn nestled between us, Chloe snuggled between Eddie and me, the earlier tension had evaporated.As the opening credits of a Disney movie rolled on the screen, I found myself stealing a glance at Eddie. He was completely absorbed in the film, occasionally whispering funny commentary that made Chloe erupt in giggles. There was a tenderness in his expression, a genuine love for his daughter that warmed my heart. It was a side of him I hadn't seen often during our college days, when ambition had been his driving force.A pang shot through me, a reminder of the unspoken complications swirling beneath the surface of
Amelia's POV"Come in, come in," Eddie's voice boomed from behind me, snapping me out of my thoughts. He appeared in the doorway, looking momentarily surprised by the sight of me and Blair facing each other. "Blair, this is Amelia. My nanny, and… a friend."He seemed flustered, glancing between us like a man caught in the middle of a tug-of-war. Blair's smile returned, but it held a hint of smugness now."A nanny, huh?" she said, her voice laced with a meaning I couldn't quite decipher. "Well, how convenient to have childcare readily available."My blood ran cold. Was she implying something? Was there something more to her relationship with Eddie than just business? I felt a surge of anger, a bizarre mix of protectiveness and jealousy bubbling up inside me."Actually," I interrupted before I could say something I'd regret later. "It's my day off today. I was just leaving."Eddie's face fell. "But Amelia…" he began, his voice laced with disappointment. "We were just going to…""Another
Amelia's POVHis smile was wide and friendly."Excuse me," he began, his voice warm and inviting. "Couldn't help but notice you were all alone. Mind if I join you for a bit?"Hesitation flickered across me. The last thing I needed right now was unwanted company. Yet, his smile held a genuineness that was oddly disarming."Uh…" I stammered, unsure of what to say. "Actually, I'm waiting for someone." It wasn't entirely a lie. A part of me hoped Eddie might call, explain the situation with Blair.He raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Really? Because from where I'm standing, that coffee looks awfully lonely." He gestured to the empty seat opposite me. "Come on, give a guy a chance to brighten your day. The name's Ethan."Something about his easy confidence and playful demeanor chipped away at my resistance. The events of the morning felt heavy, and a small part of me craved a distraction, a brief escape from the swirling confusion in my head."Amelia," I replied, a hesitant
Amelia's POVThe warmth from his touch lingered on my fingertips as I handed his phone back. "There you go," I said, a lightness returning to my voice for the first time since the morning."Perfect," he grinned, pocketing his phone. "Now, how about I walk you home? It's getting dark, and frankly, the company wouldn't hurt."I looked up at the bright sky with the shining, warm sun hidden behind a cloud, shielding my gaze with one hand and turned back to look at him with a brow arched. He chuckled gently, a slight blush staining his cheeks. "I ran that line over and over again in my head to make sure that it was perfect and yet, I somehow missed that the time of the day was incorrect," he admitted sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. I pondered for a moment. The thought of walking home alone with my swirling emotions wasn't particularly appealing. Besides, Eddie – Ethan, I reminded myself – seemed harmless enough."Sure," I agreed, rising from the booth. He he
Eddie's POVMy gaze darted from the closed door to Bianca, who sat perched on the edge of my desk, fiddling with a pen in her perfectly manicured hands. Her usual confident demeanor seemed to have evaporated, replaced by a mixture of apprehension and what appeared to be…defiance?A wave of anger washed over me, momentarily eclipsing the confusion that had been swirling in my gut."Bianca," I growled, my voice laced with steel. "What the hell was that?"Bianca looked up, her eyes wide with feigned innocence. "What do you mean, Eddie?" she purred, her voice dripping with honeyed sweetness."Don't play dumb with me," I snapped, striding towards her. "You know exactly what I mean. Creeping all over me like that, in front of Amelia no less!"Bianca's smile faltered slightly, a flicker of annoyance crossing her previously innocent facade. "Honestly, Eddie," she huffed, straightening her designer skirt. "You're overreacting. It was a friendly touch.""It wasn't friendly," I countered, my voi
Eddie's POV"It's not about what she has or doesn't have, Bianca," I sighed. "It's about the connection we share, the way we make each other feel.""And what about us?" she pressed, her voice trembling slightly. "Don't we have a connection, Eddie?""We have a friendship, a professional respect," I clarified, hoping to gently but firmly shut down any further misinterpretations. "But that's all it is, and that's all it will ever be."Bianca's lips formed a thin line, her jaw clenched tightly. The air crackled with unspoken tension, and I could practically feel the storm brewing within her."Look, Bianca," I said, trying a different approach. "I value you as a colleague, but this conversation is getting us nowhere. Perhaps it's best if you leave. I need some time to…process everything."It wasn't what I wanted to say, but I needed some space, some time to clear my head and disentangle the jumbled mess of emotions swirling inside me. The guilt over Amelia's hurt expression, the surprise o
Amelia’s POVIt's been a few weeks since Eddie and I had gotten back together. It had taken him only a couple of weeks to convince me to move in with him again, but this time around, it was not as his nanny or his chef, it was as his girlfriend. According to him, he wanted to spend as much time as possible before I had to go back to Florida to resume duty with my agency. Jenna had been slammed with a restraining order along with the promise of a lawsuit if she did not leave us alone. For good measure, Eddie had made sure to properly adopt Chloe as his legal daughter. That way Jenna would not be able to cause us any more trouble.“Babe! Hurry up, we're gonna be late!” That was Edie yelling from downstairs, while I was in the closet in his… in our room, getting ready. Together with my parents, Blair, James, and Chloe, we were all going to a restaurant to celebrate my mom finally beating cancer.I looked down at Chloe who had gotten her hand on my lipgloss and was now putting it on and
Eddie’s POVAmelia's gaze flickered between me and the bustling crowd before she sighed and gestured toward a doorway at the back."Let's talk somewhere else, shall we?"I did not want to have to talk to her. I wanted to be with her at my home, where I could talk to her and have all to myself."Forget the break room," I said, a newfound determination coursing through me. "Let's go somewhere we can actually talk."Amelia hesitated, then shrugged. "Alright," she conceded. "But I do have to finish my shift first."Frustration bubbled up within me, but I knew pushing her wouldn't help. "Fine," I muttered, trying to tamp down on my impatience. "How long?""Just another hour," she replied, checking her watch. "How about we meet somewhere? My place isn't really ideal.""My place is close by," I offered, surprising myself with the boldness. "It's quiet, we can talk there."Amelia raised an eyebrow. "Your place? That wasn't exactly part of the plan, Eddie.""Well, plans change," I said, a play
Eddie’s POV"It was a mistake, Eddie," she choked out, her voice barely audible. "A one-time thing… a long time ago.""A one-time thing?" I repeated, my voice cracking. The image of a younger, naive Jenna flashed before my eyes, a girl I thought I knew everything about. Now, she seemed like a stranger."Who was he?" I demanded with the need to know gnawing at me.Jenna hesitated, then whispered a name I vaguely recognized. It was someone from the film industry, a rising star she'd met during her brief stint in Los Angeles. They had a short fling, a whirlwind romance that ended as quickly as it began.The revelation hit me like a sucker punch. All the doubts I'd ignored, the whispers in the back of my mind, the nagging feeling that things weren't quite right – it all came flooding back with a terrifying clarity. Years of my life were built on a lie. Chloe, my sweet, innocent daughter, was caught in the crossfire of my naivety and Jenna's betrayal.Fury boiled within me, a churning infe
Eddie’s POVThe doctor gave a small smile. "Of course. Let her rest for a few minutes, and then you can go in."As we waited, James explained what little he knew. He'd been picking up Chloe from school when a call came through from the hospital. Apparently, another kid had swerved into Chloe's path while riding his scooter.A surge of anger flared up within me. How could someone be so careless? But the anger quickly dissipated, replaced by a fierce protectiveness over my little girl.Minutes later, we were ushered into the room. Chloe lay propped up in bed, her face pale and drawn, a white cast encasing her arm. Tears welled up in her eyes as she saw me."Daddy!" she cried out, her voice small and wobbly.My heart ached at the sight of her distress. "Hey, champ," I said, rushing to her side and pulling her into a gentle hug, careful not to jostle her injured arm. "It's okay, I'm here now."She buried her face in my chest, her small body trembling slightly. I showered her with comforti
Amelia’s POVThe question hung heavy in the air. Friends? Could we really go back to that after everything that had happened? A part of me longed for the simplicity of our old friendship, the easy camaraderie we'd shared. But another part of me worried that friendship wouldn't be enough. The feelings I had for Eddie, the unspoken desires that had simmered beneath the surface of our relationship, wouldn't just disappear. They would linger, a constant reminder of what could have been.Taking a deep breath, I typed out a reply. "I… I don't know, Eddie. Honestly, I need some time to think. This whole situation has been a lot to process.""I understand," he replied almost instantly. "Take all the time you need. Just know that… I care about you, Amelia. More than you probably realize."His words sent a blush creeping up my neck. Did he really feel the same way? Or was this just a desperate attempt to hold onto me in any way he could? I didn't have the answers, and the uncertainty gnawed at
Amelia’s POVI stared at the message for what felt like an eternity, my mind a battlefield of conflicting emotions. Finally, with a shaky breath, I typed out a reply."Eddie," I began, my fingers hovering over the screen, "I… I don't know what to say. Thank you for the money. It means the world to me and my mom. But ...is everything alright? James said you collapsed. Are you in the hospital?" I hit send, the weight of the question hanging heavy in the air. The money, the cryptic message – it all pointed to something more serious than he was letting on.The wait for a response stretched into an agonizing eternity. Just as I started to pace the room, my phone buzzed. It was Eddie."Amelia," his voice rasped through the phone, weaker than I'd ever heard it. "Yes, I'm in the hospital. They're still trying to figure things out, but the doctor says I have Angiina due to stress."My chest tightened. Stress. The word echoed in my head, a stark reminder of the turmoil I'd left him in. "Eddie,"
Amelia’s POVI knew that there was no way that he and Jenna had actually been together in the way that she had been insinuating.Jenna had probably been playing another of her manipulative tricks. Regardless, I was exhausted and had had to tell myself that it would be better to end it with Eddie than to be dealing with hurt and frustration every day. James had been giving me updates on both Chloe and Eddie and although I knew I should tell him to stoop so that I could have a clean break, I did not think I had the heart to do so.The rhythmic rumble of the bus engine vibrated through the worn leather seat I occupied. Outside the window, the cityscape blurred into a kaleidoscope of colors, each passing image signifying my new reality. A reality where I, Amelia Brooks, was no longer Eddie Turner's nanny. Today's successful interview meant I could finally stand on my own two feet, financially independent. A bittersweet victory, considering the reason behind this newfound freedom.A soft c
Eddie’s POVHis words held a truth that stung. Jenna's behavior had become increasingly erratic, her possessiveness suffocating. But the thought of facing Amelia, of dredging up the hurt and confusion of that day, filled me with dread.I could not say anything, I could only nod my head in response. Just then, my head began to pound again, this time around in sync with my heart.My vision swam, the pounding in my head morphing into a relentless drum solo. The room seemed to tilt on its axis, James' concerned face warping into a blurry mess. A guttural cough ripped through me, sending another jolt of pain lancing through my chest."James…" I croaked, the word a raspy whisper. My hand reached out, blindly grasping for something solid. My fingers brushed against the armrest of the chair, anchoring me momentarily."Eddie, mate! What's wrong?" James' voice was laced with alarm, his concern cutting through the fog clouding my mind."Head…" I managed, the word slurred. My grip on the armrest
Eddie’s POVAmelia had left a gaping hole in my heart."But will she ever come back?" Chloe persisted, her lower lip trembling slightly."I… I don't know, sweetheart," I admitted, the truth a bitter pill to swallow. A heavy sigh escaped Chloe's tiny lips. "Okay," she mumbled, staring out the window with a wistful expression. The silence stretched between us, thick with unspoken emotions.Reaching over, I squeezed her hand gently. "Look," I began, my voice softened with love. "No matter what happens with Amelia, you'll always be my little girl. And no matter what, I'll always be here for you. Always."Chloe looked at me, a flicker of reassurance sparking in her eyes. "Really?" she asked, her voice a hesitant whisper."Really," I confirmed, my voice firm with conviction. "You're the most important thing in the world to me, you know that?"She nodded slowly, a small smile gracing her lips. For a moment, the tension seemed to ease, a fragile connection established between us.Reaching t