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
Eddie's POVJust then, the clatter of the front door opening jolted me out of my brooding. I expected to see Chloe, perhaps thirsty after a long nap, but instead, I saw Amelia walking in, a small smile on her lips. She seemed to be lost in thoughts, not even knowing when I approached and leaned against the wall. "And where have you been?" I growled out.Amelia's POVThe unexpected question threw me off balance. I swallowed the lump in my throat, forcing a semblance of calm into my voice. "Just went out for some air," I replied, my gaze flitting away from his accusatory stare.Eddie's frown deepened. "Air?"I needed a break," I countered, my voice firmer this time. The guilt that had been gnawing at me earlier was slowly morphing into irritation."A break from what?" he pressed, taking a step closer. His proximity was suffocating, amplifying the confusion and hurt swirling inside me."From everything," I said vaguely, refusing to elaborate. I didn't need to justify my actions to him,
Amelia's POVI had been sending mixed signals, clinging to a fragile hope while simultaneously pushing him away with the label of "employer-employee."His words, harsh as they were, carried an undeniable truth."I…" I stammered, searching for a defense that wouldn't crumble under the weight of his accusations. "Maybe… maybe you're right," I admitted reluctantly. "Perhaps I did send mixed signals."His blue eyes narrowed, searching my face. "Perhaps?" he echoed, his voice still laced with anger. "You were the one pulling away when things got intense, Amelia. You were the one who insisted on this strict employer-employee boundary."A wave of guilt washed over me. He was right again. Every time he'd tried to bridge the gap, I'd retreated, clinging to the fragile line I'd drawn to protect myself. Fear, a leftover from the painful ending of our past relationship, had held me back."I..." I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. The carefully constructed wall of anger that had shielded
I held my breath, waiting to see the expression on Eddie's face. Would it be anger? Hurt? Disdain?He eventually came out of his office, but his face was like an unreadable mask. His jaw was clenched tight, his eyes stormy and devoid of the vulnerability I'd seen just moments before. He looked like a man who had built a fortress around his emotions, shutting himself off completely.For a moment, we stood there, locked in a silent battle of wills. Neither of us dared to speak, the air thick with unspoken accusations and hurt feelings."So," he finally said, his voice flat and devoid of emotion. "A date, huh?"It wasn't a question, but a statement, a confirmation of what he'd overheard. The harshness in his voice sent a fresh wave of tears pricking at my eyes."It's not what it seems," I stammered, my voice barely a croak. "It was just… an afternoon outing, nothing more."He gave a short, humorless laugh. "Of course," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Just two friends enjoying
"Look, Amelia," I said, suddenly feeling exhausted and sick of the back and forth Amelia and I had been having ever since she started working for me. "I think we both need some time to sort this out. To figure out what we really want, and what's truly important to us."She stared at me with a hurt expression on her face. But I could not trust that it was genuine or that she would not find a reason to push me away again. First, it had been the fact that she could not get over the way that I had abruptly broken up with her when we had still been in college, although she claimed she had forgiven me. Then, she had said she had no feelings for me. And then, after we had kissed a couple of times, she had claimed that we were nothing but employer and employeeand that we should keep it that way. Then she said we were nothing but friends. So I could not understand why she seemed to be having another change of mind. Regardless, I was done. I was done trying to woo her and I just wanted to go
Jenna's POV"Jenna! Jenna! Over here! Give me a smile, Jenna! Over the shoulder, Jenna!"I was on the red carpet… obviously and enjoying every second of it. I shifted slightly and shot the reporters a dazzling smile over the shoulder and the cameras went wild, nearly blinding me with bright flashes. The lady at the end of the carpet motioned for us, every celebrity that was currently taking pictures on the red carpet, to move and we did. As I moved down the line, taking care to not trip on my face, I got to the end of the carpet where a reporter and a cameraman were waiting for me. I turned on the voltage of my dazzling smile and approached them confidently. "Hello, Jenna. It's so nice to officially meet you. I'm a fan. And I must say, you look amazing. " The lady reporter trilled when I finally reached them. "So excited you could make it tonight," the reporter continued, her smile unwavering, even as she scanned my outfit – a custom-made emerald gown that shimmered under the spotli
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