Amelia’s POVI opened the door to Eddie’s room and it was a beautiful sight to behold. The room exudes a sharp efficiency, an order that speaks of control. Sunlight shines through a meticulously cleaned window, illuminating the polished hardwood floor, where no dust speck dares to linger. A neatly made bed is centered against the wall, with sheets pulled taut like a drumhead and a comforter folded with military precision.On the nightstand was a single, crystal-clear glass of water reflecting the sunlight like a watchful eye. A new leather briefcase rests on the only chair, its contents meticulously organized.Across the room, a bookshelf displays a meticulously curated collection: several books including the travel brochures showcasing exotic locales, none with coffee stains. A framed degree hangs on the wall, its silver frame gleaming, and the picture was that of Eddie and Chloe. The air hums with a quiet tension, the silence broken only by the faint tick of a clock in the corner. I
Amelia's POV"Hello?"Shit! It's Eddie," I thought frantically to myself as I looked and began to scurry around the room for a broom or vacuum cleaner. But there wasn't any. "Amelia? Are you home?" Eddie's voice and footsteps were now much closer. He had obviously climbed the staircase and was about to reach the room. I heard the sound of a door opening and closing and knew that he had checked Chloe's room first. What the hell is he doing back home so soon? He literally just left, I screamed inwardly. I looked down at the broken pieces, looked up at the door and eventually looked down, my heart and face squeezed in panic.Damn it, I said to myself and darted away from where I was in the middle of the room. I then quickly hid myself inside his wardrobe but I was unable to fit in and then I came out and tried to find a way to get out of the mess I created for myself at that moment. I looked around the room and I was glad I had taken care of the room after foolishly rummaging around i
Amelia’s POV“Eddie…” I tried to say something but the words got stuck when he leaned in and gave me a peck. My eyes remained closed, expecting more than a peck from him but that was just all. I opened my eyes and I saw him smiling at me. “What were you expecting? A deep kiss?” He asked me teasingly.I gasped at his audacity and glared at his smiling face. It was obvious that he had been teasing me, and yet, I could not deny or lie to myself that that was exactly what I had hoped for. I huffed and puffed as I pulled away from me, acting offended like a Victorian prima and proper lady. I cleared my throat, not knowing what to say and then eventually told him that I had not been expecting anything from him, especially not what he had been implying. He raised an eyebrow at me and one corner of his lips turned up into a smirk. “I only wanted to inquire about the document to know what to help you look for,” I finally managed to get out.“It’s my divorce file,” he said.I almost screamed
Eddie's POVShit, shit, shit. I paced through my room, running my hands through my hair as I thought over what had just happened. My room still had a faint trace of Amelia's sweet vanilla and cinnamon scent and I could barely hold back the urge to run out of my room and grab her, never letting go. How could you be so stupid, Eddie? I asked myself as I closed my eyes thinking about the mistake I had just made. After making the decision to get Amelia back by slowly and gently wooing her while she worked for me, I had made the mistake of being too eager and kissing her. I walked towards my bed with my head hung low despondently and plopped down on my bed, wondering if I had just ruined everything for myself. I let out a small, humorless chuckle as I thought about what people like my employees would say if they were to see me at that moment. Oh, Amelia. Despite everything, I could not deny that her name was like a song in my blood and I loved every bit of that kiss. Recalling it ma
Eddie's POVI was still on my bed, thinking about Amelia and what had happened between us just a few moments ago when my eyes began to droop tiredly. I let out a huge yawn that shocked even myself as soon as it escaped, causing me to briefly wonder why I was so exhausted. My eyes fell on the huge desk and leather chair in one corner of my room and I suddenly realized why as it clicked into place. I scratched my hair as I remembered how sleep had eluded me for a while, mostly after I had met Amelia again. There were several nights that I tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep with my mind busy and buzzing. And true to nature, I had not wasted that opportunity. Every night, I would get up after finding it difficult to sleep, grab my briefcase and my laptop, turn on the lights, walk over to my desk, settle in it comfortably or as comfortably as I could and just work. My ability to tune out thoughts, emotions, feelings and even physical needs and just focus on work had been one of th
Amelia’s POVI told my father that I was enjoying my job and he was happy that I had no complaints. Although I could clearly see that the expression lingered on his face, he seemed content to take my words as they were. I was worried about him as well. He looked more haggard and exhausted than the last time I had seen him. I knew Mom's illness was taking a huge burden on me and I made a mental note to pay more attention to Dad and his health as well. Flying around constantly for business, only to come home and spend sleepless nights at his wife's bedside was most definitely not the healthier way to live. I took a seat beside him and told him not to worry about Mom."Don't worry about Mom," I said. He offered a tired smile, the worry lines on his face deepening. "The doctors said she's out of the critical phase. She's strong, Dad. She'll pull through this."Dad nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving Mom's peaceful face. "I know, Amelia. I know she is. But seeing her like this..." His vo
Amelia’s POVI picked up Eddie’s call and then he asked about my mom’s welfare. I replied to him mom was feeling better and I explained to him that I was on my way to pick Chloe up from school. “I should have relieved you of the stress of picking her up but I have a lot of work to do at the office,” he said.“It’s fine plus it’s part of my job description to pick Chloe up after school,” I said.“Thank you so much, Amelia and let me know if there is anything I can do to help with your mom’s bill,” he said."And also, my driver has officially resumed work so he will soon be at the hospital to pick you up before you both go on to pick up Chloe from school."I wanted to protest against that, but then realized it was most likely for Chloe's sake. Chloe was the daughter of a wealthy socialite and an even wealthier businessman. The young girl probably did not even know that there was something like a public transportation system. I thanked him and then hung up after. I quickly texted Blair
Amelia’s POVReaching the pick-up line, I spotted Chloe's bright red backpack bouncing excitedly. A wave of affection washed over me."Amelia!" she squealed, throwing her arms around my legs as I reached her."Hey there, munchkin!" I laughed, scooping her up in a hug. "What did you learn today?"Chloe launched into a detailed explanation about her art project, a collage of her favorite things. "And what about Louis?" I asked teasingly as we walked back towards the car waiting. She rolled her eyes in a way that reminded me of her father. "We're so over," she declared, an adorable pout on her face. I gasped dramatically, resisting the urge to laugh out loud at the five-year-old precocious girl. "Why? What did he do?" I asked as we got to where John had parked the car. “Good evening, Mr John,” Chloe greeted the driver.“Evening, Miss Chloe. How was school today?” He asked her.“Fine, I broke up with my boyfwend,” she replied to him curtly. "Boyfriend," I automatically corrected. J