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
Amelia’s POV“That’s my mom!” I heard Chloe yelling out loud, pointing towards her mother among the celebrities walking in. “What?” I asked, looking so surprised and before I could say anything, Chloe yanked her hand out of mine and ran towards her mother. I yelled out her name in shock, watching with my heart in my throat as the little girl expertly weaved between the crowds to get to her mother. I then watched as the two hugged each other and cameras stuttered, each media representative taking pictures of them. I stood at a side watching them and just then, Chloe pulled on her mother's hands, pointing at me. Her mother bent down to her level to hear whatever Chloe was saying. She nodded once and then rose to her feet, turning to face and the two began to approach me.“Mom, this is Amelia, my new chef and nanny. She is me and daddy's friend,” Chloe proudly said. “And Amelia, this is my mom,” Chloe said, smiling. She hesitated over her next words, putting her hand to her chin. She
Amelia’s POV The moment Jenna had thrown her bag at me so rudely while still managing to maintain an air of elegance and charm in the presence of all the paparazzi and her adoring fans made me fume as I lied to both Mr John and Chloe that I was fine. To make things worse, Chloe couldn’t stop talking about her mother and everything she had bought for her. But she was just a little kid, excited that her beautiful mom had bought her many things and toys. I could not fault her for that. And so I could only watch her in silence and finally we arrived home.I got out of the car and led the still-giddy Chloe into the house. Dancing around like a kid on sugar high, she yelled out happily that we should go to the kitchen to cook. Despite my bad mood and my anger at her mom, I could not deny that seeing her dance around so happily made me feel a little bit better. She stumbled but quickly righted herself again before I could say anything. I put my hands on my hips and narrowed my eyes at her
Amelia’s POVPerhaps because I had thought of him while cooking, I dreamt about Eddie when I was asleep. It wasn't the sleek, polished Eddie of the present, but the one from just before the cracks began to show in our relationship. The Eddie who still had a sparkle in his eyes, but a flicker of something else had begun to cloud them – ambition, perhaps, or a restlessness that hadn't been there before.It wasn't the sleek, polished Eddie of the present, but the one from just before the cracks began to show in our relationship. The Eddie who still had a sparkle in his eyes, but a flicker of something else had begun to cloud them – ambition, perhaps, or a restlessness that hadn't been there before.We were in our tiny apartment, the familiar scent of old books and stale coffee clinging to the air. I sat curled up on the worn sofa, a half-written story sprawled out on my lap. The rhythmic tapping of my pen was the only sound that broke the silence.The front door creaked open, and I look
Jenna's POVThe club was loud and deafening and for the first time in a while, I was bored and sick of it. I watched with a disdainful gaze as my castmates and other celebrities indulged in alcohol, drugs, men/women and strippers. We were celebrating the wrap-up of the shooting of my new movie, but I could not get my mind off of the bratty, smartass that I had met earlier in the day, the one that called herself my daughter's new cook… or was it, nanny? I was not even sure anymore. A male stripper danced close to me, his junk bouncing up and down right in front of me. He turned around, showing me his detectable ass, making me chuckle slightly. However, I did not play into his hands. I would have if I hadn't been in such a bad mood. And it's all that new nanny's fault. I thought to myself snarkily. The rhythmic bass throbbed around me, a dull counterpoint to the annoyance buzzing in my head. Every pulsating beat, every drunken shout, seemed to mock my growing discontent. Here I was, c