Eddie's POV"You did what?!" James asked, his voice carrying through my large office. The air conditioner hummed quietly in the background, a constant white noise companion in the sterile silence of my office. Unlike the usual CEO havens I'd seen in movies, with plush carpets and mahogany desks, mine was a monument to clean lines and modern efficiency. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the city sprawling beneath us, a concrete jungle I'd somehow managed to tame and turn into my personal kingdom. But even in this temple of glass and chrome, I'd managed to sneak in a few personal touches.I rolled my eyes at his outburst. "Why don't you say that one more time? I don't think my secretary outside or even the doorman heard you."He smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, I just can't believe you kissed Amelia," he said. I had just told him about everything that had happened between Amelia and I. James was my male secretary, but he was also my best friend. Very few people knew about
Jenna’s POVI hummed happily after telling Sarah to tip off the media that I would be getting back with Eddie. I left the room so that she could clean the mess I made and then I walked to my wine room, took my favorite wine. The door to the wine room shut with a soft thud, the click echoing slightly in the empty space. I hummed along to a tune only I could hear, a private melody celebrating my masterfully orchestrated plan. Sarah, would be sending the press release any minute now and I knew the media would do justice to the information.Curling myself onto the plush couch in the living room, I swirled the deep red wine in my glass, the anticipation sparkling brighter than the ruby liquid. Eddie's face filled my mind, the surprise, maybe even a hint of disbelief. I almost choked on my wine as I imagined how his reaction would be. The media would have a field day. The 'it' couple's dramatic reunion – it practically wrote itself.I wondered how Amelia would react if she saw the news as w
Amelia's POVBlaire and I walked hand in hand on the way from the cafe to the hospital. As we walked and the closer we got to the hospital, she must have noticed that my mood changed because she squeezed my hand and asked what was wrong. I let out a heavy breath. "I don't really know. I guess I'm just tired of visiting mom in the hospital. I know I shouldn't complain especially since she seems to be doing so well lately. The doctor says the chemotherapy is taking effect and they have high hopes of her recovering. I just…" I trailed off, unable to find the words needed. "Miss her being your mom and not a patient," Blaire completed. "Yeah, I guess that's it…"She also let out a breath and looked up at the sky briefly as we continued walking on the sidewalk. "I understand what you mean, Amelia. Your mom is my mom as well and it hurts me to see her in that hospital bed everyday. She tries so hard to not let us see how much she is struggling and how much pain she is in.""It's the litt
Amelia's POVMom turned to the window, a wistful look in her eyes. "It's been a while since I've been outside. Fresh air would be lovely."We exchanged glances with Blaire, a silent excitement building between us. Turning back to my mother, I gave her a reassuring smile."Alright, then it's settled," I said. "Let's see if we can convince Dr. Williams to let you out for a couple of hours."Blaire was the resident doctor in charge of Mom's treatment, but could not make a decision such as letting my Mom out for a couple of hours on her own. Hence, we had to go talk to her superior and the consultant.We found Dr. Williams in his office, reviewing charts with a frown etched on his forehead. He looked up as we entered, his expression softening when he saw us."Amelia and Blaire" he greeted us, gesturing towards the chairs across his desk. "What can I do for you today? Blaire, you're off today, aren't you? I would think you would choose to spend your day off somewhere else other than the ho
Amelia's POV"We did," I said, unable to help the smile tugging at my lips. "We were quite the terrors.""The best kind of terror," Blaire added, bumping my shoulder playfully.A comfortable silence settled between us, each lost in their own thoughts."Mom," I said gently, "how about we play a little game?"My mother's brow furrowed in curiosity. "What kind of game?""Let's pretend we're children again," I explained. "Just for a little while. Let's chase butterflies and make up stories about the clouds."A hesitant smile spread across my mother's face. "Alright," she agreed, her voice tinged with a hint of childlike wonder. "But you have to promise to go easy on me. My old bones might not be able to keep up with you."***"This is perfect," she said, leaning on Blaire's arm as we walked. "Thank you both for doing this for me.""It was our pleasure, Mom," I replied, squeezing her hand. "We just wanted to give you a break, a chance to feel normal again.""You know," she said thoughtfull
Amelia’s POV As we entered, a woman with a perfectly sculpted pixie cut and a warm smile approached us. This must be the owner, I thought to myself. "Welcome!" she greeted, her voice as charming as her smile. "Are you all booked in?""We're not exactly booked," Blaire admitted sheepishly. "We were hoping you might be able to accommodate a walk-in? My mother, here, would love a haircut and maybe a manicure."The woman's smile faltered slightly. "A walk-in, you say? We are quite busy today…" she trailed off, her gaze flitting between us. I could practically see the gears turning in her head as she assessed the situation.Just as my heart threatened to plummet, Blaire stepped in again, her voice turning persuasive. "We understand if it's not possible," she said, "but my mother is recovering from an illness, and a bit of pampering would mean the world to her. We're flexible on timing, truly."The woman pursed her lips, tapping a perfectly manicured finger against her chin. "Hmm," she p
Amelia's POVOkay," my mom replied, her voice stronger than it had been in weeks. "But first, tell me, doctor, what do you think of this manicure? Do you think it clashes with my new hair style?"Dr. Williams chuckled, his eyes twinkling. "No, Mrs. Thompson," he said, "I think it ties the whole look together beautifully. It's a perfect reminder of the sunshine you carry within yourself."She smiled beautifully. Back in her room, as the nurse helped her get settled, Mom's gaze lingered on the picture in his hand. "You know, Dr. Williams," she said, a playful glint in her eyes, "I think I might need to go back there for one of those manicures. It seems to have magical mood-boosting properties."Dr. Williams chuckled, a genuine laugh that resonated through the sterile room. "I think you can schedule that anytime, Mrs. Thompson," he replied. "Perhaps we can even add it to your treatment plan – weekly sunshine therapy with a side of nails."Mom's laugh filled the room, a sound so beautifu
Amelia's POVI hesitated for a moment. "I don't know, I don't want to. He might be my ex-boyfriend but he is now also my boss. I mean I'm the nanny of his daughter. Getting involved with him at this moment will just make a mess of everything. I just want to focus on my job," I eventually saidMom hummed thoughtfully. "Is that why you pushed him away so harshly?"I nodded my head, feeling so ashamed. Everything I had said to him that night replayed over and over again in my mind. "It's fine, Eddie. You do not have to explain yourself to me. It is not entirely because of your ex-wife that I say that this is a mistake. There are several… no, hundreds of reasons why this was a mistake. I'm sorry if I led you on, but this should have never happened. So please, Eddie, let me go and let's forget that this ever happened." "You are my employer, Eddie. I work for you as a cook and also take care of your daughter. You are paying me a substantial amount to do so. Do you think it is right for us