Ethan's POVMy relationship with Amelia has bloomed into something more sweeter. Sweeter than I ever expected. The men and I planned a meeting at the office days ago and I, on the other hand, planned to take them to a restaurant too, to have lunch.I woke up with my back aching that morning. My head ached as well when I sat up on the bed. I made my way to the bathroom for a quick and hot bath before proceeding to the room again.Amelia was up by this time. I greeted, with a smile crowning my face, and my hands, holding the towel round my waist, tightly."Did you sleep well?" I shyly asked. I don't know the reason behind me getting shy, suddenly: I nodded, looked away and made for the wardrobe to dress up quickly.Amelia's face and smile is a distraction to my early presence at the office. She left the room to prepare something for me to eat. I know.I dressed in a hurry and made for the diner area. Food was ready, a part of me thought of this beautiful treat coming to an end very so
Luke's POVThe last time I got laid with Scarlett was a week ago. The day I planned to, I returned home drunk to meet her staring at me. She said something I did not hear clearly.The next thing happened, I was thrown onto the bed. And a woman lay next to my side. I saw these things, but was too drunk and tried to see what was happening.It was past midnight when I tossed on the bed to see her by my side. She slept on the far end of the bed, avoiding me, perhaps. I was clearly not desiring sex, or rape, as she may have been tagging it.I jumped off the bed and made it to the bathroom safely, without staggering or falling to the floor, unlike hours ago. I did my thing in a hurry and returned to the room, Scarlett changed her posture, from a free one to a tight one.She looked like she was doing all of these to avoid me, getting down with her on the bed. I wasn't in the mood,
Scarlet's POVLuke has not changed, not yet, as I thought. The day after, he came home drunk, I was raped the next morning.“I don't want it.” I told him severally, wishing and hoping he would get off me and leave me alone.But, no. Luke did not stop thrusting.He went deeper before spilling his liquid in me, then jumped off me, and the bed.I hate him!There were words I did not stop saying to myself when he went into the bathroom. I must have been very obvious, I no longer hid my hate for him.I still stayed on the bed when he got back into the room. The look on his face was like that of someone asking why I am still on the bed, but I didn't care. My legs and thighs were hurting, did he expect me to walk out of the room when I am yet to feel better?He left the room for the kitchen, I guess.
Amelia's POVDays after Scarlett reached out to me, I packed my box in advance for my trip back to Spain.A part of me wanted to stay back with Ethan, feel loved and hang out with him like I always want to. I wanted to be treated nicely before leaving New York, but how was I going to tell him what I wanted?I packed my things, quietly.It was just me at home, I put a call to Pamela the day before to announce my trip to her.“How soon?” She yelled over the phone in excitement.I expected the reaction, she has missed me so much, more than I miss her. I know from the way she called almost every day to ask after my health.“In a few days.” I announced, I wasn't sure of the day — yet. What I did was give her a heads-up on what would happen very soon.Now that I pa
Ethan's POVCoping with staying alone again wasn't so easy that very moment I dropped her off at the airport.I literally cried on my way back home.It wasn't as smooth as I imagined it would go.The men and I fixed a date to see each other at the office, but my illness did not let me go on the supposed day.I woke up weak, and tired.The wall clock stared right in my face, asking me to get ready for work already. But I was too tired, my head was banging, and my body refused to move.I fell back to the bed, wishing for Amelia to return once again and take care of me like I want to be taken care of.We talked severally over the phone, it was almost her time to deliver the babies and according to the plan, she would be in New York very soon.In a few months.&nb
Scarlett's POVLuke has refused to go to work since the last time he walked in while I cleaned the house. Maybe he did not refuse, I don't know. However, he stayed back at home with me almost every day._and went to Jessica's house most times.I no longer heard Isabella's name from his mouth, all he ever did was scream Jessica's over the phone.And come back to the house with her smell.I still recognized her smell, since the last time I caught them both on the bed, her smell refused to leave my nostrils and I reacted each time I noticed it.Not to Luke, but to myself.That night, he came home drunk, calling the woman's name at the top of his voice.“Get me water.” He commanded, his voice was improper.He talked like he would hit me if I refus
Amelia's POVMy return back to New York was a peaceful one. The customers and neighbours back in Spain felt a bit bad when I announced my leave to them."Visit us again."The woman who visited the house during our first visit hugged myself and Pamela severally, asking the poor girl to take care of me.We landed in New York late afternoon, I beeped Ethan to come pick us up and take us to the house. I was still mad at him for the statement he made over the phone months ago.Still, I acted like nothing was wrong.Pamela did it again, she went ahead to tell him everything that happened. I was not asleep when he walked into the room that afternoon, almost asleep but not sleeping, the conversation was shifted to hours later.We lived peacefully once again.Pamela resumed her work in the house, as usual. Ve
Luke's POVI did not hit Scarlett that hard, how did she faint?She is pregnant, I forgot to remind myself when the thoughts of hitting her came racing in my head.How did she discover the passcode to my box? It is something I will never tell her, and a code that will take days to digest.When I had first used the code, I wrote the numbers on a paper for future reference, just in case I forgot during the period.Now, what?She had done more than herself by discovering the code and even searching the box and invading my privacy.What hurt more is the fact that I did not finish hiding everything before the arrival of the police. How far can I hide the box? They will always get hold of it after a thorough research in the house.The moment I hit her, she fell to the floor, and I noticed blood flowing f