Amanda’s POV “I know it, Quinn didn’t say that out of love. I assure you.” Love was not a thing that could be used to describe I and Quinn’s relationship. I did like him but I couldn’t say the same for him, not with Miranda back in the house. He was always taking her side like she was the one he’d married.Vanessa and Maxwell sat on my couch facing me, whilst I sat on my executive chair, drawn from my desk to the couch beside them.“I doubt that.” Maxwell thought, “he sounded really in love and possessive.”We were all done with our task for the day and beside work had closed, we stayed back to catch up on what had been happening. We were like the three musketeers. It was fun, having friends, friends who were dumb and made you forget your problems, like Miranda.But now this sudden talk about Quinn being possessive and in love was confusing. Well he confused me the majority of the time.“Well, I don’t know what he said or made it sound but believe me, Quinn is neither in love with me
Amanda’s POV “Are you blind?” Mrs. Rosaline yelled.My mouth was agape, staring at the lady I’d emptied the glass of wine on and back to my feet. Something made me trip, worse, someone made me trip and that someone was Miranda. I saw her leg. I was so sure but when I’d turned back she’d latched it back quickly before I could see it.And now I was sprawled on ghe ground with a hammering heart staring at the guest. The lady. Her face was downright…..broken and surprised.Shit.I shot to my feet immediately while Mrs. Rosaline spewed more curses at me. Granny Mariah was quiet. I forced a lump down my throat, dread engulfing me like a blanket.“I’m …. I’m sorry ma’am… I’m so sorry.” I didn’t know what to do. Do I go after her? Do I stand here. Somehow I was caught in the middle. Startled with fear and confusion.Looking back, I saw Miranda. A ghost-like smile hovered over her lips. It was her, I was so sure but now since there was no evidence to back up my claim I’d look nothing but stu
Amanda’s POV As the more time went by, I eyed Miranda, observing her form. She had a plain and straight face. No muscle twitches, not even a blink of a lash. Her face was straight like someone with no care for the world.I had to give it to her. Her great acting skills made me question my vision, question if she’d really struck out her leg.However I didn’t waver even with the gnawing fear in the pit of my stomach, I knew she did it. I saw her and the footage would prove what I’d seen.My chest grew tight and hot. Everyone was believing Miranda over me. Even Granny Mariah. She really did think that I sabotaged her plan to get the man to continue working with the company.Knowing myself the hard work she put in just to have him for this dinner was overwhelming. She went out of her way to convince the man and now the man had left without closing the deal. The main reason for the dinner. What made it even more infuriating was the fact that she believed I caused this. It was heart wrenc
Amanda’s POV In a blink of an eye my questioning stare turned into hot burning fury. Did he just threaten me because of that two faced bitch? That cunt?How dare he?As I stood staring at the door I fumed with anger, my nose flaring, whilst I grinded down on my teeth. How much was the money that I couldn’t pay? Has it now gotten to the point where he would threaten me because of his ex? I didn’t care if they were in love or not, he shouldn’t fucking treat me like shit because of her.I would not stand it. No! I took my bag, just as I took my coat I stopped dead on my track. His threat reeling back to me.The manner he’d said confirmed that he was far from kidding. He hadn’t lashed out, no. He’d spoken in an excruciatingly low quiet tone, with eyes fixated on me, holding every bit of promise to his words.My inside burned as I couldn’t do anything and I kicked the bag and swallowed the animalistic scream that bubbled in my throat.The smug look on Miranda face appeared before me, the
Amanda’s POV “You have to confront that girl. Put her in her damn place.” Vanessa stated. Her brows were pinched together from anger. I couldn’t blame her though, Miranda was a two time bitch that pissed everyone off.Hearing about her alone made your stomach tighten in knots and made you want to punch a fist to a wall or better still her face.“What could I possibly say to make her own up to the fact that she actually caused me to trip and pour the drink on the lady?” I massaged my temples as I asked.The horror of that day returned to me and I inwardly cringed and recurled back. The abject stare that granny had fixed me with tasted like a bile in my throat. I hated to let people who looked up to me down. Granny was one of those people. “What more is there to say? You know and she knows that you know. Grab her like the bitch that she is and warn her never to try that rubbish again.” Vanessa’s voice was hard and so was her eyes. I believed if Miranda was present right before us she
Amanda’s POV Since I outrightly confessed my feelings to Quinn, I’d been avoiding him. Not because I confessed the way I felt about him, but because he’d had this dark, grim picture of me in his head.Now as I thought back to it I could understand why he was mean, cold, cruel and rude to me all the time. And like the coward he was he couldn’t ask me. One would think he had more balls as he was cruel but it was so fucking balless.Putting Quinn and his thoughts behind me, I stood before the long length mirror in my closet and ran a hand down the red dress I had on.It was finally the day. Logan and Candace’s wedding. Thinking about it, I felt bad for her. I mean she was a bitch, but Logan wasn’t a man I’d wished on my worst enemy.Imagine getting married to a man like that.I grimaced and a shudder snaked down my spine in horror.Just when I was curling my hair my phone vibrated on the table next to my makeup tools. Flipping the phone over I saw Logan as the caller.I frowned, staring
Amanda's POVI climbed into the small rental car I had hired from the automobile company on my first day here. It was cheap and old, but my only option for transport whilst I was in Italy. I started the engine and drove off in the direction of the diner where I would be working my second shift for today. My real reason for being in Italy was because I had been sent by the company I worked for in New York. I had begged my boss, who was also my boyfriend, to let me stay back this time. The business trip coincided with my father's memorial and it was not something I wanted to miss. However, he disagreed, arguing that I was the best person for the job since research was my specialty. Arriving here, I realized that this whole trip was just a waste of time. The investor I was supposed to meet with had canceled on short notice. So the one week that my boss was letting me stay here had gone to waste. I was so angry and tried to call my boyfriend, but he didn't answer. Frustrated, I decided
Amanda's POVStunned, I watched as my boyfriend kissed Candace passionately, a smile still dancing on his lips. "That's great news, baby. Now all I have to do is get rid of that boring ass bitch, Amanda. And then we can get married."Candace frowned. "You still haven't broken up with her? Why?!""Baby, I told you I need time. I'll do it soon."Candace shoved him away. "What the fuck do you need time for?! I don't even know what you see in that bitch, anyway. I let you date and fuck her on the condition that you keep your relationship a secret, but I've had enough, Logan!""Candace-""No. You've had your fun. Now, get rid of her. Besides, we both know you won't be caught dead getting married to a low-life trash like her."I couldn't take it anymore. The tears spilled down my face in rivulets, blurring my vision as I pushed the door open and barged in. Logan and Candace jumped in shock at my sudden entrance. "Why?! Why would you do this to me?!" My chest felt heavy, like it would expl
Amanda’s POV Since I outrightly confessed my feelings to Quinn, I’d been avoiding him. Not because I confessed the way I felt about him, but because he’d had this dark, grim picture of me in his head.Now as I thought back to it I could understand why he was mean, cold, cruel and rude to me all the time. And like the coward he was he couldn’t ask me. One would think he had more balls as he was cruel but it was so fucking balless.Putting Quinn and his thoughts behind me, I stood before the long length mirror in my closet and ran a hand down the red dress I had on.It was finally the day. Logan and Candace’s wedding. Thinking about it, I felt bad for her. I mean she was a bitch, but Logan wasn’t a man I’d wished on my worst enemy.Imagine getting married to a man like that.I grimaced and a shudder snaked down my spine in horror.Just when I was curling my hair my phone vibrated on the table next to my makeup tools. Flipping the phone over I saw Logan as the caller.I frowned, staring
Amanda’s POV “You have to confront that girl. Put her in her damn place.” Vanessa stated. Her brows were pinched together from anger. I couldn’t blame her though, Miranda was a two time bitch that pissed everyone off.Hearing about her alone made your stomach tighten in knots and made you want to punch a fist to a wall or better still her face.“What could I possibly say to make her own up to the fact that she actually caused me to trip and pour the drink on the lady?” I massaged my temples as I asked.The horror of that day returned to me and I inwardly cringed and recurled back. The abject stare that granny had fixed me with tasted like a bile in my throat. I hated to let people who looked up to me down. Granny was one of those people. “What more is there to say? You know and she knows that you know. Grab her like the bitch that she is and warn her never to try that rubbish again.” Vanessa’s voice was hard and so was her eyes. I believed if Miranda was present right before us she
Amanda’s POV In a blink of an eye my questioning stare turned into hot burning fury. Did he just threaten me because of that two faced bitch? That cunt?How dare he?As I stood staring at the door I fumed with anger, my nose flaring, whilst I grinded down on my teeth. How much was the money that I couldn’t pay? Has it now gotten to the point where he would threaten me because of his ex? I didn’t care if they were in love or not, he shouldn’t fucking treat me like shit because of her.I would not stand it. No! I took my bag, just as I took my coat I stopped dead on my track. His threat reeling back to me.The manner he’d said confirmed that he was far from kidding. He hadn’t lashed out, no. He’d spoken in an excruciatingly low quiet tone, with eyes fixated on me, holding every bit of promise to his words.My inside burned as I couldn’t do anything and I kicked the bag and swallowed the animalistic scream that bubbled in my throat.The smug look on Miranda face appeared before me, the
Amanda’s POV As the more time went by, I eyed Miranda, observing her form. She had a plain and straight face. No muscle twitches, not even a blink of a lash. Her face was straight like someone with no care for the world.I had to give it to her. Her great acting skills made me question my vision, question if she’d really struck out her leg.However I didn’t waver even with the gnawing fear in the pit of my stomach, I knew she did it. I saw her and the footage would prove what I’d seen.My chest grew tight and hot. Everyone was believing Miranda over me. Even Granny Mariah. She really did think that I sabotaged her plan to get the man to continue working with the company.Knowing myself the hard work she put in just to have him for this dinner was overwhelming. She went out of her way to convince the man and now the man had left without closing the deal. The main reason for the dinner. What made it even more infuriating was the fact that she believed I caused this. It was heart wrenc
Amanda’s POV “Are you blind?” Mrs. Rosaline yelled.My mouth was agape, staring at the lady I’d emptied the glass of wine on and back to my feet. Something made me trip, worse, someone made me trip and that someone was Miranda. I saw her leg. I was so sure but when I’d turned back she’d latched it back quickly before I could see it.And now I was sprawled on ghe ground with a hammering heart staring at the guest. The lady. Her face was downright…..broken and surprised.Shit.I shot to my feet immediately while Mrs. Rosaline spewed more curses at me. Granny Mariah was quiet. I forced a lump down my throat, dread engulfing me like a blanket.“I’m …. I’m sorry ma’am… I’m so sorry.” I didn’t know what to do. Do I go after her? Do I stand here. Somehow I was caught in the middle. Startled with fear and confusion.Looking back, I saw Miranda. A ghost-like smile hovered over her lips. It was her, I was so sure but now since there was no evidence to back up my claim I’d look nothing but stu
Amanda’s POV “I know it, Quinn didn’t say that out of love. I assure you.” Love was not a thing that could be used to describe I and Quinn’s relationship. I did like him but I couldn’t say the same for him, not with Miranda back in the house. He was always taking her side like she was the one he’d married.Vanessa and Maxwell sat on my couch facing me, whilst I sat on my executive chair, drawn from my desk to the couch beside them.“I doubt that.” Maxwell thought, “he sounded really in love and possessive.”We were all done with our task for the day and beside work had closed, we stayed back to catch up on what had been happening. We were like the three musketeers. It was fun, having friends, friends who were dumb and made you forget your problems, like Miranda.But now this sudden talk about Quinn being possessive and in love was confusing. Well he confused me the majority of the time.“Well, I don’t know what he said or made it sound but believe me, Quinn is neither in love with me
Amanda’s POV “Oh my god!” I leaped and jumped practically hugging him. “Where…” I moved back, taking in his stunned and smiling face. “Where.. I can’t believe it. This is you, this is actually you.”“Maxwell!” I grinned, saying his name confirmed that he was the one before me.Maxwell….Maxwell, he was the reason I and Vanessa had this job in the first place. He introduced us to the company, worked through how their interview rolled, he even went as far as following us down for the interview just so we could get the job.When we did get the job, we’d celebrated with a drink and food right in my living room. He was a very good friend of ours and hot as hell….“Amanda.” He grinned with arms outstretched, I moved in and then he crushed me into a hug. “I’ve missed you.”“I’ve missed you too, don’t ever disappear again.” I warned him. He chuckled and disengaged from the hug. “Completely understood.” He bowed and we both chuckled.“What brought you back, where have you been all this while?
Amanda’s POV My brows creased into knots as I stared at him. He didn’t say anything again, he walked out.Did he really think I was cheating? That I was a whore?As if the whole idea and thought was incredulous and I was in stark disbelief, I turned to look at the door that he had exited.How could this be? How did it happen? Worse how could he?It was surprising that he had actually accused me of cheating and whoring around. Was it because I slept with him? Was I too loose?Or did he just want a case where he cheated and pinned it on the fact that I cheated I as well? I shook my head and left the room. Stepping into my room, I took out a long sleeveless dress, a jacket and a purse. I dressed and was going down before the question from granny stopped me on my tracks.“Where are you going, Amanda?” As she asked, all the necks in the dining room turned in my direction.It was something I was used to, but now I wanted to wish granny hadn’t said it in the manner that stole everyone’s hea
Amanda’s POV Pushing the door open I saw Miranda placed her hand on his belt. I stormed inside immediately and yanked her hand away from his belt. “Get your filthy hands off my husband!” I snarled, fixing her with a hard glare. What was she trying to do to him in his unconscious form?My eyes darted to her and instead of looking of embarrassment or fear her lips were curled into a derisive smile.What the fuck?There was not a single look of remorse, fear, nothing she just smirked and crossed her hand over her chest whilst her eyes shamelessly roamed his body before my very presence.“Don’t you have any shame?” “Shame?” She chuckled, “what does it look like I was doing? I beg your pardon. If you couldn’t tell I was helping him out of his trousers.” My nose flared. “So you were helping a married man out of his trousers? Doesn’t it sound ridiculous even to you?”“Why would it? It’s not such a big deal.” She snorted. “Besides you were out, you should be grateful I was willing enough