"Thanks for showing me around today," Amy flashed him a grateful smile. They had just arrived from their tour. Amy was spent and delighted. She felt fulfilled from the day's activities. From the start of the day when they encountered the old lady, she knew she'd have a good time the rest of the day. "Glad I could be of help," Reynolds answered. "As we have a few more days to spend, is there anything else you'd like to do?" He asked. In her entire life no one asked her what she wanted. But with Reynolds, it was like he knew what she wanted. And it made her stomach flutter and her heart beat rapidly. "If there is an amusement park around, I'd like to visit," she replied.Hopefully there was one here in Grasse. She had never been to an amusement park. Not even when she was a child. It had been a pain to hear as a kid when her classmates talked about visiting amusement parks with their families. Her dad claimed it was no place for a young lady of her status and class. And besides she h
Amy was hurt. Just when she thought things were going well between them,Reynolds had gone and abandoned her. It shouldn't be a biggie that he chose work over her right? But it did. Which made her aggravated. She was so annoyed that she could punch her pillow. She didn't understand why she was mad at him. He didn't owe her any responsibility. Given as their marriage was real just in name, gave him the freedom to do whatever he wanted so why was she bothered. She was stressed by overthinking things. This was one of the days she needed her sleeping mask. She remembered she had spotted one in her bag when she went through it. She got out of bed and went to the closet. She went through her side of the closet ignoring the fact that Reynolds' clothes were right beside hers. She looked through the drawers until she spotted her pink sleeping mask. She was thankful her mom had packed that even though she knew she rarely wore it to bed. She picked it up and ran her fingers on the silky smooth
Amy was bored out of her wits the next day. She did not want to tour the city again. Not that she wasn't having a good time in the city but rather she found herself missing her country. She didn't want to go to bed alone anymore in a place she barely knew anyone.She sat leg crossed on the hotel bed and stretched her hand to reach for her phone from the nightstand. Instead of calling Reynolds, she called her assistant, Jane. "Hello ma'am," Jane answered on the first ring. "Hello Jane. Can you book me a flight right now to New York?" Amy asked. It took her a while to respond. She probably wondered why her married boss would call on her honeymoon to book her a flight. "Yes ma'am," she finally replied after which Amy disconnected the call. Amy could've simply let Reynolds know she was coming. She knew he would've certainly arranged for her arrival but she had decided against that because she wanted him to know she was not dependent. And besides, if she wanted to have her freedom after
Amy was walking past a couple of rooms until she came across one with its door ajar. Curiosity had her legs walking in forgetting she was to find the kitchen. The majestic piano in the center of the room was surely conspicuous. It was the only object in the white room. It was black and shiny. She might as well add inviting, as her fingers itched to play those delicate keys. It had been a while since she played. She stopped immediately and took a step towards it. Considering the fact that this was the only item in the room, it must hold some importance to the owner and what if he didn't want it touched. But then again the door had been left ajar. She went ahead to take the seat in front of the piano, clearing her mind of any more reasons why she shouldn't play the piano. Pianos were meant to be played after all. The moment her fingers touched the keys she went along to play the song 'perfect'. That had been the first song she had played on the piano the moment her music tutor h
The harsh knock on her door awoke Amy from sleep. She glanced at the window to notice the sun had set and it was evening. She got out of bed and made her way open the door. "Mr. Bennet has asked to inform you that dinner is ready," Grace said and waited for a response. Amy nodded and she left. It was easy to walk through the house as she now knew where in particular she was going. She reached the dining room where Reynolds was seated at the dining table and Mrs. Nora was exiting using the other door. "Good evening," she greeted as she took the seat opposite Reynolds. "Good evening," he replied, lookingup from his phone. "Grace informed me you enjoyed being in the garden," he added. "Yes, I did. I'd like to be educated on the other plants I did not recognise" Amy replied. Mrs. Nora came in with a tray in hand. She smiled at her in acknowledgement and began emptying the tray she was holding. Amy returned her smile before focusing on Reynolds again. "I'll inform the gardener, Mr. Har
"Surprise!" Voices exclaimed startling a very surprised Amy. She saw her employees emerging from the operations manager's office grinning. Good thing his office was big because she had quite a number of employees. "Welcome back, Mrs. Bennett!" They exclaimed. So that was all this was about. She felt quite sad that she was lying to all these people but there was no way she would tell them her marriage was a mere sham. In fact, she'd enjoy the perks while it lasted. Grinning, she went on to say a thank you for she was truly grateful. Jane stepped forward and said, "We'd like to congratulate you on your wedding ma'am." It was unfortunate they hadn't gotten the chance to attend her wedding. Her mom's guest list had not extended to them. "Thank you." As Amy was feeling grateful and generous she added, "I'll treat everyone to lunch today." They broke into smiles and all clapped cheerfully. "Now I have to set an alarm." Stanley said dramatically and everyone burst into laughter. Leave it
The contract Amy was glad she still remembered where the study was located. She anticipated how it'd look like as she took the grand spiral stairs. Would it be like her father's traditional study? She hoped it wasn't like her father's because if Amy was to be truthful, it was overly grand and made you feel like you were in an empty room, even though it had been fully furnished. Or maybe it might resemble his office. That would do just fine if it was like that. Amy took the left turn to the study. She reached the study and knocked lightly on the door. Even to her, it was too light for anyone to hear so she was going in for another knock when she heard a "Come in." She gently opened the door and entered and just like she had imagined, the study looked almost like his office. Modern. The difference was the colors of the walls and the floor. They matched the colors of the villa. White and gray. "Have a seat," Reynolds extended to the seat in front of his desk. Amy walked toward his
Reynolds was going to the kitchen for a glass of water when he saw that the library doors were open. That was unusual as it was mostly closed. He was the only one who used it so who could've been there at this hour. Except... Amy did not go to bed. He detoured to the library. The room was quiet and there was no sign of anyone occupying it. Perhaps, Mrs. Nora must've left it open. He was turning back to leave when he saw something in his periphery. Rather someone. Amy was sleeping with her head resting on the desk. Computer in front of her. Why was she sleeping here instead of her room at this hour? He moved closer to where she rested and got a good look at her. Her long blonde hair hid her face. Her hair seemed smooth and silky. He bet it'd feel the same just as it looked. He wanted to run his hand through it and feel for himself how smooth it was but he'd startle her if he did that. Something caught his eye on the screen of the computer. Mr. Smith Alexander donates to children in