Greyson’s POV.I scrolled through my phone, a slideshow of memories from happier times playing out on the screen. There were photos of my wife and me, smiling and laughing, our arms around each other, surrounded by our friends and family. Then there were pictures of my son, so small and precious, his big blue eyes shining with wonder and joy. A lump formed in my throat as I swiped through the pictures, a bittersweet ache in my chest. Today marked three years since my wife had left me with our son, not caring he was small and needed a mother figure. I remembered how I had begged her to stay, to give me one more chance, but she had refused. She had called our son a “mess to deal with,” her words stinging like a slap in the face. I had spent the last three years alone, my heart broken and my life in shambles. But despite it all, I still loved her. I let out a sad, wry laugh. Love was such a strange, complicated thing. It could make you feel the highest of highs, but it could also bring
Greyson's POV.“You don't expect me to just give you that!” I yelled, my anger bubbling over. The voice laughed again, a low, sinister laugh that sent a chill down my spine. “Watch your son die,” the voice said. “Because right now, he's about to cross the road.” I felt my heart stop for a moment, and then start racing again, my mind whirling. “What? How? How the fuck do you want me to get $72,500?” I yelled. The voice laughed again, this time a mocking laugh. “I don't know,” it said. “Your time is ticking, though.” I was overwhelmed with fear, my mind racing. I didn't know what to do. “Tick! Tock! Tick! Tock!”I grabbed my laptop, my fingers shaking as I tried to contact the police. But before I could hit the enter key, the voice spoke again. “You think you can outsmart me?” it asked. “Here's the price. Watch your dearest son die,” it said. I froze, my hands trembling as I hovered over the enter key. “Wait!” I yelled. “Let me explain!” But the voice didn't give me a chance to spe
Amelia’s POV.“What?!” I yelled, my voice ringing through the small, dark room. I couldn't believe what I had just heard. The man in front of me, Greyson, had just said something so shocking and offensive that I couldn't even process it. My hands flew to my mouth, my brain racing, my heart pounding. Tears began to flow down my cheeks, and I pushed past Greyson, unable to stay in his presence any longer. Never before had I been so insulted, never before had my feelings been so hurt.I hurried down the stairs, the floorboards creaking beneath my feet. I expected Greyson to call out to me, to apologize for what he had said. But I heard nothing. I reached the bottom of the stairs and ran to my room, slamming the door behind me. I collapsed onto the floor, my body shaking with sobs. My tears flowed freely, and I put my hands over my mouth, trying to muffle my screams. I waited for the sound of footsteps, for the knock on the door, for Greyson to apologize. But there was only silence.My
Greyson’s POV.My eyes widened as she spoke the last words. “Bullied? How?” I asked, my voice cracking. “Jayden hardly talks,” I said, shaking my head in disbelief. My wife and I had been divorced for years, and our son had been affected more than I could have imagined. The divorce had been hard on all of us, but I never thought it would lead to Jayden being bullied at school. I sighed and ran my hand through my hair, trying to process what she had just told me. I watched her walk away, swaying her hips as if to taunt me. I groaned in frustration.“Amelia!” I yelled, but she kept on walking, her back to me. I pushed my chair aside and stood up, nearly falling over in the process. I ran after her, my heart pounding in my chest. “Amelia, I'm your boss!” I yelled, my voice strained. “You have to listen to me!” She stopped and turned to face me, her eyes flashing with anger. “Just because you're my boss doesn't mean you can control my life. I have a fucking life to live!” she yelled,
Greyson’s POV.“A gun?” I asked, my voice disbelieving. “What on earth would you be doing with a gun?” “Well, I almost escaped a… a…,” she struggled to find the words, “an attempted sexual assault, so the police gave me a gun for safety reasons.” My mind reeled. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. “What?” I yelled, my voice ringing through the room. She rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed with me. “Why are you so surprised? It's not like I'm a criminal or something.”“Oh my God, Amelia,” I said, my voice trembling. “You used that gun in front of my son?” “No,” she said quickly, “I'm not that dumb. I made sure Jayden was in the car. I put some cartoons on my phone for him to watch while I went to deal with the car that was following us. When we were almost home, I stepped out and shot the man through the car window, hitting him in the left eye.” I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I felt a rush of emotions: relief, fear, disbelief. "Thank you, but that doesn’t mean, I still a
Amelia’s POV.At first, I thought he was going to ignore my embrace, but then I felt his hands on my back, pulling me closer. His cologne filled my nose, and I felt my heart racing. I wanted nothing more than to bury my face in his neck, to feel his lips on mine. But I resisted the urge, knowing it would be inappropriate. I simply rested my head against his chest, taking in the warmth of his body, trying to steady my breath.“Ahem,” he cleared his throat, and I quickly pulled away from him, my face flushed with embarrassment. The room felt suddenly awkward and tense. I could feel my heart beating faster, my breath quickening. I began to fidget with my hair, unable to meet his gaze. “I should go check on Jayden,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. “Good night, Mr. Jarvis,” I mumbled, my voice trembling. He nodded, his expression unreadable, but he didn’t move. “You can call me Greyson,” he said, and I turned to look at him, a faint blush spreading across my cheeks. The urge to to
Amelia’s POV.“Aren't I invited to join you for breakfast?” Greyson asked, folding his arms across his chest. He looked almost… insulted. I felt a twinge of guilt. “I'm sorry, Mr. Jarvis,” I stammered. “I just assumed you wouldn't be interested. You always skip breakfast.” “Well, maybe I would have been interested today,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “And besides, I told you to call me Greyson.” I felt a blush creep up my cheeks. “Sorry, Greyson. I'll remember next time.” He smiled, and I let out a sigh of relief. "It's fine, and I am not angry,” he said, raising his hands in the air, and I gave him a smile.Greyson strolled over to us, a smile on his face. He leaned down and placed a kiss on Jayden's forehead, making my heart flutter. Then, he turned to me. “Good morning, champ,” he said, his eyes twinkling as he leaned and kissed Jayden’s cheek. I couldn’t help but wish I was the one getting those kisses. Jayden looked up from his pancakes and beamed. “Good morning, papa!” he
Amelia’s POV.“Please, Amelia,” he pouted, his lower lip quivering. I couldn't say no to that face. “Okay,” I said, surrendering with a sigh. “Yay!” he exclaimed, jumping up and down. I laughed, his enthusiasm contagious. “Let's go get ready,” he said, running off to his room. I shook my head, a smile playing on my lips. I may have been having doubts about this carnival trip, but it was impossible to resist Jayden’s enthusiasm. I stood up and followed him to his room.I helped him select an outfit and dress him, while I headed to my room to get ready. I took a hot shower, the steam filling the room and relaxing my muscles. I got out, wrapping a towel around myself. I put on my favorite pair of blue jeans and a black crop top that showed off my cleavage and accentuated my toned stomach. I knew I looked good, and I had to admit that a part of me was hoping to catch Greyson's eye. I smiled, a mischievous glint in my eyes.I curled my hair, letting it fall down my back in soft waves.