Amelia’s POV.“Yes, Mr. Greyson, your girlfriend really helped in the bully case.” The head teacher's words hung in the air, a chilling mist enveloping me. I swallowed hard, a knot of dread tightening in my chest. “Girlfriend?” Mr. Greyson echoed, his voice a low murmur as his eyebrows furrowed confused.I could feel the blood draining from my face, my hands clammy with fear. Holy shit, I'm dead, I thought, my mind racing through potential escape routes. But there was no escape—the truth was out, and I was left standing. How do I explain to him that I was the one who made the head teacher think we were in a relationship?Greyson's eyes lingered on me like a predator stalking its prey, his gaze a palpable force that made my skin crawl. My fingers twitched nervously, twisting strands of hair as I tried to ignore the head teacher's prying question.“Isn't she your girlfriend?” she prodded, her voice a grating reminder of my predicament. My blood boiled, my nails digging into my palm as
CHAPTER ONEI lifted my head off the pillow trying to open my eyes fully. But it seemed as if they had a mind of their own. My lashes felt so heavy as if they were eights on them.As I slowly became more alert, I rolled on my back and stared blankly at the ceiling as I dragged my fingers over my face and let out a lone yawn. Was it morning already?The sun invaded my room through the curtains.I guess it was morning.What time is it? I focus on the clock, the numbers are all blurry and distorted. Nine in the morning. . . I think to myself casually as I start lowering my head back to the pillow.NINE IN THE MORNING!My eyes popped open wide like I'd been splashed in the face with ice-cold water. Nine! Shit, I'm going to be late for my interview!Who goes late for an Interview? I'll tell you who... Me!"Damn it," I huffed out to myself as I jolted up from bed, tossing the blankets off as if there were a thousand fire ants inside it. "Damn, damn, damn." The words fly off my tongue as I j
"Oh, I uh, I'm. . ." I stutter, trying to find the words to explain why I'm topless in his office like this.The whole situation was a minor misunderstanding, but for some strange reason, I couldn't explain myself to this man.The smug on his face was still very much present as if this ordeal was entertaining him.Why didn't I use the bathroom? Why did I decide to come in here?Was there even a way to scavenge this interview, it was already in the mud.There was a zero percent chance that your possible employer would see your boobs at your job interview but of course, I Amelia Harper managed to beat all odds. I wasn't being sarcastic but factual, this could have happened to anyone but it happened to meHe was Mr. Jarvis, the stranger who I bumped into. The man who saw my boobs, and is still seeing it, fuck I was still topless."I know how this looks. But—"Mr. Jarvis is not only my man who I might end up taking care of his kid, but he's also the sexiest man I've ever had.And now he's
There I was on Mr. Jarvis's desk and it was the same office scenario all over again. But much worse. With him touching me.The only thing I wanted now was to scream 'Mr. Jarvis' on the top of my lungs till he made me cum.The ache down in my core was becoming painful and I was so wet that my thighs were turning slippery.He wasn't talking, just looking. His dark brows snap together. "You haven’t come before, Amelia?"I shake my head."God, Amelia. We have to fix that."He slowly removed his suit leaving him looking like a pro version of Christian Grey. Christine 1.0. "Your body needs mine, I’m going to make it all better."He leans down and captures my mouth in a hard, seeking a kiss. "You were made for me, Amelia," he grates when he pulls away. His eyes trailed its gaze down to my boobs, he looked at it as if it was a treasure, and it made me feel very much vulnerable.He moved back, raking his hands along his head. My chest shudders up and down as he moves closer and closer till
Chapter 4 Grayson's POV “Haah,” I groaned as I buried my face in my hands. “What was I thinking? Why did I say such a stupid thing to her?” I felt like such an idiot.I couldn't stop thinking about her smile, her gentle eyes, her warm presence. She seemed to have such an effect on me, and I was unable to explain it. I wanted to kiss her, to hold her, to be close to her. The last time I felt this way didn't end well, and when I got married, she abandoned me and my son. I remembered begging her not to leave.“I can't pretend to be happy with you, It’s over, just let me go.” Alisha’s words rang in my head like a broken record, I was stunned, unable to respond.“Okay, what about our baby? This will be unfair to him. Please give me a chance so we can settle our difference.” I pleaded, hoping this will convince her.“Which baby?” She asked in a mocking tone, “that thing.” She continued pointing towards our son. “That your mess takes care of it.” She said her eyes were cold, and her face
Amelia’s POV.I stood, frozen in shock at the sight before me. Greyson was touching himself, his eyes closed and his breath coming in gasps. I could hear him muttering something, but the sound was muffled and indistinct. His body was toned and muscular, and as I watched, he groaned, a look of pleasure crossing his face. The size of his dick was impressive, and I felt my mouth go dry as I stared. I licked my lips, my heart pounding as I watched, unable to look away.Just then, his eyes flew open, and his gaze met mine. The shock in his eyes was evident, and I could see the moment he realized that I had been watching him. My heart was racing, and I took a step back, trying to put some distance between us. But then he lunged forward, trying to close the gap. I turned and ran, my feet pounding against the floor as I raced away. My breath was coming in gasps, and my heart was pounding in my chest. I ran as fast as I could.I finally made it to my room, fumbling with the key as I locked t
Amelia’s POV.I heard a tiny voice calling my name, “Amelia, Amelia.” I groaned, my eyes still closed, as I was pulled from my thoughts. I tried to open my eyes, but they were still heavy with sleep. I blinked a few times, and then squinted against the bright light of the early morning sun. As my eyes adjusted, I saw Jayden's face in front of me. He was looking at me, his face full of concern. I smiled at him, trying to shake off the remnants of my dream. “Good morning,” I said, my voice still a bit groggy. “Good morning,” he said, but his face was still downcast. “What's the matter?” I asked, a note of concern in my voice. “I'm almost late for class,” he said, looking at me with wide eyes. I looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was already 7:00 am. “Oh no!” I exclaimed. I quickly sprang into action, grabbing Jayden's clothes and throwing them at him. “You have to get dressed, now!” I said, my voice sharp.Jayden started to laugh, and I looked at him in amusement.
Amelia’s POV.“Good morning, Mr. Jarvis,” I said again, my voice louder this time. Finally, Greyson looked up at me, his eyes scanning my body like I was a bug under a microscope. I felt myself tense up as he let out a hiss and walked past me, almost knocking me over. I stood there, frozen, as he disappeared into the house. Had he been upset that I had seen him last night? I watched as he climbed the stairs, my hands on my waist. I felt a sting of hurt that he had just ignored me like that. I stuck my middle fingers up at him, even though I knew he couldn't see me. I walked over to the dining table and sat down, my thoughts racing. I had thought we would have a good relationship. Had I done something wrong? I was unable to think of anything, but my heart was racing with worry.I began to shove the bread and tea into my mouth, almost choking myself in the process. I slowed down, taking a deep breath. I wondered if Greyson was always like this with his staff, or if it was just me. I