Greyson’s POV."Are you okay?" I asked, looking at her with concern. She nodded, but her eyes were still watery. I patted her back and offered her a tissue. I couldn't help but wonder why she had started choking. I thought back to the question I had asked her, about whether or not she had a boyfriend. Has it been a sensitive subject for her? I decided to ask again, gently. "Do you mind if I ask, do you have a boyfriend?" I said, trying to keep my tone neutral. She looked at me with a skeptical expression, as if she was trying to decide if she should speak or not."No, I don't," she blurted out, her cheeks turning red. I gave her a sly smile, and she rolled her eyes. "How would a pretty girl like you not have a boyfriend?" I teased, gently taking her hand and caressing it. She shrugged. "The pretty girl has spent most of her time babysitting your son," she said, her tone light and joking. I feigned hurt, clutching my heart and groaning, "Ouch! That stings." She let out a laugh a
Amelia’s POV.Just then, the door to my room burst open. I spun around, startled, to see Greyson standing in the doorway, a sheepish smile on his face. I blushed at the memory of our kiss, my face heating up like a furnace. I couldn't bring myself to meet his eyes, so I looked away, my heart racing. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt," he said, his voice soft and apologetic. "It's okay," I managed to say, my voice sounding small and far away. "I just wanted to check on you," he said. "Are you okay?" I swallowed hard, my heart still pounding in my chest. "I'm... I'm okay," I said, still not meeting his gaze. I felt like a silly schoolgirl, unable to control my emotions. "Are you sure?" he asked, his tone gentle and caring. I took a deep breath and forced myself to look at him. I knew I shouldn't have looked into his eyes. It was like diving headfirst into an ocean of emotion, and I was drowning. His eyes were so intense, so full of feeling, that I could hardly breathe. I let o
Greyson’s POV.My eyes darted between Jayden and Amelia, my mind spinning. "What's going on?" I asked, my voice shaking with confusion. "Nothing," Jayden replied, his face betraying no emotion. He ran off to the bathroom, and Amelia let out a laugh, shaking her head. I stood there, feeling like I was missing something important. "Jayden!" I called out, but he didn't respond. “Jayden!” "Papa, I'm late for school!" I heard him shout from the bathroom, and I couldn't help but chuckle.I was so curious about what Jayden had been about to say before he ran off. I knew that the only way to get him to talk would be to offer him something he loved - chocolate. I watched as he interacted with Amelia, a warm feeling filling my heart. Jayden was usually so reserved, but with Amelia, he was different. He seemed to be more open and comfortable, and it melted my heart to see how well they got along. I wanted to know what it was about her that made him so different, but I knew I would have to be
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