Nathan’s POVAmelie is here, for good. I’m not letting her go. I can’t wait for us to say I do. I called ahead and had Henrique set up dinner for us to discuss the contract. I usher Amelie into the apartment, and she has a big grin.“What are you thinking about that to have you grinning so big?” I ask Amelie.“I’m just a little giddy that I get to live in an apartment with such a spectacular view,” Amelie says as she walks towards the living room window.“Oh, and here I thought it’s my companionship that was the enticing thing,” I joke, “You have mortally wounded me.” I put my hand over my heart like I’ve been stabbed.Amelie turns towards me and laughs, “Oh, Nathaniel. You’re so dramatic.”“What did you just call me?” I cock my eyebrow at her.“Nathaniel,” she giggles.“Oh really,” I walk towards her.She shrieks and runs off towards the kitchen. I follow hot on her heels. Her giggles as she tries to outmaneuver me are the cutest thing. I reach her as she’s rounding the kitchen islan
Amelie’s POVI stared at the ring Nathan had placed on my finger. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I don’t care what the contract says. I reached over, grabbed the pen, and flipped to the last page. I scribble my signature on it.“We didn’t even finish going over the details,” Nathan looked at me confused.“I trust you, Nathan. I know you won’t do anything to hurt me,” I announced.He smiles, and I feel his happiness deep down in my core. I feel like it matches mine at this moment. I almost blurted out all my feelings for him, but I stopped myself because I knew I would be making a fool of myself.Nathan popped open the champagne bottle and poured two glasses. “Well, this calls for a celebration,” he says as he hands me a glass of champagne. “To our upcoming wedding!”“To our wedding!” I exclaim, and we clink glasses.“So, what does our timeline look like?” I queried.“Well, I know Zander’s surgery is tomorrow. The surgeon said he would need at least 1–2 weeks after the s
Amelie's POVI’m awoken by my alarm clock going off. It’s still dark outside, and I look around, confused. How did I get to this room? I rub my eyes and realize I’m in my room at Nathan’s. Did I pass out last night, and he carried me up?I slide out of bed and pad my way to the bathroom. I shower, then change into dark jeans and a cream-colored Aran knit fisherman’s sweater. I pull on my knee-high camel-colored boots that Nathan insisted I get and head down to the kitchen. Nathan is already in the kitchen and standing at the stove.“Good morning, sunshine,” he smiles.I stretch, “Morning, Nathan, what are you doing?”“Just making omelets for our breakfast,” he responds.“A Billionaire and a cook too?” I smile, “Man, I’ve hit the jackpot in the husband department.”Nathan lets out a hardy laugh as he’s plating up the omelets. “Service with a smile,” he says.I notice Nathan looking at my ring finger. I run my fingers over my hand. “I’m not wearing the engagement ring until we announce
Nathan's POV“Ok, Amelie, let’s go,” I grab her by the hand.“What? Where are we going?” She asks, puzzled.“Well, first, we’re going to take Grandfather back to his room,” I advise. “Then you and I have a date planned.”“But I want to be here when Zander returns from surgery,” Amelie states.“You will be. I spoke with Dr. Carrera earlier this morning. He said Zander won’t return to his room until at least 4:30 pm. So that looks like we have more than six hours to kill,” I answer.“Where are we going?” She questions.I push Grandfather towards the door, “Follow me, and you’ll find out.”Amelie starts following me down the hallway, and I look back at her. She’s probably not prepared for the day I will give her today, but I want to spoil her and pamper her. She needs to relax, and she’s definitely going to do that. I smile at her, and she looks curious.After we get Grandfather settled and say our goodbyes, I lead Amelie to the elevators by the hand. We get into the elevator, and I pres
Amelie’s POV“What?” I ask, puzzled.He holds out his hand to me, and I tentatively take it. We head through a set of glass doors, and the smell is overwhelming. A strong odor of sulfur and earth hits my nose. I then realize there is a massive pool of mud.“Mud?” I question.“Yes,” Nathan smiles, “mud.”“Amelie,” Charlotte says, “we’ll get you in first. Please remove your robe.”I shyly untie my robe; Charlotte holds it up and gives me some privacy as I slowly descend into the mud. I still hold my arm across my exposed chest as a precaution. I feel Nathan’s gaze on my back as I enter the mud pit. The sensation is nothing like I’ve ever felt before. Warm and squishy mud slowly overtakes my senses. I’m covered up past my breasts, thank goodness. Nathan has entered right after me. I’m a little self-conscious about being topless, but the mud is so thick I’m sure Nathan can’t see anything, plus I have my back to him.“Turn around,” Nathan requests.I hesitate to turn but then spin aroun
Nathan’s POVI turn my head as Amelie slips off her robe. Damn. I’m greeted by the most perfect perk ass I’ve ever seen in my life. Would it be wrong if I were to get up and bite it? I bit my lip and let out a faint cough.Both massage therapists enter the room and dim the lights. I hear the therapist speaking to Amelie and can’t believe it when she says she has never had a massage before. The way she carries herself, I always forget that she had a completely different upbringing from mine. She’s so elegant, charming, and refined. I make a mental note to ensure she’s booked for a weekly massage.Wait a minute, is that a male massage therapist she has? I requested a female one for her. No matter how professional he is, there is no way another man is rubbing his hands all over my Amelie. I motioned to Bernard, my concierge, and whispered in his ear. He motions for the therapist to switch places.The therapist starts the soft music, and I try to relax and enjoy the massage. Try is the op
“You told me it was over," she spoke. "Do you have feelings for this slut?""I love her. I want to be with her, not you," he replied. "There is nothing you can do to change that.""I don't understand," she screamed, "She is nothing, a nobody. Have your fling like you always do, and be done with her. I am not moving out of the way for that, that woman.""No, you don't understand," he declared. "You never meant anything to me. You were a business deal—a marriage of convenience. I have what I want from you. I fulfilled my obligation. Now I want a divorce." She picked up the crystal vase and threw it in the direction of his head. He moved just in time to dodge it. It struck the fireplace brick and shattered in a ton of jagged shards."ARE YOU CRAZY?" He stared at her, bewildered."You're the one that has lost your mind," she said coyly. "I will take you for EVERYTHING you are worth. Let's see how long it lasts when your reputation is smeared all over the sidewalk.""Are you threatening m
Amelie’s POVThere are days in your life that stand out for good or bad. Days you’ll always remember and days you wish you could forget. I remember my eighth birthday as one of the happiest days of my life. My parents surprised me and took the family to New York. First, we saw a Broadway show and then visited Times Square.The best that happened that day was my dream of standing on Wall Street. While most young girls played wedding dress up, I was carried around my dad’s old messenger briefcase and giving financial advice. I knew, one day, I would be working on this street, and I vowed this to myself as I glanced at the Bull statue. I had always been obsessed with New York and Wall Street, and the fact that I spent the day exploring it with my three favorite people made it the perfect day ever.The nonstop pace of the city drew me in, and I was captured, heart and soul. It was love at first sight. I knew this was where I belonged and could not wait to call it my home one day.Unfortu
Nathan’s POVI turn my head as Amelie slips off her robe. Damn. I’m greeted by the most perfect perk ass I’ve ever seen in my life. Would it be wrong if I were to get up and bite it? I bit my lip and let out a faint cough.Both massage therapists enter the room and dim the lights. I hear the therapist speaking to Amelie and can’t believe it when she says she has never had a massage before. The way she carries herself, I always forget that she had a completely different upbringing from mine. She’s so elegant, charming, and refined. I make a mental note to ensure she’s booked for a weekly massage.Wait a minute, is that a male massage therapist she has? I requested a female one for her. No matter how professional he is, there is no way another man is rubbing his hands all over my Amelie. I motioned to Bernard, my concierge, and whispered in his ear. He motions for the therapist to switch places.The therapist starts the soft music, and I try to relax and enjoy the massage. Try is the op
Amelie’s POV“What?” I ask, puzzled.He holds out his hand to me, and I tentatively take it. We head through a set of glass doors, and the smell is overwhelming. A strong odor of sulfur and earth hits my nose. I then realize there is a massive pool of mud.“Mud?” I question.“Yes,” Nathan smiles, “mud.”“Amelie,” Charlotte says, “we’ll get you in first. Please remove your robe.”I shyly untie my robe; Charlotte holds it up and gives me some privacy as I slowly descend into the mud. I still hold my arm across my exposed chest as a precaution. I feel Nathan’s gaze on my back as I enter the mud pit. The sensation is nothing like I’ve ever felt before. Warm and squishy mud slowly overtakes my senses. I’m covered up past my breasts, thank goodness. Nathan has entered right after me. I’m a little self-conscious about being topless, but the mud is so thick I’m sure Nathan can’t see anything, plus I have my back to him.“Turn around,” Nathan requests.I hesitate to turn but then spin aroun
Nathan's POV“Ok, Amelie, let’s go,” I grab her by the hand.“What? Where are we going?” She asks, puzzled.“Well, first, we’re going to take Grandfather back to his room,” I advise. “Then you and I have a date planned.”“But I want to be here when Zander returns from surgery,” Amelie states.“You will be. I spoke with Dr. Carrera earlier this morning. He said Zander won’t return to his room until at least 4:30 pm. So that looks like we have more than six hours to kill,” I answer.“Where are we going?” She questions.I push Grandfather towards the door, “Follow me, and you’ll find out.”Amelie starts following me down the hallway, and I look back at her. She’s probably not prepared for the day I will give her today, but I want to spoil her and pamper her. She needs to relax, and she’s definitely going to do that. I smile at her, and she looks curious.After we get Grandfather settled and say our goodbyes, I lead Amelie to the elevators by the hand. We get into the elevator, and I pres
Amelie's POVI’m awoken by my alarm clock going off. It’s still dark outside, and I look around, confused. How did I get to this room? I rub my eyes and realize I’m in my room at Nathan’s. Did I pass out last night, and he carried me up?I slide out of bed and pad my way to the bathroom. I shower, then change into dark jeans and a cream-colored Aran knit fisherman’s sweater. I pull on my knee-high camel-colored boots that Nathan insisted I get and head down to the kitchen. Nathan is already in the kitchen and standing at the stove.“Good morning, sunshine,” he smiles.I stretch, “Morning, Nathan, what are you doing?”“Just making omelets for our breakfast,” he responds.“A Billionaire and a cook too?” I smile, “Man, I’ve hit the jackpot in the husband department.”Nathan lets out a hardy laugh as he’s plating up the omelets. “Service with a smile,” he says.I notice Nathan looking at my ring finger. I run my fingers over my hand. “I’m not wearing the engagement ring until we announce
Amelie’s POVI stared at the ring Nathan had placed on my finger. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I don’t care what the contract says. I reached over, grabbed the pen, and flipped to the last page. I scribble my signature on it.“We didn’t even finish going over the details,” Nathan looked at me confused.“I trust you, Nathan. I know you won’t do anything to hurt me,” I announced.He smiles, and I feel his happiness deep down in my core. I feel like it matches mine at this moment. I almost blurted out all my feelings for him, but I stopped myself because I knew I would be making a fool of myself.Nathan popped open the champagne bottle and poured two glasses. “Well, this calls for a celebration,” he says as he hands me a glass of champagne. “To our upcoming wedding!”“To our wedding!” I exclaim, and we clink glasses.“So, what does our timeline look like?” I queried.“Well, I know Zander’s surgery is tomorrow. The surgeon said he would need at least 1–2 weeks after the s
Nathan’s POVAmelie is here, for good. I’m not letting her go. I can’t wait for us to say I do. I called ahead and had Henrique set up dinner for us to discuss the contract. I usher Amelie into the apartment, and she has a big grin.“What are you thinking about that to have you grinning so big?” I ask Amelie.“I’m just a little giddy that I get to live in an apartment with such a spectacular view,” Amelie says as she walks towards the living room window.“Oh, and here I thought it’s my companionship that was the enticing thing,” I joke, “You have mortally wounded me.” I put my hand over my heart like I’ve been stabbed.Amelie turns towards me and laughs, “Oh, Nathaniel. You’re so dramatic.”“What did you just call me?” I cock my eyebrow at her.“Nathaniel,” she giggles.“Oh really,” I walk towards her.She shrieks and runs off towards the kitchen. I follow hot on her heels. Her giggles as she tries to outmaneuver me are the cutest thing. I reach her as she’s rounding the kitchen islan
Amelie's POVIt’s only been two days, but it feels weird to be back here, especially with Nathan standing in my living room. What must he think? My apartment is worlds apart from his lifestyle. I’m embarrassed he’s here.“This is a cute little apartment,” Nathan says, “Too bad there are so many problems with it.”“Are you being sarcastic?” I questioned him.“No, why would I be sarcastic?” He asked, puzzled.“C’mon, Nathan, this apartment is nothing compared to your place.”“Amelie, do you honestly think I’m that stuck up? I know not everyone is as privileged as I am. That doesn’t make me think I’m any better than anyone else. I’m so proud of you for what you have accomplished with all the struggles you have gone through.”“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that you’re stuck up,” I said sheepishly, “I’m embarrassed at the fact that I live here. I’ve worked hard to make a life for Zander and myself.”“LIVED here,” he commented, “and it doesn’t matter where you live, Amelie, the power and deter
Amelie’s POVWhat is going on? Why is everyone running in and out of Zander’s room?I start down the hallway towards his room, and Nathan grabs my hand.“Don’t, Amelie,” he pleads, “Let’s find out what’s going on first.”I look up at him. I know he’s right, but I can’t wait. I struggle free from his grasp, and I push my way to the door.“ZANDER!” I cry out in shock as I see an entire team working on Zander. The tears start to fall heavy. “NO! SAVE HIM! PLEASE SAVE HIM!” I sob. Suddenly, a pair of strong arms envelop me. Nathan, I can tell by his scent.“You need to leave the room so we can do our job, Miss,” a young nurse says as she backs us towards the door.“I CAN’T LEAVE HIM!” I scream. Nathan wraps his arms tighter around me and carries me out of the room.I break down sobbing once outside. Nathan loosens his grip, and I turn around to him and hug him like my life depends on it. Nathan wraps his arm around my shoulder, cradling the back of my head. I sink into his scent, which h
Nathan’s POVWe head down to my Aston Vanquish and leave the underground parking lot. As soon as they spot the car coming up the ramp, the paparazzi flashes start. Luckily, they dissipate as soon as we’re on the road to the hospital.The wait is killing me. I want Amelie to tell me she’ll marry me. I want to get married to her and make her fall in love with me. I’ve never thought I’d say it, but I want a happily ever after for the both of us. I glance at her in the passenger seat of my car. She sings along to the radio and is adorable. I can’t help but smile.“Nathan, can we stop off at Bob’s by the hospital and get a milkshake?” She asks, “Zander is complaining that he’s being fed too healthy.” She giggles.“Definitely,” I respond, “who doesn’t love Bob’s shakes.”“What’s your favorite flavor?” She enquires.“I usually get strawberry, but my absolute favorite flavor was a special flavor they had in the fall,” I spoke.“Choco-banana swirl!” Amelie excitedly exclaims.“Yes!” I nod.W