Nathan’s POV
I was finding it hard to concentrate on anything today. Yesterday, I ran into the girl of my dreams. “Amelie,” I purr. The taste of her name on my lips was delicious. I had never been affected by a woman like this before. I needed to know her, to possess her, to consume her. I thought of all the things that I would do to her. How my lips would taste every inch of her body. How I would make her cum repeatedly until I was ready to claim her and slam myself inside her. Oh, how I would mark her with my cum. I was rock hard thinking about it, even though I had jerked off twice in the shower this morning to the vision of her face. I couldn’t get rid of the hard-on that had persisted since I met her yesterday.
“Dr. Michaels? Dr. Michaels?”
I glanced up to find Samuel standing in front of my desk. How long had he been standing there?
“Lost in thought?” Samuel smiles.
If he only knew all the sinful things floating through my mind right now, I’m sure he’d be blushing. “Samuel, any information on the little project I gave you?”
“I have it right here, sir.” He reaches over, handing me a folder.
“Thank you, Samuel, that’s all for now.” I grip the blue folder as he scurries out of my office.
Ok, what’s the 411? I open the folder. Let’s see what you’re all about, Amelie Cavanaugh. How do I make you mine? Hopefully, this information will help me to see what makes you tick. I look at the first page in the folder.
Zander Alexander Cavanaugh
Birthdate: December 11 (age 16)
in high school
Football team – Quarterback.
Swim team.
Hmmm, a great student. I glance over the rest of Zander’s file quickly and flip to Amelie’s.
Amelie Jane Cavanaugh (Fuck, I love her name)
Birthdate: September 19 (age 20)
Graduated Honours with distinction from high school. Valedictorian. (Well, well, well. My Amelie is not only gorgeous but intelligent as fuck)
Columbia University – Full scholarship – Business Major with Economics minor – Top of the Class in all courses. (Intriguing, might be helpful)
I skim the other general information about awards, school history, and extracurricular activities.
I flip the page.
Parents – Elizabeth Cavanaugh & Edwin Cavanaugh - DECEASED
Big, bold letters made me gasp. ORPHANED. She lost her parents at 8 years old. My poor baby. Foster homes from 8 – 14 years old. Amelie has been on her own since she was 14. What the fuck! What happened that made her leave foster care? How did she survive with her brother at 14? I ran my fingers through my hair.
“Samira,” I bellow out on the intercom.
“Yes, sir,” Samira responds.
“I need Frank Thompson in my office immediately,”
“Ok, sir. I will let him know right away,” Samira cheerfully says.
Frank Thompson walks through my door 15 minutes later, looking slightly flustered. I give a slight chuckle to myself. Sometimes, I feel like a high school principal when I call people to my office. Everyone is always so worried that they did something wrong.
“Hi Frank, take a seat,” I point towards the chairs in front of my desk. “You’re probably wondering why I called you here.”
“Yes, it’s not every day you’re summoned to the 42nd floor,” he states, a bit stressed.
“I have a special project for you and need your utmost discretion.”
“You know you can count on me, Nathan,” he relaxes his shoulders and leans forward.
“I need you to create a position for university students to shadow my PA for job experience. Set it up as a contest, and the recipient will get $10,000 in school costs. I want the information out today so Amelie Cavanaugh of Columbia University can apply and win.”
“But Nathan…” he says shocked.
I cut him off. “Is there a problem?”
“No, sir, it will be out today.”
“That is all Frank.”
Amelie’s POVI feel so guilty going to school and leaving Zander in the hospital. I should be there for him. I need to be working to make money. I shake my head, eye on the prize Amelie, and chide myself. Onwards and Upwards.“AME!” I hear my name being screamed. I see Tiff running across the quad, waving her arms. I wave and smile at her.“Oh my gosh, Ame. Did you hear the big news?” She questions, panting out the words.“News? What news?” I cock my eyebrow at her.“Michaels Investment Group is offering a temporary position for a university student to work with the CEO’s assistant and gain business experience. They are giving a prize of $10,000 to the person who gets the position!” She looks at me with an intense gaze. “Ame! You must apply! You are a shoo-in.”“$10,000!” My heart starts racing in my chest. I have to enter; I have to win. I need that money for Zander!I was distracted the entire day. I couldn’t get the Michaels Investment Group position out of my mind. To work at su
Amelie's POVThank goodness I only had class until 1:00 pm today. I want to look perfect for the interview. Against my advice, Tiff is playing hooky from class this afternoon to help me prepare and drive me to the interview so I don't have to take the subway. After my last class, I met her in the quad, and we quickly made it to her car. We head straight to my apartment so that I can shower, do my hair and makeup, and get dressed. I make sure to put on extra deodorant because I'm so nervous that I feel like I'm already sweating buckets.Tiff rushes me into the car and drives me downtown. We arrive at the Michaels Investment building safe and sound.Tiff looks at me and says, "Ame, you have this in the bag. I have full confidence in you!" She reaches over and hugs me."I hope so," I breath nervously, "I want this position.""It's yours," she states, "now go get them tiger."I hop out of the car and stride towards the front entrance.I am so fucking nervous! Breathe, Amelie, I told mysel
Nathan’s POVI watched the camera focus on the waiting room after Samira had messaged me that all the candidates were present. Oh my, Amelie, how have you gotten even more beautiful? She was wearing a pencil skirt with a subtle slit up her left thigh, and when she crossed her legs, my dick went hard at the sight of the flesh of her thigh. Her white blouse was fitted in all the right places, and her hair was tied up in a high ponytail, exposing the creamy skin on her neck. Fuck! I wanted to march right out there and tell the other candidates to fuck off. Frank had then collected them and taken them into the small conference room. I switched the monitor to the conference room and watched the interview. No one could hold a candle to Amelie. Not only was she stunningly beautiful, but she also spoke eloquently and confidently with every answer she gave. She, indeed, was the complete package.When the candidates returned to the waiting room, I noticed that one of the male candidates decided
Amelie’s POVSamuel showed me to the ladies' room, and I pushed inside.I let out a huge squeal. I FUCKING GOT THE JOB! I must be dreaming. Please, no one, wake me up. I can’t believe it. I walked over to the mirror and gazed at it. You, Amelie Jane Cavanaugh, you fucking rock! I pointed at myself in the mirror.I can’t believe I can help my brother with his surgery. I still had a long way to go, but this was a start in the right direction.I quickly adjusted my ponytail, smoothed my clothes, and left the bathroom. Samuel was standing there waiting.“Well, Amelie. Welcome to the team. I can’t wait to work with you,” Samuel beamed, “Now, let’s get to dinner and finish this paperwork.”He directed me back towards the offices.As we walked towards the offices, Samuel spoke, “Relax, Amelie, you look a little tense.”“It’s a little unnerving to be here. I’ve dreamed of working for a company like this since I was a kid. While the other little girls played wedding dress up, I was carrying a
Amelie’s POVIt was official. I was now the winner of the student position at Michaels Investment Group. I was on cloud 9.We exited the restaurant and loaded back in the car.“We just need to drop Samuel off back at the office so he can drop off the documents and pick up his car. Then we’ll drive you home,” Nathan said.“You don’t need to do that. I can take the subway,” I stated.“Absolutely not, Amelie,” Nathan frowned at me, “I need to make sure you make it home safe.”He NEEDS to make sure I’m safe. Not that he wants to make sure I get home. He NEEDS. I involuntarily blush. His gaze on me makes my core clench. I want to reach out and run my fingers through his hair. I want to touch those full pink lips, and I imagine the taste of his skin on my lips. What is wrong with me? He’s my boss’s boss. I should not be feeling these feelings about him.“Thank you, Mr.… I mean Nathan,” I say, blushing. Saying his first name feels so personal, so intimate.Nathan POVMy name on her lips is t
Amelie’s POV“So, Amelie, this is your new home,” Samuel stated.“Would it be unprofessional of me to squeal?” I asked, entering my new office next to Samuel’s.“Ha, ha, ha,” he chuckles, “I won’t tell anyone if you do. It will be our little secret.” He winks.“Let me just grab a few things from my office; I’ll be right back,” he says, exiting the room.I glance around the office. No, my office. I can’t believe this is happening. I walk over to the desk and sit in the chair. It allows me to squeal without anyone there. Samuel walks back in mid-squeal. He laughs and shakes his head, and I turn beet red.“So, Amelie, this is your company laptop and phone,” he hands both over to me, “I suggest you take your laptop home with you. Sometimes, Nathan needs something in the middle of the evening or night. It is best to have it with you so you don’t have to go into the office to solve the problem. I learned that very early on!”“Gotcha,” I say."As Nathan said, we are really flexible with your
Amelie’s POVWhen I arrived at work on Wednesday, I went straight to my office. There was a huge bouquet of lilies on my desk. I reached for the card in the bouquet and opened it.Amelie,We are so lucky to have you join our team. Here’s to the start of a new beginning.NathanI sit down in my chair and hug the card. That’s so thoughtful of him. I dropped my hands to my lap and sighed.I started up my computer and signed into everything Samuel showed me yesterday.I found several emails from both Samuel and Nathan with some research duties and general work documentation.I get a chill and look up to see Nathan in the doorway. He’s leaning casually on the door frame with his hands in his pockets. How long has he been standing there? When I notice him, a big smile overtakes his face.“Good Afternoon, Amelie,” he says, “I just wanted to welcome you to Michaels Investment Group personally.”“Nathan,” I say, feeling flush, “thank you so much for the beautiful flowers. Lilies are my favor
Nathan’s POVWell, the business trip was a success. We acquired three new investment groups. We had only been aiming for two new acquisitions, but as soon as word got out that we were in the market, companies were falling over themselves to be part of the brand. I wanted to expand Michaels Investment Group to the West Coast. Seattle seemed like a good place to start. I needed to show my grandfather that I wanted his legacy and company to become a powerhouse across the entire country.We were on our way home now, and I couldn’t wait to return. Amelie's messages last night took me by surprise. It was so easy to talk to her, and I could honestly say that her texts were the highlight of my night. I wanted to see her but knew I’d have to wait until Friday.After landing in New York, I finished some paperwork at the office. Samira buzzed the intercom.“Yes, Samira?”“Alfred is here to see you,” she spoke with disdain.I laughed to myself. Samira despised Alfred as much as I did. When she fi
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