AMELIA

“Miss Amelia,” Trenton greeted warmly, helping me with my luggage and handing them over to the maid, Fiona, who looked rather ecstatic to see me.

I was unable to show mych enthusiasm though, I was angry exhausted and quite frankly, resisting the urge to break down in tears.

I've had many one night stands, I've gotten used to men not wanting me after the first night. After all, they never found me attractive to begin with. But with Roman…I felt insulted.

There was no one to blame but myself though. My lack of self control, my inability to remind myself that I am no longer that woman that fell for him all those years ago.

I forced a smile. Hugging Trenton. I could tell it caught him off guard. The man and I barely ever showed anything affection to each other. Though I know he cares just as as much as I do.

Trenton his slow, but he hugs me back, his large palm patting my back comfortingly.

Waves of emotions washed over me, every pent up emotion threatening to be let out.

I f