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AMELIAAs I stepped into the conference room, the weight of every single gaze in the room pressed down on me like a bag of rocks on my sboulders. The air felt thick with tension, making it harder to breathe than it already was. My heart was hammering against my ribcage like a bell, threatening to burst right through, but I refused to let my nervousness show on my face. Instead, I schooled my features into what I hoped was a pleasant, confident expression and offered everyone a practiced smile.I'd been dreading this meeting for weeks. Because despite all of my research and catching up, I knew there would definitely be a slip up. I had to be cautious. My amnesia made being in there seem like my life long dream had come too early. The conference room was exactly as I remembered it - a large, oval mahogany table dominated the space, surrounded by plush leather chairs. Floor-to-ceiling windows lined one wall, offering a spectacular view of the city skyline. But right now, I couldn't a
Wellington corp for me has always been an unattainable height for me. From when my parents had been looking for a space for their company, I've always looked up at it and thought to myself, ‘Would we ever achieve something as powerful as this?’It's why I also developed a passion in business, I wanted to grow Grayson's Holdings to be that good. Because I wanted to be someone that could be associated with them, that wouldn't be looked down on when I mention their name and mine in the same sentence. Now I am that someone, but not in the way I expected. I barely remember it though. My memories were returning but not at the pace I wanted it to. Everyone seemed to recognize me the second I walked into the massive building and the reactions I got were a stark contrast to what Grayson had shown. There were looks of reverence and respect. The security up front recognized me immediately and gave me a warm greeting before I made my way to the counter at the lobby. Which led me to question a
ROMAN She looked like she'd walked straight out of the most beautiful painting I'd ever seen. The greens in her eyes seemed brighter and swirling with emotions I couldn't comprehend all at once. I wasn't sure when it had started or why it hasn't stopped, but everytime I see Amelia…I want to kiss her. Every single time the thought runs through my mind, heavy…honest. She was dressed in a pants suit and if I didn't know any better I would say she was back to who she used to be, but the blond hair, that twinkle in her eyes and the discomfort in her posture. She didn't love me anymore. Somehow…I wasn't okay with that. She was solely attracted to me now, she's admitted to it a few times. I shook my head. None of those thoughts mattered, not now…not until she wants what I want. “You should have called, I would've rounded up sooner,” I voiced, watching as her lips stretched into what seemed to be an uncomfortable smile. She was on edge, something was up with her. She shook her he
AMELIAHis question held a hint of something in it that I was too afraid to identify at that moment. The unmistakable feel of his strong fingers around my wrist was enough to make my emotions go haywire. I stood frozen on the spot, his words sinking in. The sheer honesty in them and how fast my heart was beating in that moment. I had to get it together…I had to… “Amy?” He asked, this time uncertainty seeped into his tone. I turned around slowly, meeting his eyes was one thing…keeping my gaze firm was another. “Is there…something you need me to do for you?” I questioned foolishly despite understanding his words quite well. He didn't want me to leave. Just as I was hesitant to leave. Roman shook his head and offered a small smile that made my stomach flip, “No, nothing,” He admitted with what I'd almost mistaken for a sheepish tone. “Just stay, for a bit. Have lunch with me,” He offered. I lifted a brow. As surprised as I was by his sudden request, I couldn't help but have coun
AMELIA Roman was…honestly not what I expected him to be. For some reason, after breaking up with Bertha he seemed like a completely different person. Sure, we were obviously avoiding the topic of…our kiss…the sex…and everything else in between, like the obvious fact that we both wanted to fuck each other again. I think Roman and I would've been really good friends in another time…probably. A man this good looking? “What's on your mind?” I smiled as I met his curious gaze. “I thought you were joking when you said burger,” I admitted, looking down at the shiny burger in front of me. Roman took a bite out of his and shook his head. Chewing like he was doing an ad for the restaurant. Holy shit his lips looked so…good. His pink tongue darted out, licking a stray sauce that lingered in the corner, then picked up the tissue in front of him for extra measure. I watched the man like I was being paid to do so, I couldn't take my eyes off him. He groaned as he swallowed, ey
The drive to Colson's house was filled with Roman muttering under his breath about "tiny terrors" and "last time I babysat". I couldn't help but grin, watching his usually composed demeanor crack at the mere thought of dealing with children. Who would have thought that the mighty Roman Wellington had a weakness for little girls in pigtails?“I'm sure they're not that bad,” I whispered at one point and the only reply I got was a glare which only made me laugh harder. As we pulled up to Colson's house…a massive bungalow that looked so beautiful from the outside, my eyes widened. The place was absolute chaos – and that was just from what I could see outside. Delivery vans lined the circular driveway, workers were hauling in what looked like pieces of carnival rides, and through the massive windows, I could see people scurrying about with armfuls of ribbons and balloons."Oh my God," Roman breathed, putting the car in park. "What has he gotten himself into?" He looked on with wide eyes,
Colson shook his head, then seemed to remember the crisis at hand. "Since you've thrown Roman to the wolves, the least you can do is help me with the cake situation." As we walked into the house, I was struck by the organized chaos inside. Every surface seemed to be covered in some form of party preparation – half-inflated balloons, piles of party favors, what looked like enough candy to give diabetes to half of Manhattan. A harried-looking woman with a clipboard hurried past us, speaking rapidly into a headset about "princess protocol." "So," I said, stepping over a box of party hats, "Exactly how many people are coming to this party?" Colson's laugh had a slightly hysterical edge to it. "Originally? About twenty of their little friends from preschool. But then Lisa overheard someone at the park talking about a sweet sixteen, and suddenly they both decided that four was basically sixteen, so..." "So now it's..." "A full-blown extravaganza with about a hundred guests, three b
AMELIA As we reached the top of the stairs, the sound of giggling grew louder. Roman's grip on my hand tightened slightly, and I couldn't help but smirk at his obvious apprehension. Who would have thought that the great Roman Wellington, terror of the boardroom, would be brought low by a pair of four-year-old girls? Well, things happen every day. "Uncle Roman!" Lisa's voice rang out as we entered what I assumed was the playroom. "You're back!" The room looked like a glitter bomb had exploded. Every surface was covered in some form of sparkle, and in the center of it all sat the twins, surrounded by an impressive array of nail polishes, tiaras, and what appeared to be every Disney princess costume ever made. Anna, the slightly bossier of the two (if that was even possible), pointed an imperious finger at a small chair clearly meant for someone much smaller than Roman. "Sit," she commanded. "We need to finish your makeover." I bit my lip to keep from laughing as Roman obedientl