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
Two days later, Anna and Lisa's birthday came by in a flash. It was a success as well, despite Colson's constant fear and worry. The girls genuinely enjoyed themselves and the party and funny enough, so did Roman. I watched intently as he smiled at every action the girls took, every compliment they gave him…heck I didn't even expect him to be there. But then Colson said he hasn't missed their birthdays since they were born…and I wasn't sure how to feel about that. Unfortunately I couldn't stay till the end, despite how much I wanted to. As I bade goodbye to the girls and apologized to Colson, I tried to avoid the confused and suspicious gaze Roman was sending my way. I didn't want to ruin his mood by telling him where I was going, so I lied that I had a routine check up at the hospital. Then I left. It wasn't until I stepped into my car and told the driver where I was going, before I realized that my cheeks were hurting from smiling so much. Some genuine and mostly no
AMELIA FIVE YEARS AGO… I felt the impact. I knew I did. My body left the road and for a few seconds I couldn't feel anything, no pain, no anger, just quiet. Then I felt my body slam back down on the road, I landed on my stomach and the explosive pain immediately overwhelmed me. Strangely enough, I didn't black out. I was there, wailing…confused, regretful and crying for help with what little strength I had left. I watched as the truck sped off, leaving me all alone, broken and bleeding in the middle of that abandoned road. I crawled to the edge of the road, dragging my broken body as I reached for my phone. There it was, lit up, screen cracked but still functional. I called the ambulance and the second I told them I was dying, everything went black. The next thing I remembered was the numbing feeling of something moving around in me. A person's hands perhaps? All too soon it was over and I felt like they'd taken out all of my organs, it was a strange feeling. I felt
ROMAN“If it isn't my favorite brother-in-law,” Alexander's irritating voice drawled from the other instantly making regret picking his call. “Alexander, if there's anything you have to say, just say it,” I muttered, looking being me for the nth time since I reached the back garden, trying to make sure none of the girls or guests followed me. “Well, how did my sister end up with a man as unromantic as you?” He tutted, chuckling like he found the situation all too amusing. Alexander was my friend, but that was a long time ago before I realized he was a power hungry snake with next to no morals, now the only reason I kept him alive was because of Amelia. But every time I hear his voice, I'm reminded of the reason why I shot the fucker and why I never wanted anything else to do with him. “Come on now, pakhan,”“Don't call me that!” I snapped, unable to hide the pure irritation in my tone. “Alright, alright…” He blew out a breath, “Do you have people watching her at all times? Things