All Chapters of Lustful Desire: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Amelia’s POV“Eddie…” I tried to say something but the words got stuck when he leaned in and gave me a peck. My eyes remained closed, expecting more than a peck from him but that was just all. I opened my eyes and I saw him smiling at me. “What were you expecting? A deep kiss?” He asked me teasingly.I gasped at his audacity and glared at his smiling face. It was obvious that he had been teasing me, and yet, I could not deny or lie to myself that that was exactly what I had hoped for. I huffed and puffed as I pulled away from me, acting offended like a Victorian prima and proper lady. I cleared my throat, not knowing what to say and then eventually told him that I had not been expecting anything from him, especially not what he had been implying. He raised an eyebrow at me and one corner of his lips turned up into a smirk. “I only wanted to inquire about the document to know what to help you look for,” I finally managed to get out.“It’s my divorce file,” he said.I almost screamed

Eddie's POVI was still on my bed, thinking about Amelia and what had happened between us just a few moments ago when my eyes began to droop tiredly. I let out a huge yawn that shocked even myself as soon as it escaped, causing me to briefly wonder why I was so exhausted. My eyes fell on the huge desk and leather chair in one corner of my room and I suddenly realized why as it clicked into place. I scratched my hair as I remembered how sleep had eluded me for a while, mostly after I had met Amelia again. There were several nights that I tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep with my mind busy and buzzing. And true to nature, I had not wasted that opportunity. Every night, I would get up after finding it difficult to sleep, grab my briefcase and my laptop, turn on the lights, walk over to my desk, settle in it comfortably or as comfortably as I could and just work. My ability to tune out thoughts, emotions, feelings and even physical needs and just focus on work had been one of th

Amelia’s POVI picked up Eddie’s call and then he asked about my mom’s welfare. I replied to him mom was feeling better and I explained to him that I was on my way to pick Chloe up from school. “I should have relieved you of the stress of picking her up but I have a lot of work to do at the office,” he said.“It’s fine plus it’s part of my job description to pick Chloe up after school,” I said.“Thank you so much, Amelia and let me know if there is anything I can do to help with your mom’s bill,” he said."And also, my driver has officially resumed work so he will soon be at the hospital to pick you up before you both go on to pick up Chloe from school."I wanted to protest against that, but then realized it was most likely for Chloe's sake. Chloe was the daughter of a wealthy socialite and an even wealthier businessman. The young girl probably did not even know that there was something like a public transportation system. I thanked him and then hung up after. I quickly texted Blair

Amelia’s POV“That’s my mom!” I heard Chloe yelling out loud, pointing towards her mother among the celebrities walking in. “What?” I asked, looking so surprised and before I could say anything, Chloe yanked her hand out of mine and ran towards her mother. I yelled out her name in shock, watching with my heart in my throat as the little girl expertly weaved between the crowds to get to her mother. I then watched as the two hugged each other and cameras stuttered, each media representative taking pictures of them. I stood at a side watching them and just then, Chloe pulled on her mother's hands, pointing at me. Her mother bent down to her level to hear whatever Chloe was saying. She nodded once and then rose to her feet, turning to face and the two began to approach me.“Mom, this is Amelia, my new chef and nanny. She is me and daddy's friend,” Chloe proudly said. “And Amelia, this is my mom,” Chloe said, smiling. She hesitated over her next words, putting her hand to her chin. She

Amelia’s POVPerhaps because I had thought of him while cooking, I dreamt about Eddie when I was asleep. It wasn't the sleek, polished Eddie of the present, but the one from just before the cracks began to show in our relationship. The Eddie who still had a sparkle in his eyes, but a flicker of something else had begun to cloud them – ambition, perhaps, or a restlessness that hadn't been there before.It wasn't the sleek, polished Eddie of the present, but the one from just before the cracks began to show in our relationship. The Eddie who still had a sparkle in his eyes, but a flicker of something else had begun to cloud them – ambition, perhaps, or a restlessness that hadn't been there before.We were in our tiny apartment, the familiar scent of old books and stale coffee clinging to the air. I sat curled up on the worn sofa, a half-written story sprawled out on my lap. The rhythmic tapping of my pen was the only sound that broke the silence.The front door creaked open, and I look