Novels by Amycee

I expected Adrian to show up at my place, just like the last time.Maybe not with a peace offering this time, but something. Anger. A warning. Punishment. Anything. But nothing like that happened.One day passed. Then two.No messages. No calls. Nothing.On the morning of the third day, I finally asked Benita.“Has Adrian asked about me?”She shook her head.“Is he acting weird or anything?” I pressed.She gave me a look. “If you’re asking whether he’s affected by your absence, I’ll be honest… no.”I didn’t think it would get to me like that.“He’s actually been cool with everyone like usual,” she added. “Seems perfectly fine to me.”I frowned.Benita just laughed and walked away.I stayed home a little longer out of stubbornness, but by afternoon, I got tired of it. I missed everyone, and I wasn’t about to stop showing up just because of Adrian.Even though a quiet voice in my head kept calling me out on my own lie.Because the truth?I was going to see him.The moment I got to work

I dropped the flowers on the counter and found myself walking straight toward Adrian’s office.By the time I realized what I was doing, I was already pushing the door open. He didn’t look up. He didn’t even acknowledge that someone had walked in. Like I wasn’t worth the glance.I sighed and took a seat anyway.“Adrian… it’s not what it looks like.”He kept typing on his keyboard, completely ignoring me.“Benita and I just ran into him yesterday at the store. He asked for my number, and I didn’t give it to him, I swear. I didn’t even know he was going to send flowers.”Still nothing. It was like my words weren’t even reaching him.“Adrian,” I called again.This time, he slowly looked up. His expression gave nothing away.“Why are you explaining this to me?” he asked.That caught me off guard.“Oh…”The word slipped out because the question left me speechless. I didn’t even know why I felt like I owed him an explanation.“I just thought you’d want to know,” I muttered.“I don’t.”His to

Adrian was the one who broke the kiss, and for a second, neither of us moved.My lips were still tingling, my heart racing like I had just done something reckless… because I had.I opened my mouth to apologize, but before I could say a word, he placed a finger gently against my lips and shook his head.That single gesture shut me up completely.The rest of the show passed in a blur. I wasn’t even sure what songs were performed anymore. All I could think about was him, the way his lips had felt against mine: warm, firm, and addictive.My mind kept replaying it over and over again, and it didn’t help that Adrian was such a good kisser.I didn’t even know a kiss could feel like that.We kept stealing glances at each other for the rest of the night. Nothing was said, but everything felt… different.Even when he was driving me home, the silence between us wasn’t empty. It was heavy.Unlike the way I talked non-stop on the way there, I was completely quiet now. For once, I had nothing to sa

I talked about that concert so much that by the time the day finally came, Benita was practically thanking God.“Finally,” she threw her hands in the air, “some peace and quiet around here.”I laughed, already dressed hours ahead of time, pacing around my apartment in an attempt to contain my excitement.The moment Adrian texted that he was outside, I grabbed my bag and rushed out.He was leaning against the driver’s door, his attention on his phone. But the second he looked up, his eyes darkened slightly as they took me in.Blue rugged jeans, the kind with more rips than fabric. A black tank top that clung just enough. On my feet were clean white sneakers that tied the whole look together.He exhaled slowly. “You really like showing skin.”“It’s a concert,” I replied. “The lighter you dress, the better. There’ll be dancing, singing, jumping, and sweating.”His gaze dropped to my jeans. “It looks like you own these in different colors.”I grinned. “I do.”He took a step closer.Then a

Everyone who walked into Adrian’s office came out looking defeated. Apparently, he was in a mood, and not a quiet one. He was snapping at staff left and right.It wasn’t until George went in to update him about the new inventory and came out looking like he had just survived a storm that he walked straight up to me.“You need to go in there and fix whatever is going on with him,” he said.“Why do you think I can do that?”“Because you’re the only one here who doesn’t look afraid of him.”Marcy quickly added, “Please go. Before the day gets worse for everyone, and somehow, this becomes your fault.”I frowned. “My fault?”“Yes,” she said firmly.I sighed. “I’m not promising anything, but I’ll try.”“That’s enough,” George said immediately.When I walked into Adrian’s office, he didn’t look up.“I thought I made it clear–”He stopped mid-sentence when he realized it was me. His tone shifted instantly.“What do you want?”I leaned casually against the door.“You’re free to yell at me,” I

“You know what I’m asking,” I said, turning slightly toward him. “Like… investments you’d venture into. Things you’d buy. Maybe a trip to the Bahamas with your girlfriend. Stuff like that.”Adrian’s eyes lifted to mine slowly.“Is that you asking if I have a girlfriend?”I didn’t even hesitate. “Do you?”A quiet chuckle left him. “There are certain questions you shouldn’t be asking your boss.”I snorted. “You’re not my boss. I didn’t apply for this job. That’s how it works.”“But you work for me,” he countered.“You’re forcing me to work for you,” I corrected. “Big difference.”That corner-of-the-lips smile appeared again.“Well,” he said, “since you’re so curious… no. I don’t have a girlfriend.”I blinked, genuinely surprised. “Why? You’re too good-looking to be single.”His eyes flicked to mine. “Do you have a boyfriend?”“No,” I said quickly, then narrowed my eyes. “Wait. I know why you asked that.”“Good. Now you see how wrong that reasoning is.”“So why are you single?” I pressed

Six months later.Sometimes I sit quietly and wonder how life managed to change so completely.For so long, everything had felt uncertain and fragile, like happiness was something that could disappear if I held it too tightly.But now…Everything felt beautiful. Perfect, if perfection even existed.Six months had passed since the wedding and our honeymoon, and somehow those months had gone by faster than I expected. Every day seemed to move with its own quiet rhythm as Cade and I continued building the life we had once struggled so hard to reach.And if there was one thing I had learned about being Cade’s wife, it was this: that man loved to spoil me.Not just in the loud, showy ways people could see.Cade covered every version of pampering – the loud, the quiet, the soft, and the deeply personal. He made sure my coffee was exactly how I liked it every morning. He never forgot the small things that mattered to me. And sometimes I caught him looking at me like he still couldn’t believe

“Wake up. You’re getting married today.”Romi’s voice woke me as she tapped my shoulder.I peeled one eye open and stared at her.“That sounds important.”“It is very important, and if I let you sleep through your own wedding, Cade is going to have my head.”I laughed.That was how my wedding morning began.The day passed in a blur after that. Shower. Skincare. Hair. Makeup. Dresses being steamed. Voices in every room. Someone was always looking for pins, perfume, earrings, or something that had apparently vanished in the middle of the chaos.Through all of it, Romi stayed glued to my side, somehow managing to help me get ready while also texting furiously on her phone every few minutes and rolling her eyes so hard I thought they might stay that way.“What’s wrong?” I asked while the makeup artist finished the final touch on my face.She looked up from her phone and groaned.“Your man is disturbing me.”I smiled immediately. “Cade?”“Who else? Of course it’s him. He wants to see you.”

Friday night started quietly, but it quickly turned into something much bigger than we had planned.At first, the plan had been simple. We would host a small gathering for the people closest to us before the wedding, let everyone relax, laugh, and enjoy themselves.But once everyone started arriving, the energy changed. The house came alive in a way that made it feel less like an event and more like a memory being made in real time.Noah was with my parents for the night, which gave the rest of us the freedom to stay out late without worrying about bedtime routines. Cade had arranged for most of the guests to stay at one of his other properties nearby, so no one had to stress about driving home or cutting the night short.A few of my old college friends flew in. Some people from my modeling days came too, the ones I had stayed cordial with over the years. Drew and Lauren arrived with their usual loud, familiar energy. Jesse and Chanel came together, which made me privately smile. Romi

Moving into the new house felt strangely unreal at first. For the first few days, I wasn’t sure whether Noah or Cade was the one more excited about it.They both couldn’t seem to get enough of each other. Noah even slept in our room with us most nights. On the days I insisted he sleep in his own room, I would still wake up in the middle of the night to find him in our bed. Cade would quietly go and carry him in from his room while I was asleep.That wasn’t all. Getting Cade to go to work became the real challenge.“Cade,” I said one morning, standing by the door with my bag, “you do remember you have a company to run, right?”“I know.”“You haven’t been there in two days. Your employees might start thinking you’ve disappeared.”He shrugged lazily. “I trust them to do their jobs well without my presence. That’s why I pay them.”I gave him the I’m serious look.“Get dressed. You’re going to work today.”He sighed. “Fine.”Later that afternoon, I realized I had forgotten something at hom

The Instagram post did exactly what I expected. It exploded.My phone had barely survived the first fifteen minutes before the notifications started pouring in. Messages. Mentions. Comments. Old contacts suddenly remembering I existed.But the one message that made me laugh out loud came from Drew.Send me your number immediately.I stared at the screen for a second, already knowing what was coming. Then I sent him my number.My phone rang less than ten seconds later. The moment I picked up, Drew started yelling.“Are you kidding me right now, Mira?”I laughed.“You disappear for years,” he continued dramatically, “and the first thing I find out is that you’re engaged through Instagram?”“I’m sorry,” I said between laughs. “I’m sorry.”“You shut me out!”“I know.”“You vanished!”“I know!”“You have been a very bad girl.”“I said I’m sorry,” I repeated, still laughing.There was a long pause, then Drew sighed loudly.“Send me your address.”Before I could say anything else, he hung up

Noah and I were still buzzing with excitement by the time Cade dropped us back at my parents’ house. The entire drive home had been filled with Noah talking nonstop about the new house.By the time the car stopped in the driveway, he was practically vibrating with energy.“Go tell Grandma,” Cade said with a laugh as Noah jumped out before the engine had fully stopped.He ran toward the house, already bursting to share the news.Cade glanced at me from the driver’s seat, his expression soft.“Tomorrow,” he said.“Tomorrow,” I repeated.There was something comforting about that word now. Tomorrow meant the house and building a home together.I leaned over and kissed his cheek before stepping out of the car. The sight in the living room made me pause. Max was sitting on the couch, and beside him was Romi.Noah barely noticed them as he rushed past.“Grandma!” he shouted, already heading down the hallway.Max looked up and smiled when he saw me.“Mira.”“Max,” I said, genuinely surprised.