MasukAMARA'S POV***
It's Sunday morning. I woke up feeling energetic and happy. I didn't have a shift at the café today. So i will stay in and just rest.
“Hello, mommyyy,” I sang.
“How's my baby girl doing?” She asked.
“Better. And you?”
“If you're better, I am too.” She laughed.
I thought to call her since I wouldn't be able to go to the hospital today. I have things to do today.
“Mom, I wouldn't be make it to the hospital today. I'll be quite busy today.”
“Awww, I miss my girl,” she cooed. “I was hoping to see you today.”
“I know, mom. I'm sorry.”
“It's fine. There's always a next time.” she said.
“Alright. Bye. Love you,” I said and blew her a kiss through the phone. She did the same and I hung up.
I thought about Dorian's offer, I have no reason to decline. It could be mean more pay. Besides, I wouldn't have to dance half naked in front of men again so all the more reason to take him up on his offer.
Good morning
I texted.
He didn't reply. He's probably still sleeping. Then my phone rang. It's Dorian.
“Hi,” he said. Arrrgh, his morning voice is so intoxicating.
“Good morning, how was your night?” I asked.
“It was okay. How was yours?”
“It was cold but I survived.” I answered.
“So, how are you feeling today.”
I paused. “Better.” All thanks to him, I felt happy. But I didn't add that. He doesn't need to know.
“I've decided to take the job.”
“Good,” he said.
I chuckled. “Good? Is that all you have to say?” I laughed this time. “You have a ego, don't you?”
“No, I don't” he said. I could feel him smiling.
“You should be thanking me for going out of my way to offer my services to you.” I said.
“Really?” He asked.
“Of course, Mr Dorian Wellington.”
“Just Dorian. It's Dorian to you.”
I paused. I was caught off guard.
“Now that I work for you, I'll have to call you that.”
“You can do that at work. But with me, it's just Dorian.”
“Ohh… I'll see what I can do.” I teased.
We were silent.
Few minutes later. “Alright, I'll just… leave now,” I stuttered. “See you tomorrow.”
And I hung up. I felt so happy that my heart could burst. My life is probably about to get better.
I dialed Davina's number.
“Guess what?” I shouted immediately she picked up.
“What?” She said, groggily.
“Wake up!” I shouted in the phone.
“Amara, it's probably 7:00am in the morning,” she said. “This is bad manners.”
“Oh, please! Spare me that,” I stated, laughing. “Come on, I have good news for you.”
“I'm listening,” she murmured. I could tell she was still asleep.
“I got a job.”
“What?!” Now, she awake.
“A job, Davina.”
“But you were jobless few hours ago, how did you get a job?”
“Mr Dorian. He offered me a job as his personal assistant,” I said, blushing.
“What?!” She shouted this time. I had to take the phone away from my ear. “That's… but why? How? Where?”
I narrated the whole story to her.
“I think he likes you,” She said.
“No. He was just being nice.” I said. “I'm not even the kind of girl he'd like. I mean, have you seen the kind of girls that flock around him? I'm definitely not his class.”
“Yet, he kept requesting you went on dates with him as his… what is it again? Umm… fake girlfriend?” She laughed.
“Yeah. Like you said, fake girlfriend.” I stated.
“His family likes you. His sister loves you,” she continued. “Hell, I'm scared she'll take you from me,” She fake cried.
“Davina, you're overthinking this. First, he doesn't like me that way. Secondly, nobody's taking me from you,” I said.
“Of course, nobody,” she said. “But I still strongly believe he likes you.”
“Believe whatever you want.” I shrugged.
“Alright bye. I need to call my café manager.”
“See ya,” she ended the call.
I won't be able to go to the café tomorrow as I need to go to Dorian's office. So I called Rosa to explain to her and she agreed.
So, tomorrow, a new life begins…. With Dorian.
Another unedited chapter, please forgive me😭 💕 Besides, I'm excited for this new era "Dorian and Amara" I'm all giddy.
DORIAN'S POV***I’d kept Amara's birthday in mind for a while. Not because it was some casual note in a file, but because she’d submitted the date once, and for some reason it stuck. Earlier in the day, I’d called her to my office through the intercom. She appeared, polite, professional, expectant.“You can leave early today,” I said, keeping my tone casual.Her brows lifted. “Uh… okay?”“I’ll have a dress sent to you,” I continued. “Get ready tonight. Dinner.”“Dinner?” she asked, clearly surprised.“Just… because,” I replied, giving nothing else away.She nodded, still processing, and left.Once she was gone, I picked up the phone and called Davina. I got her number from the information I asked my secretary for on Amara.“Hello?” she answered.“Hello,” I said. “This is Dorian Wellington.“Okay….” She said. “I know alot of Dorians, so which one might you be?”“Your best friend Boss.” I stated.“Ohhh,” she said. “I hope she's okay. Right?”“Yeah, she's well.” I continued. “ It's Amar
AMARA’S POVI didn’t know how to act. Because I wasn’t used to this kind of attention. I wasn’t used to walking into a place and seeing people waiting for me, smiling like I mattered.And I definitely wasn’t used to someone like Dorian Wellington being the reason behind it.We all sat around the long dining table, plates already arranged, wine glasses sparkling under soft lights. The restaurant wasn’t crowded. It felt like the whole space had been reserved just for us, and that alone made my stomach twist.Davina sat beside me, grinning like she had personally planned the entire universe.Her sister and some childhood friends were there too, looking overdressed and excited. Jayden was on the other side, already acting like he belonged.And Dorian…Dorian sat across from me.Calm. Quiet. Composed, like this was nothing. But every time I lifted my eyes, I caught him watching me.Not staring like a creep.Just… watching. Like he was making sure I was okay. Like he was waiting for me to s
AMARA’S POV***I went home early, but instead of relaxing, my anxiety followed me into my apartment like a shadow.I kept checking the time.6pm.6:30pm.7pm.Then my doorbell rang. My heart jumped like I was expecting trouble. I opened the door and found a delivery man holding a large package.“Amara Harpers?” he asked.“Yes.”He handed it to me, collected my signature, and left.I closed the door slowly and stared at the box like it might explode. I carried it into my living room and opened it.Inside was a dress. Red. Strapless. Body con. Long.It looked expensive enough to pay my rent for the next six months.There was also a pair of Louis Vuitton red bottom heels, shiny, elegant, terrifying and a small black D&G purse with gold details.I sat on my couch, holding the fabric between my fingers. My chest tightened. This wasn’t normal.This wasn’t “boss taking PA to dinner.”This was… something else.And I didn’t know what to do with it.By 7:45pm, I was dressed.The dress hugged me
AMARA’S POVMy alarm rang like it always did—annoying, loud, and completely uninterested in the fact that it was my birthday.I groaned, rolled over, and slapped my phone until it shut up. For a few seconds, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to convince myself to get up.Then my phone buzzed again.I grabbed it with sleepy eyes, expecting a reminder or an email, but it was a message.Davina: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE!!! 🎉❤️Another message followed immediately.Cynthia: Happy birthday Amara. May this year be kind to you.Then another.And another.I blinked at the screen, my lips tugging into a small smile.It felt… nice.But it didn’t feel like some big moment. Not the way birthdays used to feel when I was younger. Now it just felt like a date on the calendar that everyone else remembered more than I did.I dropped the phone on my bed and sat up.“Another year,” I muttered, more to myself than anything.I dragged myself out of bed, took a quick shower, dressed up, and ti
DORIAN'S POV***I scrambled backward on the bed, forcing myself to sit upright, hands raised like I’d been caught committing a crime.“No—what? God, no.”Amara pulled the blanket up quickly, wrapping it around her body like armor. She sat up too, staring at me with wide eyes.“I’d never do that,” I said quickly. “Never.”She blinked, still shocked.“I woke up like that,” I continued, trying to sound calm even though my heart was racing. “I swear. I didn’t… I didn’t do anything. I woke up and I was lying on you. I tried to move, but you were—” I stopped myself before I said wrapped around me like a snake.I cleared my throat.“You were holding me,” I finished, more carefully. “So I didn’t want to wake you. You barely slept last night.”Amara stared at me for a long moment. Then she exhaled slowly.“I believe you,” she said, quieter.Relief hit me so hard I almost closed my eyes.She stood up, the blanket still wrapped around her like a dress. She reached down and picked up her clothes
DORIAN’S POVI woke up slowly, like my body wasn’t ready to admit the night was over.The fever was gone or at least, it wasn’t drowning me anymore. My head still felt heavy, but the crushing weakness had eased. I could breathe without feeling like my lungs were full of fire.For the first time in hours, I felt… normal.Almost.I shifted, trying to get comfortable again, and my cheek brushed against something soft. Warm.My hand moved too, instinctively tightening around whatever it was.Soft again. Comforting.I frowned slightly, still half asleep, my eyes closed. Whatever it was, it felt too good to let go of. I tightened my hold without thinking, letting myself drift for a second.Then it hit me. Amara.My eyes snapped open. And my entire body froze. I was lying on her.My face was pressed against her stomach, my arm wrapped around her waist, and my hand—God help me—my hand was gripping her breast like my life depended on it.Her own hand rested on top of mine, relaxed, like she’d







