MasukAmelia's POVI woke up slowly, the kind of waking where the world comes back in pieces instead of all at once.The first thing I registered was warmth. Something solid pressed close beside me, steady and comforting in a way that made me want to sink further into sleep instead of pulling away from it. The second thing I noticed was my own hand, fingers curled tight around a fistful of fabric, like I'd been holding onto it for dear life for a while.I wasn't fully awake yet. My mind was still somewhere hazy and warm, the kind of place where nothing needed an explanation So I did what felt natural in that state and pressed closer, my fingers loosening from the fabric only to start trailing down instead, following the shape of what I now realized was a chest.Hard. Solid. Warm, even through the fabric.I kept going, barely aware of what I was doing, until my fingers caught the hem of that fabric and slid beneath it without any real permission.I felt bare skin. Warm, smooth and rough o
Amelia's POV The rest of the night after I had that envelope sent to Lucas’s office felt endless. I laid in my bed, staring at the ceiling with my ears at full alert, phone clutched tight in my fist, waiting for the screen to light up with his name. Every hour that passed without a call or a text made the silence louder. I told myself he needed time to read through everything, to let the truth settle, but the longer the quiet stretched, the more my stomach twisted. Around four in the morning my eyes finally closed, heavy with exhaustion, yet the moment I woke the first thing I checked was the blank screen, again.I forced myself upright, reminding myself that today was about work, even if it was a weekend. I had agreed to meet Damian Crosswyn, my foster brother, at eleven on the dot. He was coming as a man who needed a strategist to save his crumbling company, not the boy who once delighted in making my life a living hell. And I was going as the strategist he so badly needed, no
Amelia’s POVI was rolling around my bed at 7pm, wondering what I could do that doesn’t involve work and also won’t make me feel bored out of my damn mind, because apparently, the most interesting part of my life revolved around work, taking another step towards revenge and wondering what the next step is supposed to be.But then a knock sounded at my door, not the bell. It was a knock, and it was so light I wouldn't have caught it if there had been so much as a low-volume music on.However, I did catch the sound and I immediately hopped out of my bed, expecting to see Lucas even before I got to the door.As expected, it was him, and a smile curved up my face before I could stop it.“Go somewhere with me, Wildcat” he muttered and I raised a brow at him.“Is that a question, or a suggestion?” I asked, and his shoulders lifted into a shrug.“I would say neither. It’s not a suggestion, and it could pass as a question but a question can also come with a negative answer, so it’s definitely
Lucas's POV "I'll assume you know why we're here." I said. "And that's exactly what you were trying to flee from.""I have no idea what you're talking about." she said, calm as anything, stepping back like she might actually try to close the door on us.I put my hand against it before she could."Let's not waste each other's time." I said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation.Kane followed behind me, already visibly irritated by her composure. He tried first."You worked at the kitchen, and we're in charge of preparing the drinks on the night of the Royal Crest gala. You were seen near the exact tray that ended up poisoned." he said. "Care to explain that?""I prepared so many drinks that night. I don't see what's unusual about that. What's unusual is the fact that just one got poisoned and you seem to think I did it." she answered smoothly."Because you did." Kane said, voice sharper now."I really don't know what you're implying." she said, tone still infuriatingly ev
Amelia's POV “Lucas!” I scolded, trying to mask the deep pink flush in my face with a frown, but he just wasn't letting me have it.“What? I'm just stating facts. Besides, you seemed to like it rough.” he added, and I tried to get off his arms, but he wouldn't let me.“That was… because of the drugs. I'm never like that.” I argued, since I couldn't run from him.“You think so? I doubt it though. The drugs just made you reveal that part of yourself faster. It didn't change you.” He retorted and I slowly recoiled into his chest, burying my face there because I might as well die of embarrassment if I didn't.“You're such a bully.” I whined and another low laugh rumbled in his chest.“Where were you going to, when you got off the bed?” he asked.“The bathroom.” I answered and he immediately started walking over to an entrance that seemed very much like the bathroom— A luxurious one, if you ask me.But the closer he got to the entrance the more I tensed in his arms.“You're not going in t
Amelia's POV The sound of a familiar voice speaking was the first thing that seeped into my subconsciousness. The words sounded muffled— something about “poison” and “catching someone”.But nothing came to mind except that it could just be another random dream.I even shifted positions once in sweet oblivion. But when it finally clicked, my eyes snapped open, the memories rushing back fast.The voice became clearer now— clearly Lucas, talking on the phone.The scent of him wrapped around me next, before my gaze wandered around the room and finally settled on his brooding feature standing at the window.He was wearing a plain sparkling white shirt, sleeves rolled up, and the fabric clinging to every hard plane of his back. Since when did white shirts become a danger to the fucking society?Probably since the first day I saw him put it on, thinking he looked like a normal CEO when in literal sense, the shirt should have no business anywhere around his collections unless he was on a mi







