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AMAYA’S POV Being someone who’s one of the top personnel in New York City makes me someone that doesn't have the opportunity to scan through the local news about people who got into an accident or fire incidents. That’s Malia’s job so she would tell me if we needed to donate or visit. Though tonight was an exemption. I heard that the person whom I grew hatred with got into an accident so I opened the TV inside my office to see if it was true. “A pregnant woman got hit by a car driven by her lover or was he? Witnesses said that the woman was following someone when she suddenly crossed in green for vehicles. They said that it wasn’t the driver’s fault because she was the one who was in the wrong way. The accident caused her to lose the baby inside her which was not claimed by the man. The driver was known as the famous Max Howards of Los Angeles, California and the pregnant woman was his former executive assistant, Vesna Anderson. Rumors say that it has been a while since the two were
AMAYA'S POV After accepting a better relationship with my mom, I still can't help feeling awkward. For the last twenty-two years of my life, it was my first time having her beside me. She's finally smiling, a real one this time. I also realized that Vanique has forgiven her already. Maybe she thought I was the hard one, that's why I came last. Other than that, I had another time spent with Max in bed. Though not the thing everyone would expect. I was sick after that dramatic rain embrace and an intense debate when we got home. They interrogated us while we were still soaking wet so can I also blame them for this? But what can I say? I was also lucky enough to see Max's gentle side. He was the one taking care of me while I'm on bed rest. I have to admit, I am both emotionally and physically stressed. How much worse could I get? And yet this was my first time experiencing this consecutively. It is something new and unforgettable. "Hey, Umm. I know that we haven't talked that much wh
AMAYA'S POV Why does he have to come back when I just started to fear losing Max? Are you serious right now, Flynn? I peeked to look at Max and Flynn talking not too far from where I was standing. Max seemed to be so calm and even smiled at Flynn. Yet here I thought they could still be holding a grudge against each other. I appreciated how they were so professional in this public place. Is it Flynn that Max said he is going to meet today? Oh please, why did we have to see each other again when he's not supposed to be here? I am muddled with emotions right now. That I can't think straight. Do I want to ask him a question? Should I blame him when I was the one who gave him so much reason to leave? No, I am not in pain anymore. "How about if we'll eat lunch and continue this conversation while eating?" Max's voice was getting nearer and I could feel myself shiver. How I wish he will never talk to me again. I thought to myself. Max's hand touching my waist to turn me beside him,
MAX'S POV Before the day ended, I already mentioned to Amaya that we are going to have breakfast together with Flynn tomorrow. Well, I don't know why I dragged him into this but he was cool about it. So I think Amaya would be fine too. I'm starting to get paranoid. She can be reckless and whatever temptation is in front of her can be deceiving. To be exact, I don't trust her, yet I can't just keep watching them again without doing anything. So we had our breakfast in a fancy restaurant with both of my companions still wearing their pajamas. Though I'm not sure about Flynn's because he's only wearing sweatpants and a shirt while Amaya was still in her sleeping pajamas in a hood. I was confused why these two act like they were not business people. Amaya places her head on the table still feeling drowsy while Flynn is trying to wake himself by watching videos on his phone. "Are you guys serious? It's almost noon?" My question made the two of them look at me angrily. "I had a meetin
AMAYA'S POV What Conan said got me speechless. I thought that after we settle down not having sex anymore created a boundary between us and that our friendship was enough but it seems like strong desires cannot be stopped that easily. I haven't been able to settle down with one man just yet and here I am stuck in another complicated situation. "Amaya? Are you okay?" Max's voice got me back from spacing out after sitting on the chair waiting for the orders to arrive. "Yeah, I'm good," I replied as Austin arrived with two trays serving it on our table. The food amazed me. It's mouth-watering. Tons of burgers, two trays of fries, cheesy spaghetti, and chips. To be honest, this doesn't fit my diet but of course, there's always a cheat day. "There's more. Please enjoy this while waiting. And ah- Miss Amaya? Can I take a picture with you later?" Austin's bad boy vibes yet pleasing personality smiled at me as I smiled back at him and agreed. Why would I say no? I was about to get one
AMAYA'S POV Today is going to be the day that Vesna Anderson is going to pay for what she's done. I had enough of all the nonsense she had caused. She doesn't know who she's dealing with. As we arrived at the justice hall, there was media everywhere we looked. Flashes flickering through our faces with their unlimited questions. Vanique was also getting more uncomfortable each time they took a step closer. "Miss Amaya, How come you hid this issue until today? Don't you think that this could affect the guests arriving at your gala?" One of the reporters managed to come near me when suddenly a man in a well-prepared tuxedo suit stood in front of me and tried to stop the reporter from coming closer. He seems like a bodyguard but not mine. My bodyguards usually wear civilian clothes. So I looked back to the rest of the crowd and found out that some other men were refraining from the media like him while Conan was arriving. I doubted the thought that it was for him. Is it? Yet he confir
MAX'S POV Having Vesna behind bars for long didn't make me feel satisfied. Somehow, she became the reason why I became so doubtful of everyone right now. I realized that Liam knew about this. And yet, he didn't tell me anything. He pretended not to know anything and played along with Vesna's game. My psychologist too. He might have known about it all along that maybe, that's why he left. I hated these thoughts. I can't find a valid reason for me to believe this nonsense. Don't they feel ashamed of this? When we got back to my hotel, Liam was standing in front of me. Silent, waiting for me to say something as I can't help staring at him. He could either be guilty or as speechless as I do. "Did you know something about Malia being a Howards?" I couldn't stop myself and finally asked him while my hands were shaking and I want answers. "Answer me! Did you have any idea of what Malia's real identity is?!" I furiously asked again. Liam's silence pissed me off that I collared him out o
AMAYA'S POV There is no reason for me not to continue with this celebration. Although there was another problem that just appeared, Vesna's loss and the development of my company makes it worth a while. The Gala was held at the Metropolitan Museum of Art or also known as The MET. It was a sensational event where you can find all the media in New York City. And it even blew the minds of the public when Mr. Hugo Lefebvre was my date. The son of the second in line of famous business people in New York, who owned the Oasis, a very famous hotel in New York City. As expected, the crowd was asking so many questions about our relationship. None of us answered and just let them continue taking pictures while Hugo's hand was around my waist. Though somehow, I didn't get any reactions from Max even when he was just right beside me without a date and tagged along with Flynn. He was pretty distracted the whole time. He seemed to be looking for Malia but we both can't find her anywhere since she w