Nathan’s POVAmelie showed up at the office with Dylan in tow. I met her out in front of my office, next to Samira’s desk. She looked frazzled. I would, too, if I had a guy who tried to sexually assault me, basically stalking me. I hugged her tight and kissed her forehead.“Are you doing ok?” I asked.“As good as can be expected, I guess,” she replied.“Amelie,” Samira said to her as she approached. Samira took her in a gentle hug.“Thanks, Samira,” I needed that, Amelie said.“You don’t have to thank me,” Samira replied, standing there holding Amelie’s hands. “They will get him, and when they do, I will personally cut his balls off. I knew I didn’t like him when he came in for the interview.”Amelie laughed, “I didn’t like him either. He was so creepy from the start.”I ushered her into my office, and she placed the envelope on my desk. We both stared at it.“Do you want to open it?” I asked her.“Sure,” Amelie said, fumbling with the envelope. Inside was a folded piece of paper.ASK
Nathan’s POVI don’t want to move. After the hottest night of sex I’ve ever had in my life, my body is wrapped around my wife. I still can’t believe that I’m saying that. My wife. It’s been less than a month since our wedding, and I feel like I’ve known her forever.Unfortunately, my alarm went off for work. I smack it off after Amelie pokes me to do so.“Kitten, you need to get up to get Eliza ready for school,” I whispered“Five more minutes,” she groggily said.“Ok, five more minutes,” I said, snuggling into her, my morning wood on full display against her ass.“You’re poking me awake,” Amelie giggled.“Sorry, he has a mind of his own when it comes to you,” I chuckled.“I should get up,” Amelie sighed.There was a knock at the door.“Come in, Eliza,” I called.Eliza ran in and jumped on the bed.“Where is Bickie?” Eliza questioned, looking around.“He’s in Zander’s room,” Amelie explained.“Ok,” Eliza replied and took off out the door.“I guess we’re chopped liver compared to Bickie
Amelie’s POVNathan picked me up and carried me out of the den.“Where are we going?” I asked, puzzled.“You’ll see,” he smirked and started down the hallway. The media room? Nope. Games room? Nope. The exercise room… yes. He opened the door, and I gasped.“Nathan,” I said, looking around.The lights were turned down, and colourful lights bounced patterns all over the room in sync with the music playing. Oh, the music playing was sexy and dirty. The only way I can describe it was ‘fuck me’ music. In the open area of the exercise room, Nathan had set up a ton of pillows with lush, fuzzy blankets. It was the perfect nest.Nathan set me down on the floor and walked over to the chair, positioned in the middle of the room.He eyed up the pole. “Dance for me, kitten,” he breathed.“You don’t have to ask me twice, Nate,” I said, slinking over to the pole.I started spinning around the pole and realized the chemise I was wearing was going to be a problem. I let the shoulder straps fall and sh
Amelie’s POVI walked out to the dining table, and Morgan was in the process of cutting up brownies and plating them with ice cream.“Who made brownies?” I questioned.“I did,” Eliza smiled. “Auntie Morgan helped me.”Oh, she did?” I asked. “So nice of her to help you.”Morgan smiled broadly.I loved the way the whole group had accepted the kids. Eliza was already calling them her aunts and uncles.We finished up dessert, and everyone said their goodbyes.Zander had headed upstairs to study for his English exam, and I was in the process of getting Eliza out of the bath and into her PJs. Nathan was leaning against the bathroom door, watching me.“What?” I said.“Nothing,” Nathan smiled.“No seriously, what are you thinking about?” I asked.“Babies,” Nathan grinned.“Babies?” Eliza squealed. “Mummy! Are you having babies?”“No, Eliza,” I giggled. “I’m not having babies, right now.”“Rats!” Eliza exclaimed. “I want you to have six babies.”“Me too, Eliza,” Nathan smirked.“Why does everyo
Nathan’s POV“I’m sorry, Salvatore,” I said as I made my way to the den. “I don’t want Amelie to hear our conversation.”“Understandable,” Salvatore replied. “We found him.”“That didn’t take long,” I praised. “Especially since all we had was a grainy video still.”“My team is very… experienced, aggressive,” Salvatore paused and said the words precisely.“So, what’s the scoop?” I asked.“Evander Frank, 36 years old, part of the elite hire to hit group known as the delivery men,” Salvatore explained. “A true professional at getting rid of the unwanted. Well, at least if somebody doesn’t want you. A hit man.”“A hit man? Someone paid to have Amelie snuffed?” I said, sitting down at my desk in disbelief.“Do you want me to bring him in and put the squeeze on him?” Salvatore asked.“Observe him for now. I have bigger problems right now,” I said with a huff.“What’s wrong?” Salvatore questioned.I explained the whole package delivery situation with Amelie.“That is all kinds of fucked up,”
Nathan’s POV“Detective Anton,” I replied. “The man who tried to assault Amelie sexually always called her sweetheart.”“What is his name?”“Jonathan Adams,” I stated.“I’ll bring him in for questioning,” Detective Anton advised.“Thank you for all your hard work on this case,” I expressed.“I’d like to say I’m just doing my job, but I kind of have a soft spot for your wife,” Detective Anton informed me. “Mrs. Michaels seems like a kind-hearted and giving person. You hate to see bad things happen to good people. I want to catch this person and put them away for a very long time.”“She is amazing, sweet, kind, and selfless. That’s why I fell in love with her,” I gushed.“I will keep you posted,” Detective Anton said. “Try to have a good night.”“We will. Thank you again,” I said, then hung up the phone.I let everyone know that I would be right back after I checked on Amelie and headed up the stairs.I slowly opened the door to our room and smiled at what I saw. Amelie and Eliza were s