Chapter 7

Resolute.

Amelia walked through the pavement with her head held high as she expected that somebody of a high caliber wouldn't think that she couldn't amount to something in her entire life.

Hunter was one of the most annoying people that she had had the misfortune to meet with. If only she could get her hands on the culprit, and make sure that they paid for their crimes, only then would she have so much peace within her.

It was not good that she had to deal with his pompous ass simply because she had been kicked out of the place that she had always thought would remain her home.

Her phone's ringtone blared in her pockets, and then she decided to check, just to see who it could be.

It was a strange number that she had never seen in her entire life, and she decided to check through to figure out what it might be.

Swiping gently across the screen, she gets frustrated and partially worried about what she hears. "This is Damon and I need to talk to you. You left Mr Hunter's presence without a tangible reason, have you no idea that this is going to have a consequence?"

"Of course, I would have been surprised if he had not contracted someone to do his bidding. I don't want to speak to anyone related to Mr Hunter. He is a pompous ass that needs to be taught a lesson. If he cannot learn to address people then we have no business speaking to each other." Amelia damned him.

She was tired of watching rich men take people for a ride especially when she could choose her own destiny.

"You have a lot of guts, which might be either useful or not for you, but I would still advise that you find a way of balancing the equation so that you don't get sucked into the mess." Damon tried to pacify her.

That only ended up as a disaster as she hung up, hissing and waiting for the next time Hunter was going to try to reach up to her so that she could make him regret his life.

By the time she arrived at the bus stop, she suddenly remembered what she had lost.

She didn't have a place to turn to, and neither did she have any money.

Deciding to take a risk, she moved into the restaurant on the west, watching it ding as she walked in.

A server looked her up and down and then decided to head towards where she sat.

"What would you like to order?"

Sucking in a harsh breath, she decided to take the wild road. It didn't help that a lot of people were staring as though they had seen an alien.

This is an indication that she had become popular overnight and was about to be assaulted by the paparazzi.

"I want to speak to your manager. I kind of need a job." She whispered the last part.

The server's eyes widened in shock that the woman who had slept with the remarkable, Mr. Hunter was asking for a chance to wait tables.

"I-I don't think we have any vacancies right now but if you insist on seeing him, then I have no problems with that. So can you come with me?"

Rising to her feet, she blinked at the rapid light flashing into her eyes. Someone had taken pictures of her, and then she realized her Doom.

She no longer had privacy, neither did she have a life outside of what had been done.

"Take those cameras away!"

"Miss Amelia... You are the woman who was caught sleeping with Mr. Hunter. We have some questions to ask if you don't mind!" The patron's shelter at the top of their voices having access to her now.

Shame enveloped her like a cloak, threatening to burst through her skin, as she looked away and back to the server who was also stunned by the sudden influx of people.

Soon, the doors could no longer contain them as they tow their way in, trying to get the scoop of the gist at all costs, ignoring her mental wellness.

"Take this camera away from me! I don't want them beside me at all!"

Amelia was close to losing it, just before the door burst open, with a man running inside, breaking the crowd and grabbing her hand before dragging her out.

"Keep your focus ahead of you and don't give them the chance to break you. You don't want them to think that they already have you in their palms, do you?"

"No, not really. Who are you? I can't believe you are dragging me away. I don't even know you!"

"Well, you don't have to, considering everything that has been going on. I think you should be more appreciative that I dragged you out of that situation."

Realization dawned on her, as soon as she finally figured out the person she had been speaking to.

It was none other than the man who had just called her a few minutes ago.

Yanking her hands out of his hold, she glared at him. "Are you the man that called me earlier?"

Damon smiled sheepishly, glancing backward just to be sure that no one was coming after them. "Of course, I had to make sure that my best friend's wife was secured. I don't want you being assaulted by the paparazzi. They do not know when to stop, especially with the news all over social media. Why don't I take you home?" He offered.

"I don't have a home yet in case you have not noticed." She retorted.

"I knew you were going to say that. What if I took you to your fiance's home? I don't think it would be a bad idea, seeing that you can barely fend for yourself?"

As much as Amelia would have loved a roof over her head, it wasn't going to be at the expense of her safety.

"Tell Hunter I said to hell with his concern."