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Hours prior at the CT group. Ethan massaged his temple as he sat thinking about what he had discussed with Doctor Mateo. He had gone to his office first before going for work just like he had promised Amelia. They had to know if he was completely cured or it was just a by the way thing. "No, you are not completely cured until you have closure. Of course now you don't have the symptoms but something may happen that may trigger a relapse," Doctor Mateo said after scribbling some notes in his notebook. "Ok… so how do I get a closure doctor?" Ethan asked. "From the beginning Ethan. You need to fix the puzzle… look for what led you to have that condition in the first place. Once you solve that pu
“I’m sorry.” Amelia could feel Ethan’s tense body when she suddenly hugged him and uttered those two alien words that had never been in her vocabulary since he met her. It was also strange for her but she had to. She felt bad that she dragged him down with her. Although instead of hating her, he was worried about her instead. It was a first for Amelia… being happy for being yelled at. She despised it when anyone screamed at her but somehow when Ethan did it, she thought it was hot. Even her body had agreed with her for she was now sporting a wet thong. After what felt like eternity but was only a few seconds, Ethan seemingly relaxed and wrapped his strong manly arms around Amelia’s petite body. She felt him tighten his arms and bury his head in the crook of her neck. “You don’t have to apologize, angel, I was just worried about you,” he whispered in his husky voice. His lips moved, brushing on her neck as he spoke, sending a pleasurable shiver down her spine. “I’m apologizi
"Royal entertainment has a proposition for you Amy. T-they want to sign you back but… there's a condition." Amelia could hear her manager Natalie hesitating to speak through the phone. Two days had passed since Ethan had told her to be prepared. He had somehow gotten wind of what they were planning to do to her. "They are undecided… they fired me now they want me back? Tell me… what's the condition?" She asked, trying not to sound rude. Natalie was just being used to relay the message. "They said you should be Cheryl's understudy in the upcoming musical movie that she plans to be the female lead…" Amelia scoffed, "so that's it? Cheryl just wants to feel superior? It's not my fault that she has an inferiority complex." "Um… Amy, I think you should take the offer. You kind of exhausted all your funds when reimbursing those companies," Natalie advised. "Well….I guess I do need a job. I'll see you on the day of auditions, then we can see if I'll accept it or not," Amelia said n
"Miss Amelia Scott, what do you have for us today?" The director of the movie, Peter Harrison asked. He was one of the judges seated on the panel. "Hi everyone. I will be auditioning with Celine Dion's, it's all coming back," Amelia said while holding the microphone on the tripod boom stand. "Wow! Good choice. Show us what you got!" One of the judges, a woman in her mid fifties said enthusiastically. Amelia cleared her throat, her heart a pounding mess in her chest. She had always had her own concerts but somehow that day, she was nervous. It was her first time auditioning for a role in a movie. Pretending that the judges were her baby brother, Owen, she held the microphone tighter and began to sing. ~" There were nights when the wind was so cold….. That my body froze in bed If I just listened to it right outside the window…. There were days when the sun was so cruel…. That all tears turned to dust And I just knew my eyes were drying up forever.."~ She removed the mic
Amelia smiled to herself as she read the text from Ethan. She was in the backseat of a black sedan that he bought for her. Albert was driving her to the shooting location for the movie, soul. Ethan had gone on a business trip the day of her audition and he had been out for a week. Although distance was not a barrier as he made sure to communicate with Amelia. They would text the whole day and he would give her a video call every night. Even though Amelia didn't want to admit it, she enjoyed the way they got along. He gave her all his attention and made her smile. She grinned from ear to ear as she read through the text again. Ethan: [Morning sleepy head.] Amelia made a silly face at the phone and typed in a reply. [You're the sleepy head. Who texts good morning at 10 am. Did you just wake up?] A reply came almost instantly. Ethan: [Is that you hinting that I should greet you the moment I wake up? I'll text at 4am next time, lol.] Amelia's eyes widened when she saw the t
Amelia heaved a sigh of frustration when several pairs of eyes stared at her questioningly. Rolling her eyes she uttered lazily, "just check the security footage in the dressing room. After you take her to the hospital, check the footage and you will see whether I did this or not." When Cheryl heard that, she panicked. Her heart raced. In her mind she thought, 'are there cameras in the dressing room? Shouldn't it be a private room?' Convinced there was no way there could be cameras in the dressing room, she urged, "yes please! Check the footage!" "Ok… Justin, go and get the footage from the security. Usually the cameras are on until the artists go in to change," Peter, the director said. Cheryl's heart skipped a beat. She had no choice but to feign fainting to distract everyone. "Oh my… she's fainted!" Someone exclaimed. "Take her to the hospital. We will remain checking the footage to get to the bottom of this," Peter remarked. Alas, Cheryl ended up being taken to the h
Amelia felt like her heart was about to explode from the way it kept thumping loudly in her chest. For a moment, she couldn't tell whether she was having a nightmare or the police had really come for her in real life. She only came back to her senses when she felt cold metal on her wrists. Her stomach turned when she looked at her hands which were now cuffed. "Are cuffs necessary?" She couldn't help but ask even though her heart kept beating rapidly. The policemen looked intimidating with guns on their waists. "It's just standard procedure Miss Scott." Came the reply of one of the officers. He had short brown hair with a scar on his left eyebrow that almost reached his eye. The other one had long hair that was pulled up into a manly bun with a thick beard and diamond studs in his ears. Amelia mentally raised an eyebrow but she didn't voice her thoughts. She thought he looked pretty. "Let's go." The officer with short hair grabbed her elbow and led her out of the building lik
"You don't want your friends to know we are married?" Ethan questioned as he drove towards the mansion. He didn't give his emotions away when she didn't introduce him as her husband to her friends but it stung. It felt like she had driven her hand through his chest and crushed it. "It wouldn't make sense to tell them when we are in a contract marriage Ethan," Amelia said. Ethan nodded, "ok." He now understood what his mother meant earlier before the police issue. She had called to ask him about his progress with Amelia and scolded him for being slow. He would not waste time and take matters into his own hands now… he was done giving Amelia time. "Thanks Ethan.. for always being there and being a good friend," Amelia said and placed her hand on Ethan's hand that was on the gear, squeezing it lightly. "Don't mention it," he replied and stepped on the gas. He was done being taken for a ride. Amelia would be his by crook or by hook. Arriving at the mansion, Amelia went to her