MasukMarcus laughed, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Direct. I appreciate that." He turned back to Amity, his expression softening into something practised and nostalgic. "Your new piece sounds intriguing. 'Resonance' is quite the evocative title."
"You've been reading the program notes," Amity observed, keeping her voice neutral.
"I always follow your work," Marcus said, stepping slightly closer. "We may have had our... differences, but I've never stopped admiring your artistry."
Jake watched as Amity maintained her composure, neither retreating nor engaging. The power dynamic was clear: Marcus was attempting to reassert some form of intimacy, and Amity was firmly establishing boundaries.
"Thank you," she said simply. "If you'll excuse us, I need to prepare for my rehearsal."
"Of course," Marcus nodded, stepping aside with exaggerated courtesy. "Perhaps we could catch up later? For old times' sake? I'd love to hear more about this foundation of yours
Marcus laughed, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Direct. I appreciate that." He turned back to Amity, his expression softening into something practised and nostalgic. "Your new piece sounds intriguing. 'Resonance' is quite the evocative title.""You've been reading the program notes," Amity observed, keeping her voice neutral."I always follow your work," Marcus said, stepping slightly closer. "We may have had our... differences, but I've never stopped admiring your artistry."Jake watched as Amity maintained her composure, neither retreating nor engaging. The power dynamic was clear: Marcus was attempting to reassert some form of intimacy, and Amity was firmly establishing boundaries."Thank you," she said simply. "If you'll excuse us, I need to prepare for my rehearsal.""Of course," Marcus nodded, stepping aside with exaggerated courtesy. "Perhaps we could catch up later? For old times' sake? I'd love to hear more about this foundation of yours
After ending the call, Jake and Amity sat in comfortable silence, watching the London evening darken beyond their windows. The challenges ahead, Marcus, the press, and the enormous scope of their foundation felt manageable now that they had both family support and a clear strategy."Are you nervous?" Jake asked eventually."About Paris? Not about what we're building together?" Amity replied, her expression softening as she looked at Jake. "Terrified, but in the best possible way.""I feel the same," Jake admitted. "Like we're standing on the edge of something enormous."Amity leaned her head against his shoulder. "I used to be afraid of heights.""And now?""Now I'm ready to fly."The following weeks passed in a whirlwind of preparation. Their London townhouse gradually transformed from an empty shell into a true home, each carefully selected piece of furniture telling part of their story. Jake converted the top-floor studio into a pa
"Yes," she answered without hesitation. "I want you there. But I also don't want to give Marcus the satisfaction of thinking he can still affect our relationship.""Then we go together, and we don't hide," Jake decided. "We attend as partners, as equals. Let him see exactly what he lost and what you've gained."Amity smiled at the quiet confidence in his voice. "You know, a year ago, I would have handled this alone. Hidden in my dressing room, avoided any confrontation.""And now?""Now I have someone who stands with me instead of trying to control me," she said, moving to wrap her arms around his waist. "It makes all the difference."Jake pulle
"That's non-negotiable," she said firmly. "The Resonance Foundation is too important to delay. There are kids out there who need access to music and art now, not when we feel ready."Jake nodded, admiring her clarity of purpose. "Then that's our priority. Everything else can wait.""Even the press?" Amity asked, thinking of the business journalists clamouring for interviews with the newly revealed founder of A.J. Enterprises."Especially the press," Jake confirmed. "They'll write their stories with or without our cooperation. Let's focus on the work first, the publicity later."Relief washed over Amity's features. "How do you always know exactly what to say?""I don't," Jake admitted with a smile. "I'm just figuring this out as we go, same as you."As the rain drummed against the windows, they stood together in their empty house, planning their future one decision at a time. They would furnish the rooms slowly, finding pieces that spoke to t
Amity, now properly dressed though her hair remained charmingly dishevelled, crossed her arms. "I don't recall inviting any of you.""Consider it a surprise housewarming," Richard said, looking more relaxed than Jake had ever seen him. "And a chance to see this property I've apparently purchased a partial stake in.""You what?" Amity's voice rose sharply.Miles cleared his throat. "What Richard means is that we've jointly established a trust to secure the property. In both your names, of course. Consider it our wedding gift.""We're not getting married," Jake and Amity said in perfect unison."Yet," David muttered under his breath, earning an elbow from Liam.Jake stepped forward, his posture stiffening. "While we appreciate the gesture, we've already arranged financing for the house. We don't need...""It's not about need," Emma interrupted gently. "It's about wanting to support your independence in the only way we know how."
“Follow me,” he said leading her to their master bedroom, “I know I’ve held you in my arms as we slept in the same bed but…” his worlds cut off as he pulled her into for a kiss gentle at first but soon became hungry with need and want, “let me show you how you make me feel.” He panted between kisses.Amity's breath caught as his lips met hers with an intensity that made her knees weak. She melted against him, her hands sliding up his chest to his shoulders, anchoring herself as the world seemed to tilt beneath her feet."Jake," she whispered against his mouth, her voice filled with wonder and desire. "I've been waiting for this since that first night on the ship."His hands traced the curve of her spine, drawing her impossibly closer. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice husky with restraint. "We have all the time in the world now."In answer, Amity reached up and slowly began unbuttoning his shirt, her fing







