Amelia’s POV Flashback “So, so beautiful,” I said softly, leaning against the railing and looking out at the sparkling city lights. The Eiffel Tower glowed in the distance like it had been dipped in gold. My heart felt full because I only heart about how it looked like. Jake stood next to me, smiling, his hands in his pockets. It was my first time visiting Paris. I wasn’t much of a traveler; my father had always been the one flying around the world for business meetings while I stayed back and handled everything from there. But this trip… this trip was different because Jake had insisted we come. We were staying at a luxury couples’ resort in the city. It had private villas, rooftop pools, candlelit dinners and a lot more. The kind of place that looked like it had been designed for romance. “You see,” Jake said, eyes sweeping across the view, “you wouldn’t have come if I hadn’t forced you to.” He took a deep breath, his gaze distant. “Just like how I remember it.” I frowned a
Logan’s POV Mornings in Paris were not new to me. I’d been here plenty of times but it's was always boardrooms instead of cafés and suits instead of sightseeing. I remember coming here with my father back when I was still learning the business. Those trips had built most of my connections with the big names in France. The room smelled faintly this morning of Amelia’s perfume;light, sweet, lingering in the air. I didn’t know the name of it, but I knew I liked it a lot. It was intoxicating. We’d slept on opposite sides of the bed last night. Nothing happened, which was …..good, safer. The sound of running water came from the bathroom interrupting my trance. Amelia was in the shower. Steam rolled lazily from under the door, curling into the cooler air of the room. Perfect opportunity. I pulled out my phone from my pocket and dialed. It rang twice before Zach picked up. “Logan, my brother,” he greeted, his voice already filled with that smug tone. “How’s Paris?” “Good
Amelia’s POVThe jet was sleek, polished, and was a beauty to look at from outside. Of course Logan likes something expensive and intimidating looking. A flight attendant greeted us at the bottom of the stairs, smiling a little too politely.“Welcome, Mr. Wills. Ms. Connels.”I gave a small smile and climbed in, not sure where to look first. The long black leather seats, the gold trimmings, the wood-paneled bar, the massive window panels... It looked more like a luxury lounge. Suddenly I'm thinking of giving mine a little polishing. “This is a damn penthouse in the sky.”He smiled, placing a hand lightly on the small of my back as he guided me forward. “Only the best for you, Ms. Connels.” he said sarcastically.Don’t react! Do not react, Amelia!!I sat near the window while Logan took the seat directly across from me. The jet was quite empty except for a few staff like the air hostesses that were there. I pulled out my phone to check my planbook again. This retreat was going to las
Amelia’s POV It’s been a week since Logan told me about the Paris business retreat. The days passed like a blur; full of meetings, company reports, family dinners, and last-minute trip arrangements. Logan and I texted and called a few times during the week, but it was just about the trip preparations and all. Nothing... personal. Even though I told myself I was okay with that, deep down, I missed talking to him. I missed how we talked when there was no reminder of our ‘plan’. In the middle of the week, I got a text from Jana. “Hey Amelia, I saw the list. Just wondering if I could still get to be part of the list and come to Paris? It would really help my business. No pressure though.” I stared at it for a full minute. I was confused at first. But turns out Logan had put me in charge of approving and disapproving names for the retreat. That man. He told me nothing about it. I paused. Did I want Jana around me in Paris? I sighed and typed back: “Sure. If it helps your busin
Logan’s POV I was seated in my study room, drinking the glass of wine on my table and papers were stacked neatly on my desk, but my eyes weren’t on them. I was thinking, Was I doing the right thing to her? Should I stop at some point? I can't stop, can I. No one knows how hard it was to build myself back to the top after bankruptcy, so no why should I care all of a sudden? I sighed deeply, I shouldn't be thinking about her feelings and all. I should think about the upcoming CEO retreat in Paris, yes, something I planned by the way. Not just for business reasons. Well, not fully because of it. It was supposed to be a distraction. For her, for me and for The public. She needed some space away from this city, I need to execute my plans and also clear my head and The public, they need to believe our little lie more, it's a Win Win case for me. The media had been eating all information up these few weeks. All those headlines about “Amelia Connells and Logan Wills: Power Cou
Amelia’s POV I stood by my bedroom window, watching the leaves in the garden move gently. My cup of tea had almost gone cold in my hand, but I didn’t care because my mind wasn’t even here. It had drifted somewhere else;back to a time that almost felt like a dream now. A time when Beth was still my best friend. *Flashback* We were sitting in my bedroom, soft music playing as Beth held up two dresses. "This one says you're cute," she said, holding up the blue one, "but this one?" she raised the dark red one, "It says 'I'm the one.'" I laughed, shaking my head. "Beth, I can't believe I'm this nervous. It's just dinner with Jake." "No," she said, narrowing her eyes at me. "It's not just dinner. It’s the dinner where he might say those words to you, ‘Will you marry me? Ms Cornell's," she mimicked. “Stop!” I said laughing, "You think so?" Beth sat beside me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. "Jake loves you, Amelia. He's the guy of your dreams, remember? You're too beautiful to