INICIAR SESIÓNAmy’s P.O.VShit! I paced across the rug, my adrenaline still pumping. I needed to take back control of the situation with Chris before my deal with him blows up and he is back to sniffing around Ley’s hotel. I finally stopped pacing and dialed Chris Hampton."Well, look who decided to ring," Chris answered, his smooth, arrogant voice echoing through the speaker. “I'm not coming in today,” I replied stiffly, rubbing my temple in anticipation for his remark.I got an intensely long silence.“Come on, Amy,” Chris finally spoke, his voice sounding disappointed. “I thought you were a woman of your word who knew how to make deals and stick to them.”“I do,” I replied, forcing my voice to sound sincere. “And I will keep my part of the deal. I need the rest of the week to stay indoors and keep a low profile. It is the only way to reduce the eyes on me and let the controversy die down. You may think it's joke but your little kiss is wrecking my life with people calling me traitor. So, it'
Amy’s P.O.VBruhhhhI woke up at dawn with swollen eyes and a completely crushed ego.For ten good minutes, I just stared blankly at the white ceiling of my bedroom, listening to the quiet ticking of the wall clock.Every single detail of last night rushed back into my mind, replaying over and over and making my stomach twist into a painful knot.I tried to kiss him. He rejected my kiss. Can you believe that?I could still feel the rough, harsh stubble of Ley’s cheek against my lips. I could still feel the brutal, condescending way he had abruptly turned his face away, rejecting me so quickly like I was some contagious disease he didn't want to catch.Oh, Amy Emmanuella Sanders, you’ve really suffered.I'm not going to lie, it pained me. And even more so, the weight of that humiliation made me want to pull the duvet over my head and never leave this room again.But I refused to hide like a coward. I was not going to let Stanley Pearson think his rejection had broken me."He wants to a
Stanley’s P.O.VThe crystal glass in my hand snapped and cracked.I didn't even feel the glass bite into my palm as the liquid spilled through my fingers, dripping onto my desk. My eyes were glued to the glowing screen of my tablet. The headline caused my blood to boil.IS PEARSON BEING BETRAYED BY FRIENDS? DAUGHTER OF PEARSON’S BEST FRIEND CAUGHT IN SECRET AFFAIR WITH RIVAL.The photo beneath it was crystal clear. It was Amy. My Amy. Standing on the dark terrace in a gown I hadn't approved of, a gown that exposed the soft, delicate skin of her shoulders to the entire world. And Chris Hampton’s hand was resting possessively against her waist, his face leaning down, his lips pressed firmly against hers.A surge of rage exploded in my chest. I slammed the tablet face-down, my chest heaving heavily. “Hampton, you son of a bitch!” I growled. Hampton was a vulture who had been circling my European hotel assets for months, and now, he had laid his filthy hands on the only thing in this wor
Amy’s P.O.VNo… No… No…This wasn't how I envisioned my final year; getting famous over the most ridiculous thing, being stuck between two alpha males and their egos. And now, a controversial reputation-destroying photo of me was in the hands of an unknown cunt.Hell To The Fucking No! Excuse my French.I paced back and forth across my bedroom, my hands shaking so badly I could barely keep my grip on my phone. I needed to find that picture at all costs and stop it from seeing the light of day. Don't ask about Chris. The idiot is barely bothered and even accused me of being too ‘careful’. Can you believe that?Channel wasn't even helping matters, she was lounging on my bed with her feet kicked up, staring at her screen. The speaker was blasting the audio from the gala. "Holy shit, Amy, look at her face!" Channel laughed, replaying the clip for the tenth time. "You totally ate with your clap back. The look on her plastic face when you called her plastic is the highlight of it for me."
Amy’s P.O.VDing-dong. This witch is going down.The crowd parted like the Red Sea as Ley strode across towards me and Chris. Every eye in the room trailed him and all the chatter seized immediately.Here is the thing about these wealthy, influential folks; no one likes drama more than them. They are always ready for the tea and right now, it seemed like a fountain was about to burst open. Ley stopped exactly two feet away from us. His huge, muscular frame seemed to swallow the light under the chandeliers.Beside me, Chris didn't back down. Well, not surprising.His fingers tightened subtly against my hip, pulling me an inch closer to his side. It made me twitch a little. But instead of portraying the ruthless corporate raider I had argued with on the phone, Chris’s face instantly shifted into a smooth, effortless charm. He played the nice guy perfectly, offering a warm, easy smile that would score a billboard deal."Pearson," Chris said smoothly, extending his right hand toward Ley
Amy’s P.O.VDum Dum DumTightly gripping my phone, I walked down the quiet hall, headed for Ley’s office. It was the longest walk of my life. My heart pounded so hard I could almost hear it beat.I know you are wondering, did she take the deal?HaaahWhen I reached the office, I didn't bother knocking. I twisted the brass handle and pushed the door open, stepping into his safe space.The room was pitch-black, save for the weak amber glow of the fireplace and the silver moonlight slicing through the windows.Ley was sitting in a leather armchair by the window. He had changed into a clean sweatshirt and shorts. He was staring out the window into the dark night, a half-empty glass of scotch resting in his palm.He didn't move when I walked in. He looked completely distant, like a statue carved of marble and stone, trapped in a hollow darkness.I didn't let the tense atmosphere slow me down. I marched straight across the Persian rug, and turned to him. I dropped my phone on the coffee tab
Amy’s P.O.VOh Damn!For one beautiful, terrifying second, the entire universe shrank to the heat radiating off Ley's bare chest. My eyelashes brushed against the inner rims of my glasses as I tilted my face up, my lips parted, completely ready to throw my entire future into the fire for a single t
Amy’s P.O.VOh No Even though I had done nothing wrong, I couldn't help but feel guilty. You know that feeling you get watching someone you love go through a hard situation, but you can't help or soothe them? Yep, that was how I felt. I slid down from the counter and carried my bag and stood tal
Amy’s P.O.VO.M.G When the gates of the Pearson estate swiveled open, it was like heaven's gate opening. My jaw dropped at its magnificence. Up ahead, the massive stone mansion loomed. It was an architectural perfection… just like the man who owned it.I steered my dented Toyota Camry down the win
Amy’s P.O.VPhew!Yep, that was the sound of me after successfully moving my ten pound suitcase into my childhood home. A.k.a - my parent’s home. At twenty-one, entering my final year of college, my life should have been mapped out for success. I was supposed to be focusing on final exams, project







