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Amelia's POVThis was what my mum meant when she said he'd been rehearsing a tune for days.My hands fly to my mouth and I choke back a sob as the reality of the moment hits me like a train.I've fallen for him.I can't breathe.I remove Christian's hand from my waist"Amy?""Are you okay, Mimi?"Christian and Bianca say at the same time."I just need some air. I'm fine. I'll be back in ten." I squeak, shaking my head when Christian tries to come after me because I'm already running out of the house.Where do I go?Where do I escape to?How do I even handle this?I make my way to the garden, falling to my knees as the first sob escapes my lips.The next minute, arms are wrapping around me and pulling me to my feet.I know who it is.I can feel myself falling into the embrace even as my mind tells me that this shouldn't be happening.The house is filled with guests. So many people.I try to release myself from his grip, but his arms are like steel around my waist, pulling me back to h
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Amelia’s POV"She tried to kill herself. Overdose. They don't know how she was able to access that many pills in the rehabilitation center but they're looking into it. Right now, she's in the operating room, but your manager's with her. They found a handwritten note under her pillow. Addressed to your father." My mother's words replay in my head as I stand in front of Miguel's bedroom door. His mother's manager had called Emilio to give the news and as my mother had tried to calmly explained the situation to him in the study, Emilio and I present but deathly silent, I'd watched Miguel's face grow paler and paler until he heard the part about the letter addressed to his father."Till the very fucking end. An attention seeker till the fucking end. How romantic that she thought to write a letter for her ex husband and none to her own child.""Son.""Don't you fucking call me that! Do you hear me?"And then he'd stormed out of the study, slamming the door so hard it shook. That was fif
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Amelia"You're not running for the hills." He observes. I shake my head, unable to say more. Because even after everything I know, even now when I look at him, all I want to do is stay. But wanting to do and doing are worlds apart. "Not even when I tell you that my mother didn't walk into the rehabilitation center of her own free will and that she overdosed, unable to grasp that her ex husband was remarrying?"My mouth gapes "The press said it was a–""The manager said, good girl. Telling the world that media heartthrob, Faye Smith is a attention seeking self serving manipulative drug addict who didn't like being jilted sounds a whole lot worse than being a druggie because of the stress accompanying celebrity living." I'm never going to envy celebrities ever again. He must see my thoughts clearly expressed on my face because he smiles, even though it's dull. Tormented. "Aren't you glad you dodged the bullet. Said no and saved yourself from this mess?" He gestures to himself, th
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AmeliaI don't know how the phone in my hand is still glued to my ear because my hands are shaking, my palm is sweaty and my heart is racing a thousand miles. I'm stuck between euphoria and dysphoria. He's back. Shuffling to my feet, I turn to go to Bianca's room to grab my charging when something makes me pause. Bianca is looking at me with unhidden interest. My mum is still on the phone. She said Emilio came back. What about Miguel Angel?"Amelia? Are you still there?" I hear her ask. "Mum? You didn't say anything about Miguel Angel. Is he okay? Did something happen?"Silence. Then "He's fine, darling. But if you don't know, that means he hasn't told you? I thought–""What did he say?"My mum's pause makes me suck in a harsh breath "He decided to stay. In Los Angeles. But he promised to come visit for Christmas. And Thanksgiving. And all the other holidays."I slowly take my seat and when Bianca's eyes widen, I know she can probably see the horror on my face. He's fine. He's
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Amelia"Wow"That's all Bianca has said since I spilled my guts to her. We're lying on our backs on my bed and staring at the roof of my bed. "Told you I'm crazy.""You're not crazy.""So you think it's okay?"She turns to face me "Do you think it's okay?" I frown at her "You're supposed to have all the answers.""I think you have me mixed up with you. You are the love expert."I snicker "Yeah, from fictional books and watching you and Adam run around in circles. I've never been in love–" I pause "–I don't even know if this is love." She rolls her eyes and sighs "I can't tell you what to do. Because I don't know how you're feeling. I mean, I understand falling for Angel, because have you seen him?" This time I roll my eyes and she chuckles "But, I can't tell you if what you're feeling is right or wrong. Logically speaking, the only reason you're even related is because your parents got married. But things aren't as easy as that.""I know" "And he's gone. So you have two options,
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AmeliaI suck in a breath as I take in all of his features like a woman seeing for the first time, Harry and the entire impressiveness of the house forgotten. He's in an all black ensemble. Black tee, black ripped jeans, black boots. Black baseball cap snug on his hair that's in a bun. The navy bomber jacket that's currently laying on the ground in front of him is the only thing that isn't black. He looks exhausted but still manages to remain excruciatingly pleasing to the eye. Miguel fucking Sanchez. The reason I'm here. The deep ache that forms in my stomach everytime he's in the area returns with a vengeance. I clasp my shaky hands behind my back as we stare at each other and I swallow when I see his eyes move from my face to take in the rest of my body, settling especially on my bare legs, the blue dress somehow riding high up on my thighs. You can't catch me dead in a dress, I'd told him once. And yet I'd put one on particularly to see him. Harry clears his throat "And th
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Amelia’s POVThe drive to the hospital is quiet but not uncomfortable, if you overlook the brewing tension between Miguel and I. I can see the questions he wants to ask on the tip of his tongue, but he stops himself right before they can tumble out of his mouth. And yeah, did I tell you about his gorgeous ever present lip ring? I mean, I was addicted to that accessory long before I even started liking him. As I'm in the passenger seat this time around, it puts the symbol of my eternal torment in my line of sight. Miguel looks really happy to finally be sitting behind the wheel and I can't help the smile that makes it's way to my lip as he taps away on the wheel absentmindedly. We both reach to turn up the volume of the music at the same time, our fingers brushing for the second time, only this time we longer before slowly pulling away, a reminder of the tension building in the air. Of unsaid words hanging between us. When we arrive at the hospital and he takes my hand at the entran
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AmeliaThe drive back to the house after Miguel gets me my Chinese takeout is not uncomfortable, considering we have every reason to after visiting Faye Smith.I decide not to bring up the issue. He doesn't either. Instead, I take in the scenery and he tells me what he knows about places that pique my interest. The sun has already set and when I look at the time as he parks in front of his condo, it's almost eight. My flight back to Evergreen is in less than twenty hours. Not enough time. Holding the food in his hands, I take the key from him and open the door, standing aside to let him in. When I close the door and turn, he's standing in the same spot. It doesn't take me long to figure it out. Because there's a naked girl standing in the centre of his living room."Surprise!" She screeches, running over to hug him. His hands open almost immediately, holding the food in wide berth from her attack as he remains frozen in place. My blood turns to ice. And I feel like entering int
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