Two years after giving birth to Adrian, Jason and I were finally getting married...with more people around this time.
During those two years, it definitely wasn't easy, we had just welcomed our newborn baby, the merger of the company was taking place and we were getting used to our two different families who weren't so different.
Jason's side of the family was amazing, they were supportive and always wanted us to visit them with their favourite grandson, my side of the family was just as amazing, always present and helpful in raising Adrian.
It wasn't easy at first after giving birth, there were many sleepless nights, debates on who's changing the diaper, or who's turn it was to stay up all night. I was the one who always stayed up all night and I wouldn't have it any other way.
I had just entered the ballroom with my arm hooked around my father’s while plastering a huge fake smile on my face. Why couldn’t he have just gone with one of his mistresses since he had many, I don’t get why I have to be forced to come to these suffocating functions? Still, with a smile inked on my face, I greeted everybody, and I mean every rich snob associated with my father, whom I didn’t like very much and don’t have the best relationship with. Here I was, in this super-tight uncomfortable dress that somehow attracted the eyes of people to places that should only be looked at by me. “Mr Adams!” I internally groaned as I heard the annoying voice of Howard, yay! “Amelia,” he gave me a curt nod and just like the whole night I gave him a fak
I woke up tangled in some silk sheets but still in my dress. I sat up on the bed and looked around the enormous room taking in every single detail in there, there wasn't much to take in seeing the room was empty. All it had was a king-sized bed and a desk in the far corner of the room. There wasn't much light coming in seeing that the drapes were dark but I couldn't help wondering who's room I was in?
It's been over two weeks since I last seen her, talked to her, have her close to me. It's been over two weeks since I last saw her sleep and watch her as a stalker. And I pushed her away because of my trust issues, I can't tolerate disloyalty, and I should know that she would never do anything to hurt me on purpose but it's been so long since I've seen her and I don't know if things are still the same between us.
My ass is too big. That was the first thought that came to my mind as I looked at myself through the mirror. This dress was doing little to conceal my curves and booty.So before you ask why am I trying to hide my curves and what not's, why not show the world what my mama gave me right?Well, the thing is I did, and to apparently my new boss and my mama left me so that's why I'm trying to hide all this baggage I'm naturally carrying."Honestly, Amelia, you look beautiful. Stop trying to hide all those wonderful attributes I wish I had," Aurora said as she laid on my bed playing with my shoes.Aurora was my only friend, we were the same age, however, Aurora worked for my dad, well for the house in this case. She was and I really don't like using this term, the maid but more of my friend than the maid.She was madly in love with Chris, who happened to be one of the guards at home and also sometimes, when needed be my personal bodyguard.He was chilled, quiet, hardly smiles. Now Aurora wa
I stared at him as I processed his words, 'You're late', he said. Now I for one don't agree and I'm going to shed some late why I don't. "It really depends on the way you look at it," I said and he raised his head looking at me straight in the eye but not before his eyes taking in what I was dressed in, he gulped and sat straighter cocking his head to the side.
I watched Amelia work with no break, she would look out into the view as she scanned the papers into her computer. Her right foot tapped slowly with the sound of the printer while softly humming a song. She seemed really invested in her work and spent as much time in there as possible. Wheneve
"So, how was your first day at work?" Aurora asked me a bit too cheerily and I frowned dropping myself onto my bed, I was exhausted, annoyed and hungry. "Not good I suppose?" "It was awful," I said into the pillows and she shifted closer to me. "Say that again please?"
The constant vibration of my phone annoyed the hell out of me seeing that I was still sleeping, for one, I knew that wasn't my alarm because it would wake me up every thirty seconds, and I didn't bother to check what it was or who it is. Finally, it's stopped vibrating and ringing and I smiled getting back to my sleep, with a second the stupid phone rang again and I screamed into my pillow wanting to cry, all I wanted was just one more hour of sleep.