Amelia felt like her heart was about to explode from the way it kept thumping loudly in her chest. For a moment, she couldn't tell whether she was having a nightmare or the police had really come for her in real life. She only came back to her senses when she felt cold metal on her wrists. Her stomach turned when she looked at her hands which were now cuffed. "Are cuffs necessary?" She couldn't help but ask even though her heart kept beating rapidly. The policemen looked intimidating with guns on their waists. "It's just standard procedure Miss Scott." Came the reply of one of the officers. He had short brown hair with a scar on his left eyebrow that almost reached his eye. The other one had long hair that was pulled up into a manly bun with a thick beard and diamond studs in his ears. Amelia mentally raised an eyebrow but she didn't voice her thoughts. She thought he looked pretty. "Let's go." The officer with short hair grabbed her elbow and led her out of the building lik

Ethan was insatiable. He took Amelia over and over again like he wanted to finish all the juicy ripe mangoes on a tree. It was only until she raised a white flag that he let her rest. She had apparently lost the battle and had no choice but to surrender. Ethan was like a beast with the strength of ten men. She was impressed by his stamina but the burning between her thighs told her she had to rest. Amelia was now back in her room, freshly showered and was now lying in her comfortable bed, resting with her legs spread apart hoping the cold air would soothe the pain down there. She was about to drift to sleep when the creaking of the door alerted her. Opening her eyes ever so slightly, she saw from the corner of her eyes how someone was treading carefully towards the end of the bed. Pretending to be asleep, she watched as the intruder lifted her blanket from the end of the bed and threw it over his head so that he could crawl through it until the headboard. Only instead of going

Amelia's heart banged vigorously in her chest as the sound of Cheryl's footsteps got closer. She had held her breath as if Cheryl could hear her breathing. 'Perhaps I should just make a run for it.' She thought in her mind but before she could do that and alert the enemy, Cheryl's phone rang and she answered. "Hello? I'm coming." Cheryl turned and walked out of the stairway making Amelia breathe out a sigh of relief. She was grateful to the person who called Cheryl. What she had heard could be used as evidence so naturally Cheryl would react if she found out that Amelia had heard the conversation. 'I need to tell Ethan,' she mumbled to herself as she proceeded to head back to the set. Hours later, Amelia did not linger around to chat and went home with her bodyguard Albert. The moment she entered through the front door, a sweet aroma wafted from the kitchen. Someone was cooking something delicious. The scent was mouth watering and it made Amelia's stomach rumble loudly.

Amelia woke up feeling low, her chest felt heavy like it had been hit by a truck. She presumed it was because of the small fight she had with Ethan. It made her feel uncomfortable. For some reason, she felt guilty that she got upset with him. He was just trying to protect her. But that didn't mean it was ok for him to raise his voice at her. He had to know that it's not the course of action he should take when angry. For Amelia, yelling at her didn't solve anything. In fact, it just kick-started her rebellious behavior. In the end, no one wanted to put their foot down due to pride but she still felt guilty about the whole thing. After a quick shower in the morning, she was putting on her white striped jumpsuit when Ethan opened the door without knocking. Rolling her eyes, Amelia continued to zip her jumpsuit and thought, 'doesn't he know how to knock? What if I was shaving?' "Good morning angel…" she heard him say. From the mirror she could see how he donned a checkered gray s

Amelia was enjoying her day off at home when she received a call from Glenda. "Hey babes," she answered lazily. She was sunbathing on a lounger on the balcony just outside the large floor-ceiling doors in her bedroom. Clad in nothing but a black string bikini, she had been reading a book while sipping on some fresh juice. This was life.. just relaxing and enjoying the fresh air that wafted from the nearby trees. "Hey Amy.. what are you doing?" Glenda's voice came through the speaker. "Nothing… I ain't doing shit," she chuckled. "Well… you better get your ass to the pearl hotel, I just saw your man with that whore, Anna." "What man?" Amelia furrowed her brows. It's been ten years since she broke up with that cheating jerk, Luciano. "Not Luciano you fool….Ethan.. isn't he your man?" Amelia's heart skipped a beat, "why would Ethan be with that bitch? Wait… who said he's my man?" "Stop being stubborn Amy… go get your man from that viper. Don't say I didn't warn you."