AMBERI felt Sebastian's tight embrace. I could feel the warmth radiating from his body, and I also caught his distinctly masculine scent—a mixture of his natural scent, sweat, and luxury perfume. It was a total combination that was quite enticing. I felt like burying my nose in his chest and inhaling deeply, savoring his scent like a baby.But then I stopped myself. Wait! Was I the one who initiated the hug with Sebastian?! Oh my God, this is so embarrassing! What am I doing? I had never done this with a random guy before. I only shared intimate moments like this with Lucas.And why was I even touching Sebastian?! I was so embarrassed by my own actions! "For Pete's sake, Amber, Sebastian is your boss! He's not your brother, and definitely not your boyfriend!" yelled the sensible part of my brain.I winced at the thoughts racing through my mind. It was irritating. Why did I have to react like this? Maybe I was overthinking. Maybe I was being too forward! Or maybe I was just a naturall

AMBERSebastian looked at me with a playful glint in his eyes as we stood in his cozy kitchen. He asked me the simple question, "What do you want for dinner, Amber?"I hesitated for a moment, feeling a bit out of place in his home. "Oh, it's up to you, Sebastian. I'm not picky," I replied, trying to sound casual.Little did I know that my response would lead to a delightful surprise. Sebastian, my boss and my doctor, had a hidden talent he'd never revealed before – he knew how to cook! I couldn't help but be intrigued by this newfound knowledge.With a charming smile, Sebastian gestured for me to join him in the kitchen. "Well then, let's cook together. It's been a while since I've had some help in the kitchen," he said.I nodded eagerly and followed him to the countertop where he had already gathered the ingredients. As I watched him move around the kitchen with ease, I couldn't help but admire his culinary skills. He handled the knife with precision as he sliced chicken breasts, and

AMBERI looked into Sebastian's eyes, sensing the deep pain and resentment that lay within. The mere mention of his parents seemed to stir a whirlwind of emotions, and I could see the raw wounds that had never truly healed."Sebastian," I began hesitantly, my voice soft, "is there still any part of you that wants to meet your mother... or your father?" I asked, treading carefully on delicate ground.In his eyes, I saw a mixture of anger and sadness, a reflection of the betrayal he had experienced at the hands of the people who should have protected and loved him. He shook his head, his jaw clenched in frustration. It was a silent but powerful declaration that he had no desire to reunite with the parents who had abandoned him, leaving him like a lost puppy or a stray kitten in the rain.I took a deep breath, summoning the courage to ask the question that had been lingering in my mind. "Sebastian, do you think, someday, you could find it in your heart to forgive them?" I asked gently, m

AMBERUnder the bright city sun, Clarisse Valle led Sebastian and me on a tour that felt like a dream. I couldn't help but marvel at the sights and sounds of the city, but my focus remained sharp, my mind working overtime to strategize. Clarisse's kindness was a tool I could use, a pathway to Tiffany's downfall.As we walked through the bustling streets, I observed Clarisse closely. She was genuinely warm and inviting, her laughter infectious. It was hard to believe that someone so kind could be involved with someone as malicious as Tiffany Davis. I needed to win her trust, become her confidante, so she would listen to my warnings about Tiffany.In her luxury villa, I saw glimpses of Clarisse's life—elegant furniture, tasteful art, and the subtle scent of expensive perfume lingering in the air. It was a world far removed from my own, yet I needed to navigate it to achieve my goal.Sebastian, always the astute observer, noticed my determination. He offered his support, a silent reassur

AMBERThe next day, the coffee shop buzzed with its usual morning energy as I sat across from Clarisse, watching the shadows of doubt and worry flicker in her eyes. She clung to my words as if they were a lifeline in the stormy sea of her emotions."Clarisse," I said softly, taking her trembling hand into mine, "I understand that this is frightening. But sometimes, facing the truth, no matter how painful, is the only way to free yourself from the chains of deception."She nodded, her grip on my hand tightening. "I just want to know, Amber. I can't keep living in this uncertainty."I reassured her with a warm smile. "Then let's take that step together. I've recommended a private investigator who specializes in uncovering hidden truths. He'll follow Tiffany discreetly and find out what she's hiding."Clarisse took a deep breath, her determination shining through her fear. "Thank you, Amber. I appreciate your support more than words can express."We parted ways after our conversation, he