Amelia’s POV.“Aren't I invited to join you for breakfast?” Greyson asked, folding his arms across his chest. He looked almost… insulted. I felt a twinge of guilt. “I'm sorry, Mr. Jarvis,” I stammered. “I just assumed you wouldn't be interested. You always skip breakfast.” “Well, maybe I would have been interested today,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “And besides, I told you to call me Greyson.” I felt a blush creep up my cheeks. “Sorry, Greyson. I'll remember next time.” He smiled, and I let out a sigh of relief. "It's fine, and I am not angry,” he said, raising his hands in the air, and I gave him a smile.Greyson strolled over to us, a smile on his face. He leaned down and placed a kiss on Jayden's forehead, making my heart flutter. Then, he turned to me. “Good morning, champ,” he said, his eyes twinkling as he leaned and kissed Jayden’s cheek. I couldn’t help but wish I was the one getting those kisses. Jayden looked up from his pancakes and beamed. “Good morning, papa!” he

Amelia’s POV.“Ami, please can you dance with my papa,” he pouted and I stared at him, my jaw dropped. How on earth can I dance with Greyson?“No,” I replied, shaking my head, but then Greyson spoke which made me more confused.Greyson's eyes pleaded with me as he asked me to dance with his son. "Come on," he said, his voice soft. "It would be fun, and it would make Jayden so happy." But I just couldn't do it. The thought of dancing in front of a crowd of people made me feel like I was going to faint, and with Greyson? I doubt if I would have any atom of self control. I shook my head, my hands trembling as I backed away. "No, no, I can't," I said, panic rising in my chest. "Please don't make me do this." But Jayden wasn't giving up. He came up to me, giving me his puppy eyes.“Please Ami, I want to show my classmate how my weekend went,” he pouted. "Ami, please," Greyson said, his voice pleading. "Jayden really wants you to dance. And it would only be for a few minutes. I know it'

Amelia’s POV.Just then, the door to my room burst open. I spun around, startled, to see Greyson standing in the doorway, a sheepish smile on his face. I blushed at the memory of our kiss, my face heating up like a furnace. I couldn't bring myself to meet his eyes, so I looked away, my heart racing. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt," he said, his voice soft and apologetic. "It's okay," I managed to say, my voice sounding small and far away. "I just wanted to check on you," he said. "Are you okay?" I swallowed hard, my heart still pounding in my chest. "I'm... I'm okay," I said, still not meeting his gaze. I felt like a silly schoolgirl, unable to control my emotions. "Are you sure?" he asked, his tone gentle and caring. I took a deep breath and forced myself to look at him. I knew I shouldn't have looked into his eyes. It was like diving headfirst into an ocean of emotion, and I was drowning. His eyes were so intense, so full of feeling, that I could hardly breathe. I let o

Amelia’s POV.“Yes, Mr. Greyson, your girlfriend really helped in the bully case.” The head teacher's words hung in the air, a chilling mist enveloping me. I swallowed hard, a knot of dread tightening in my chest. “Girlfriend?” Mr. Greyson echoed, his voice a low murmur as his eyebrows furrowed confused.I could feel the blood draining from my face, my hands clammy with fear. Holy shit, I'm dead, I thought, my mind racing through potential escape routes. But there was no escape—the truth was out, and I was left standing. How do I explain to him that I was the one who made the head teacher think we were in a relationship?Greyson's eyes lingered on me like a predator stalking its prey, his gaze a palpable force that made my skin crawl. My fingers twitched nervously, twisting strands of hair as I tried to ignore the head teacher's prying question.“Isn't she your girlfriend?” she prodded, her voice a grating reminder of my predicament. My blood boiled, my nails digging into my palm as