At The Mercy of Mr Alexander のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

AmeliaI smiled, watching Emma, my cashier slip on her jacket and grab her purse. "You're not leaving now?" "Don't worry, go ahead. I'll take care of everything and lock up.""Are you sure you don't need me to wait? I can lock up." "No, no. It's fine. Have a wonderful night.""Thanks, Amelia. See you tomorrow," she replied, her voice cheerful as she pushed open the door and walked out.We'd sold out for the day and the display cases were empty. I turned off the ovens and switched off the lights. I moved through the bakery checking to make sure I wasn't missing anything. The bell above the door rang out. I called out, my voice ringing through the empty bakery, "Did you forget something?" I assumed it was Emma, returning for something she'd left behind.But the silence was palpable.I waited for a response, my ears straining to pick up the slightest sound. But there was nothing.My curiosity piqued, I turned my head, my eyes scanning the dimly lit doorway. Then I saw a figure stand

Amelia I sat beside Hayley at the park, watching Alexander laugh and play with Misty. Her words cut through the serene atmosphere."I still can't believe you just forgave him and let him back into your life," Hayley said, her tone laced with scepticism.I shifted uncomfortably, defending my decision. "I didn't just forgive him, Hay. We're friends now."Hayley raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, keep trying to convince yourself, Amelia. A man and a woman can't be friends."I bristled at her doubt. "Says who?""If you two had no history, maybe it would've been possible. But come on, Amelia, I thought you wanted to move on from him."Her words struck a chord, echoing my own uncertainties."I've come to realize that instead of trying to hate Alexander, maybe I should try forgiving him," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "That way, moving on would be easier."Hayley's eyes narrowed. "You could have told him to leave."I bit back a bitter laugh. As if Alexander would have listened. Besides I

Alexander "Thank you for dinner, Mrs Fray," I said to Amelia's mom. She responded with a warm smile. Amelia stood up to clear the plates."I'll help you with that." Charlie and I spoke in unison.I glanced at Charlie, slightly annoyed. Was he trying to one-up me?I turned back to Amelia, my expression softening. "Let me help."Amelia's eyes flickered between Charlie and me. "It's fine, guys. I'll take care of it."Charlie and I exchanged a brief, tense glance.How desperate can one person be? I thought, exasperated. Charlie seemed to have anticipated my every move, mirroring my offer to help Amelia. His eagerness to play the hero, to be the Prince Charming, was palpable."No." Charlie and I said again. Our responses overlapped in a ridiculous chorus.My irritation simmered, and I cleared my throat, forcing a strained smile onto my face. "I'll help you.""No, Alexander. You're a guest. We don't make our guests work." Amelia rebuffed gently.I could almost see Charlie's wide grin, h

Amelia Agreeing to hang out with the person I was about to incriminate wasn't a good idea. I walked to my closet and picked out a simple outfit. A white shirt and a tight Jean. Before leaving, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My eyes roamed over my reflection, admiring the way the jeans hugged my curves. I thought of Alexander not being able to take his eyes off me when he saw me. A warm blush spread across my cheeks. Stop blushing, Amelia. You're not aiming for that. He'll be out of your life soon. I told myself. I wondered what the surprise was. My phone rang out. It wasn't even up to an hour yet, why was he being so impatient? I grabbed my phone and answered it without looking at the screen, thinking it was Alexander. "Alexander, you should learn how to be patient. I'll be there soon," I said, expecting to hear his voice. Instead, a different voice responded. "Hmmm. I hope when you see him, you get what I asked for." My instincts prickled. That w

SeleneI pushed open the front door, weighed down by the numerous shopping bags dangling from my arms. I stepped inside, and the sound of my father's raised voice drifted from the sitting room."...and then she has the nerve to speak to me in that manner! The audacity!"I recognized the tone, the venomous edge that laced his words. He was ranting. Someone must have gotten on his never.I sighed inwardly, my shoulders sagging under the weight of the bags.I made my way to the sitting room, and his words grew louder, more biting. "So incompetent! She has no idea what it takes to succeed, she has no idea what I have done to get here."I entered the room, and his gaze snapped toward me.I fixed my father with a pointed stare. "You're going to bring down the house with your voice, Dad."His face reddened, veins bulging.The shopping bags rustled as I set them down beside the couch. "Why are you shouting? Your girlfriend said no to giving you a blowjob?" Paul's expression darkened, his ey