All Chapters of Life after divorce: The billionaire’s crazy proposal : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I leaned against the wall, impatiently tapping my foot against the floor as I waited for Amber, my eyes not leaving the door to the ladies room I saw her walk in. The door swung open as she walked out, halting in her steps when she saw me. “You're Clint, right? The one who keeps calling me Amber.” Her voice was calm as she shut the door behind her before smoothening the fabric of the silver gown she was wearing. She wasn’t curvy, but the way the dress clung to her made me realize something—she didn’t just look different, she felt different. As if she’d shed the version of herself I used to know and become someone else entirely. “I'm starting to get uncomfortable.” Her voice snapped me out of my trance, but she wasn't done. “You following me to the ladies room isn't exactly a good look on you. Curtis should really pay more attention to personality.” Her eyes scanned me from head to toe and she shook her head disapprovingly. “To think I came out of this. Disappointing.” She

My eyes darted around as we walked and when I was certain no one was around, I quickened my steps till I was in front of him. Then, I turned to face him with a raised brow. “What was that reminder about?” I inquired, not trying to tone down the annoyance in my voice. The double meaning behind his words had left me speechless. If it hadn't been for the act we were putting on, I would have challenged him right there and then.“It is what it is. A reminder,” he stated, his voice calm and face unreadable.My patience completely ran out. “Well, Curtis. Thank you for the reminder. I’ll be sure to write it down so I never forget,” I said through gritted teeth.I folded my arms, my gaze locking onto his. “But let’s get something straight. I don’t appreciate you insinuating that I’d go after Cole, and I definitely don’t appreciate you questioning my integrity. And all this because I thanked him for stepping in when Clint attacked me?”“Clint did what?” His voice was low with a sharp edge that

I should have pulled away. The thought circled in my head like a song stuck on repeat. There was no way I'd be able to face her if she didn't fall asleep at that moment; there was no excuse. My hands hovered for a moment before settling at her waist carefull and lightly so I wouldn't wake her, or trigger a repeat of the disaster I almost caused. Her fingers, which were still gripping my shirt, twitched. A small noise left her lips, something between a sigh and a whimper, before she nestled deeper into my chest, muttering something unintelligible. I exhaled slowly, my jaw tightening. Damn it. She wasn’t letting go. Slowly and carefully, I placed one arm behind her back and the other behind her knees before picking her off the couch, and heading for the bed. I gently laid her on the bed and peeled her hands off my shirt. Finally. Just as I was

Curtis’ Pov The warm scent of butter and syrup filled the kitchen as I flipped the last pancake onto the plate. The stack was arranged neatly with the fruit carefully placed on the side just the way Dustin liked it. I drizzled a thin stream of syrup over the top, allowing it to pool slightly before setting the bottle aside. It had been a while since I made breakfast myself. Usually, the house staff handled it, but I had promised Dustin and if I'm being honest, I really missed cooking. A soft patter of footsteps made me glance up to see Amber step into the kitchen. Her damp hair fell loosely over her shoulders, the faint scent of soap and something floral trailing behind her. She leaned against the counter, watching me as I plated the pancakes. “Didn’t know you were a pancake guy.” “It’s Dustin’s favourite,” I said simply. A proud smile crept up my face as I set the plate down, admiring the art before me. “His favourite? Isn't it steak?” She muttered, her voice tinged with

Curtis’ PovThe scent of fried food and cotton candy filled the air as we stood at the ticket booth, the distant sounds of roller coasters clanking up their tracks and kids squealing with excitement echoing around us.Dustin was practically bouncing on his heels, his eyes scanning the brightly colored wristbands displayed on the counter. “We’ll take three unlimited ride passes,” I told the attendant, pulling out my card.As she scanned the bands, Dustin’s excitement bubbled over. “Can we all get the same color?” he asked, pressing his face against the glass counter.Amber chuckled, ruffling his hair. “You want us to match?”“Yes!” He nodded enthusiastically.Her eyes flicked over the options before she turned to Dustin. “What colour do you want?”Elated, he focused his gaze on the wristbands, brows furrowed together like he was making a crucial decision. Finally, he pointed at a bold red wristband. “This one! It’s so cool.”The attendant smiled as she handed them over. “A matching fam