All Chapters of Fated to my One Night Stand: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

~Amber’s POV~ I was wrong.Surprisingly so.Everything had gone quiet, so quiet, without any reaction from anyone, that I hadn’t realized when my body had given in to the sleep I had barely gotten last night.And the next time my eyes fluttered open, it was to Jameson’s blank stare boring down at me from directly above, close enough that I could count her eyelashes if I wanted to, and I jumped so hard I almost fell out of the seat in the process.“What is wrong with you?” I gasped, trying to pull myself together and upright at the same time, my heart slamming against my ribs.But her face didn’t even show any reaction, didn’t shift at all from that flat, unreadable expression. “Aren’t you supposed to be trained to be prepared for anything? What if I was an enemy?”Okay, it was starting to get genuinely annoying how right she was about everything, and I looked away from her with a huff.The plane was empty now.Completely empty, not a single person in sight, and I looked back at her w

~Amber’s POV~ There was something wrong.Well, obviously there had to be something wrong when the last thing I remembered was getting kidnapped by someone who sounded far too happy to exist.And that was what I had the issue with.Because I was supposed to open my eyes and squint from too much light shining in my face or something, or feel my body being held up in a chair, maybe tied down, definitely in some kind of danger.It wasn’t supposed to feel like I was lying on the most comfortable bed that had ever been created.Everywhere shouldn’t be this dim as I forced my eyes open and pushed myself up without feeling any restraint, without any pain shooting through my limbs or drugs clouding my head.But as soon as I sat up fully, blinding light came at me from all directions and I squinted my eyes against it only for cheers to cut through the brightness, voices filling whatever space I was in with a ripple of “SURPRISE!”What the hell was going on right now?I reached for Roxanne inst

~Amber’s POV~ “If you apologize one more time, I will stab you and then stab myself.”Jameson’s tone was so utterly dry, her face even blanker and that it made me back away, not just from her threat but the fact that I knew she would absolutely carry out.And the realization that hit me then.What had happened to her to make her so utterly blank? So without fear for anything and anyone with power whatsoever?I mean, she could have died. She had been at the bottom of the ocean with nothing but a breathing pipe. And I was the one shaken on her behalf while she sat there like it was a minor inconvenience.Her eyes came to me from where they had been assessing the healing room we ended up in after I had gone to find help in what I realized was an absolutely massive mansion. After I realized that crazy Cleopatra—because that was the only way to describe Axel’s psychotic sister and what I would be calling her had actually, genuinely, put Jameson at the bottom of the freaking ocean as so

~Amber’s POV~ List of things to do.Number one: Ignore Roxanne with much more emphasis so she knows I’m not falling for her ploy of her “not being with me much longer” because I refuse, and will continue to refuse, to take off this necklace.Number two: Find your intent. What are you going to do in the next year that doesn’t involve just fighting with Axel Edgewood?I stared at the crumbled makeshift paper in front of me that I had found somewhere around this massively huge place, scribbling down things just to keep myself occupied because I had absolutely no direction here.Like in a literal sense.Axel still had a mental door up. I didn’t want to go look for Jameson and receive another dose of reality check. I would have even considered finding Zane or worse, Cassandra, if it meant I would at least be directed to my room.If that asshole had even prepared one for me.‘No, no.’ I caught myself internally. ‘I’m not doing the whole purposefully getting angry thing.’I focused back on

~Amber’s POV~ “Are you okay?”The casualness of the tone gave way to the realization of who it was. Without a second more, my eyes snapped open, meeting Ian’s worried gaze that admittedly did something to my insides but I immediately shoved that feeling away as I pushed myself up.“Why are you everywhere?” I snapped. He ignored my tone and reached out to try to push me back down. “The healers said you still need to rest.”“If your hand makes any contact with my skin, I promise you I will break it.”My tone was deadly and it had the desired effect. He pulled his hand away but spoke again.“You had a panic attack. A severe one. Really, you shouldn’t be up on your feet so quickly.”I shot him a look of pure irritation at the fact that he had been the one to help me, had apparently stayed with me all through…How long was I out?My eyes went to the window and I realized the day was already dark. Panic mixed with the irritation because he had been with me for what was obviously a while