I Love Amy Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

"No! You don't get to call me that anymore. I hate it. My name is Amelia. It's Amelia. And nothing else." I walked away from him. This is what I want right now. Space. Away from here. Away from him. He wasn't following me. I looked back and noticed the car was still there at some distance with its headlight on. It started raining. I looked up and thanked Mother Nature for it. I love rain. It just understands you.

“We don’t want you catching a chill.” Amy’s head shot up and I sensed fear behind the obvious reluctance tinged with a defiance which slowly melted away. Her fingers were trembling as she fumbled with the clasp. To my delight this one fastened at the front and she peeled it away from her breasts reluctantly, revealing what I was sure she had deliberately exposed before. “Happy now?” There was bitterness and something else in the mix. “If it makes you feel better …” I said, starting to unbutton my shirt. “What are we doing in here, master?”

Way, way more. "I-I..." Damn it. I can't even formulate words because of so much shock as realization hits me hard in the head. All those times... "He..likes me?" Amy rolled her eyes and cupped my cheeks lightly. "Do you still want me to spell it out for you? YES! At least take it from me," She chuckles and smiles whilst I just blinked my big, purple eyes at her. I was about to open my mouth when someone knocked on the door, distracting me from my thoughts for just a moment.

Amy said and intertwined her hand with his. "I'm really sorry for forcing myself on you again and again. It's just that I want to experience love before I die," Michael said, looking deeply into her eyes. Amy fell for his deceitful charm and rested her head on his chest then curved her arms around him, "please, don't be sad. I'm here for you."

We’re all pretty sure she’s the reason Amy was attacked, so in conclusion also the reason we’ll never see her anymore. She gets to me and throws her body on my lap and swings her arms around my neck. She’s acting as if I didn’t completely ghost her. “Happy birthday, sweetie!” She exclaims and then starts coming towards me for a kiss. I throw her off my lap and she lands on the floor with a thud. I hear Walker and Dallas chuckle and I look down at her. “What the hell, Liam?” She screeches, Goddess, was her voice always this annoying? I pull her face up to mine and whisper for only her to hear. “I don’t want you. I haven’t ever wanted you; you were just easy. Leave me the hell alone.” I though

Like the tape on my mouth and the bruise spreading across my jaw and the chains I could hear scraping across the cave floor were acts of love and not the most damning evidence of what he actually was. I held his eyes and let him see everything I was thinking. He stood up and Amy walked in. She came through the cave entrance like she had been waiting just outside it, which she probably had, timing her entrance the way she timed everything, for maximum effect. She looked around the space first.

Amy's pov His calloused palm brushed my cheek, wiping away another tear as he spread my legs like butter. “Take a deep breath bunny, it's going to be a long night.” I collapsed my head back on the pillow and wondered how I had one of the deadliest men in the country between my legs. Then my mind as if to answer that question pulled my memory back to over a month ago where it all started. •••••••• “I swear on my grandma's ashes Amy, this time-”

“... But now, you’re here. Quiet and unimpressed by the money. Drawing lines and boundaries. It's irritating to no end, but I can’t look away because you make me wonder what it would be like or feel like if someone didn't want to trap me." The air between them sharpened. Amy put down her glass and stood up straight. “I’m not here for any of that. I’m here for Theo. That’s it.” He watched her and really smiled for the first time. “Keep telling yourself that, Amy.” He reached out and gently tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. The touch was light, almost nothing - but it sent a current down her spine that traveled in between her legs. “Sleep well,” he said, voice pitched low, and then h

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”

My hands moved swiping the tears away, composing myself immediately feeling an annoying presence nearby. "Aww, what's got you so worked up? I can help you find what you're searching for. " I eyed her curiously, wondering what the hell she was talking about. Could they read minds too? Amy raised a brow waiting for my answer, her fingers running across my shoulder in slow motion. Maybe it was meant to be seduction, but we've been there before. There was some catch to her apparent giving attitide, what did she want? I shrugged her hand from my shoulder creating distance between us.