Amelia woke up to in unfamilar room, she wasn’t in her room, her body was completely clothed though, her head felt very heavy and it ached then she noticed a figure seating, unmoving like a sculpture. It was Blake, she tried standing up but her body felt jelly and she laid back down. “Why did you go under the rain?” Blake asked It was strange, his voice was cold and airy, he had never spoken to her before, she had never heard him speak to anyone before. “Sometimes” Amelia began, “you just have to do the wrong thing, cause at that moment, it feels... right” What she said might sound stupid, but not to her and at least not to him too. Shawn entered the room and his face lit up. “You’re awake! I thought you needed a true love’s kiss to awake you from your slumber” “If that’s the case, it would be an eternal slumber” “I’m hurt” Shawn pouted feigning hurt, “I love you, doesn’t that count?” “Well I’m happy that isn’t the case” Amelia said finally getting up from bed. It scented to
(Xavier)Xavier was furious, why the hell did Shawn bring her to work, she was just on the blink of death yesterday- okay maybe he was exaggerating, but still, he remembered her pale skin and how she shivered, he had never been so confused in his life till he saw Amelia on the floor, he had thought she was dead, many bad things could have happened to her... pretty bad things. If she had died or anything had happened to her, he would never have forgiven himself. He had watched her all night, he once thought he never feared death but that night, with Amelia on the floor, he understood why death was fearful to many. As soon as she walked in, all his anger evaporated and he looked at her- he really looked at her, not just her ass and breast or her curves, but her eyes, her eyes were beautiful, but there was something else about them, they held... pain. She was beautiful, she was very beautiful and not just the normal kind of beauty, but the kind that can draw emotions from any man. She
Kelvin was right. They were other ‘brighter’ places in the company. Amelia watched as model, very perfect looking ladies and men who defiled the ‘nobody is perfect’ saying, walked down the aisle and multiple pictures were taken by photographers who circled around the stage like bees, flashes of light emitting from the camera every second and the 'click' sounds. Amelia had always wanted to become a fashion designer, a great one and all this beautiful art works the models were in was what took all her interest. There was a tall bald man walking with a model who looked close to busting out in tears. “Oh my God” the bald man complained, “What do we do now, this is the latest piece that the whole world have been waiting for- celebrities, Mr. Felicio Mangano is here and the dress is in ruins. This would be a big flop, I might as well end my life today” the bald man said dramatically, placing a hand on his forehead in exhaustion. The brunette hair model pouted. “Now I’m never going to be
Amelia arrived back at Xavier’s apartment, a driver had driven her here and she was quite disappointed that Shawn wasn’t the one who drove her back, she was sure that she would have talked his ears off about all her adventures of the day. She was squealing in joy, the bald headed man who was actually Pabulo by name had called her and informed her that she would resume work there immediately, she couldn’t contain her joy, by tomorrow she would be a fashion designer in the great Neon Fashion Trends Company, nothing could kill her joy. Then her phone rang. As she saw the caller her heart sped up, not in the romantic way, the smile on her face was completely whipped off. It was Mel. Amelia answered the call, then she heard Mel’s sob over the line. There was no greetings exchanged, there was no need for that. “It’s got worst with Jacob” Mel said, “He’s getting paralyzed Amelia” she cried out. Dread filled Amelia, she couldn’t console Mel because she was the solution to their problem
Amelia was done crying, the shame and rejection hurt like a bitch. She picked her phone and called, Mel picked up immediately. “I’ve got it” Mel released a breath audible enough for her to hear. Maybe it was worth it after all. “I’ll be giving the cheque to you, it’s a cheque of Three Million, take the extra and start something. So where do we meet?” “At the Grand Castino Hotel, check it up on your phone GPS, I’ll be waiting right there” “Can we meet by 6:00am, I don’t want to be late for work” “Yes of course I’ll be there, it’s gonna be a long journey... And Amelia, thank you for this and everything” Amelia smiled, it was worth of all. ***** XAVIER Amelia had left the house, she had refused the driver to take her and he only permitted it because he, Shawn and most surprisingly, Blake would be watching her. Shawn drove the car, tracking her as she walked on following some direction on her phone map, she had worn a hooded sweater which was quite suspicious. Finally sh
Amelia walked to Xavier’s office, she wanted to ask for a favour. Again. She hated that she depended on Xavier, she hated that even after she was humiliated by him, she had to run back like a puppy for each and every of her need, this time it wasn’t a financial need. This was a different type of favour. She could not say how shocked she was when she had fully offered herself to Xavier and he turned her down, the shocked had faded and shame replaced it. She had thought she knew what Xavier wanted and his rejection had taken all hope Amelia ever had of a ‘happily ever after’. There was something else. Why she believed what Xavier had done was wrong, she wasn’t sure she was right. Maybe he had abstained so as to not have sex with her on such desperate conditions, he didn’t take advantage of the situation. Well shame didn't always permit reasoning , she wondered how it would be like if Xavier took her there, on a couch. She was a virgin and she expected a better first time than that, so
Shawn, Blake and Xavier sat round a table, all eyes on the black and white picture on the table. “Faircho Dominguez, he had been abducting girls, the world must known women trafficker, he had kidnapped Mick Gatto’s mother, Kira Gatto” Blake announced. “To avoid the death of our men, why not we sign the peace treaty by saving Mick’s mother” Shawn suggested. “You’re right, I really don’t like the sight of our men wasted no matter how little” Xavier said in agreement. “We have to find out if saving Kira would be of more loss than remaining his enemy” Blake advised. “You are right we...” Xavier’s words were cut off and all discussions paused as Amelia walked in. She was in a very dashing blue strapless dress which trailed behind her, a deep slit to the side and very high sparkling black heels. Her neck was adorned with a heavy and pretty sea coloured choker, her hair fell down her shoulders in curly full waves and her lips were painted red. Damn. She was sexy. Shawn whistled and ev
Xavier walked to the Santiago Club he owned, Blake came with him while Shawn stayed at Neon Fashion Trends handling some business that had nothing to do with Fashion Designing.The air at the club smelt of bear, sweat and sex. Strippers- male and female, entertained the guests, dancing on poles, some walked around the bar, while the rest stood at the bar entries waiting for customers - all of them scantly dressed.The crowd parted as he walked in, he went straight for the VIP section.Mick Gatto was already seated, one of the whores on his laps, giving him a lap dance, Mick Gatto was the Head Leader of the Russian Mafia, though he was an Australian by birth and he was here for business alone. Xavier took a seat, right in front of him.Scantly dressed waiters supplied them some strong drinks. Mick pushed the whore off his lap and she staggered away."Hope you came with a glorious offer to appease me, otherwise this would be a waste of precious time" Mick said, he had always been the bra