2.4- Guilt

The sound of a needle falling to the ground would echo through the silent room. "Just to clarify—is this a joke?"

"No. Of course not." Her pretty lips formed a perfect Cupid's bow as she grimaced, and her eyes flicked past him, as they had so often during this brief meeting.

He can't say what he's been expecting, but it's definitely not this.

"So you came to my office to propose to me? A marriage proposal huh?" he asked, puzzled by the anger burning deep within him.

He hadn't seen Amelia in years—she wasn't supposed to still be able to elicit that reaction in him—but there was no question that she had sent his senses into overdrive from the moment she arrived. Slow electricity ran through his veins like he had that night with her.

Sleeping with her was a mistake he regrets up to this day, almost as much as the cruel thing he said to her later.

But the truth is, he would have said anything at that moment to stop what had happened. If he could take it back that night, he wouldn't do