Amber’s pov There has been a significant change since Adrian fell in love with me. Now I realize how precious I am to him as his girlfriend. I've also noticed that falling in love is often accompanied by funny and sweet dreams. Some say that dreams occur when you are truly in love with someone, while others believe they stem from thoughts of that person before falling asleep. Either explanation could be true, because I am already deeply in love with Adrian and he occupies my thoughts constantly. Ever since Gwen and Dave came to this house, Adrian has been reluctant to share what transpired when he asked me to leave. Does this imply that my presence prevented him from taking action regarding what they both did to me? No matter how I approached the question, all he did was plant a kiss on my lips. Once his soft, adorable lips met mine, I found myself yearning for more of him. It was Friday morning, and for over three days, Adrian and I hadn't gone to work. Our home was filled with
Amber's pov Is this a game of love or something? Adrian knows how to make me happy, but we haven't been out of the house like this before. It's always been indoor games. My eyes were closed, and I couldn't stop smiling. Adrian and I were sitting in the back seat, and I don't even know what kind of car we got into because he blindfolded me before we left. Did he forget to blindfold me initially when we first came out of the house, or did the thought just occur to him as we were about to leave? "Where are we going?" I asked, unable to estimate the time and distance we had covered in the darkness. "I'm taking you somewhere familiar. Just relax," he replied. "Relax while my eyes are closed?” I asked and then started laughing. "Should I guess where we're going?" I asked as I felt his touch on my lap. "A hotel?" "Nope." "I don't think you will be able to guess correctly. All I want you to do is stay calm and expect..." He paused. "I thought you wanted to say something." "Ja
Amber’s pov When my grandmother said that my boyfriend resembled my mother, I glanced at his face and chuckled. "Grandma, you have a keen eye. There's a slight resemblance, but this is Mr. Adrian Morgan." Both Adrian and I laughed, embracing my grandma once more. "I don't know when I'll see both of you again. I want us to take some pictures." My grandma was right. It wouldn't be easy to bring Adrian to my grandma's house as I had hoped. We all gathered around her, with me standing on the right and Adrian on the left. With beautiful smiles on our faces, we took several pictures. It was truly a joyful occasion, as my grandma had persistently asked me to introduce her to my boyfriend. We went inside and shared glasses of wine, and I could see the joy in her eyes. It was evident how our presence had brought her immense happiness. As we prepared to leave after spending about an hour, my grandma asked, "Amber, how is the company going?"Adrian quickly looked at me and this had be
Author's pov Anita, an intelligent and adorable woman, was 27 years old and the eldest daughter of the Charleston family. The Charlestons were somewhat renowned, similar to the Morgans. Due to business connections, their paths had crossed with the Morgan corporation. Anita's parents, known as Mr. and Mrs. Charleston, had appointed her to oversee the administrative aspect of their company. One evening, as Anita followed her usual routine, she arrived home after leaving her office. Upon entering the house, she found her mother in the living room. "Welcome, my dear," her mother greeted, and Anita reciprocated with a kiss on her mother's cheek. "Where is Dad?" Anita asked. "He's inside, probably taking a bath," her mother replied. Just as Anita was about to leave the sitting room, Rebecca, their maid, entered. "Good evening..." "I'm hungry. Please prepare my food on the dining table. I'm about to go and take my bath," Anita swiftly instructed Rebecca before heading to her r
Author's pov Anita has always been a workaholic, ever since her parents instilled in her the belief that she needed to possess such a trait to manage their family business. As a result, her internal body clock naturally wakes her up promptly at 5 am every single day, regardless of whether or not she wants to go to work. She rose from her bed and prepared herself for the day's tasks. She took a shower, tidied her hair, and even checked her laptop for mails that needed urgent response. After breakfast, she wondered aloud, "when will James call me?" She constantly glanced at her wristwatch. The time was 7:30 am, and she assumed James wouldn't call anymore. Just as she was about to come out of her house, her phone rang. "Hello, Anita! How was your night?" James' voice on the other end greeted her. "It was lovely! I thought you wouldn't call again. I usually leave so early to grab the food you want us to buy together," she replied. "At this very moment, I'm calling you from
Author’s pov When Dave appeared in my office, I felt torn between dismissing him and granting him the few minutes he had requested. Did he truly deserve such a favor? Nevertheless, my curiosity got the better of me—I wanted to know what he had to say. Just a few minutes? It wouldn't make much of a difference. It wasn't like the past when he attempted to blackmail me for refusing to go out for a drink with him. "You said a few minutes?" I asked him, contemplating my options during the brief seconds he stood there waiting for my response. "Yes, just a few minutes, ma'am," he added the "ma'am" unintentionally. It was evident that he was on the verge of breaking down, but I remained unaffected. "Go ahead," I said, diverting my eyes from the computer screen, intending to occupy those few minutes by browsing through one of my social media accounts. "Amber, it's unfortunate that we both ended up like this..."Suddenly, I burst into laughter upon seeing a post online. He paused, ass
Amber’s pov My heart starts racing once again. When something is done at a specific time and in a certain pattern, the human body becomes accustomed to it. Each time I dress up before leaving the house in the morning quickens my heartbeat. When will this end? The truth is, my husband is unhappy. From the bedroom where I'm getting ready, I can hear the running water in the kitchen sink and the clatter of dishes as my husband angrily washes them. In my upbringing, it was my father who woke up every day, dressed quickly, and rushed out of the house for work, leaving my mother behind. He was the one I knew as the primary provider for our family. However, since my husband's company was taken over by one of the wealthiest men in the country due to a significant debt, my husband stays at home and takes care of all the household chores. Despite my efforts, he refuses to join me in my small pharmaceutical company, which I inherited from my parents, or seek employment elsewhere. Every time
Amber’s pov Today marked thirty days since that encounter with the mysterious man in the hotel room. I had never met someone so empathetic before. When I confessed that what I was about to do was against my will, he responded with unwavering authority. "Who has forced you into this?" he asked.His question made me question his sincerity, but then it dawned on me that he must be one of Morgan's sons, acting on his behalf in this arrangement and he doesn’t know much about it. "If you hadn't pressured the person, I wouldn't be here," I replied. “Give me your phone number and go inside and get dressed, no woman should be subjected to such circumstances,” he replied. In response, I quickly provided him with a false number. Besides, what purpose would there be in keeping contact with him after today? As I emerged from the bathroom, fully clothed, I discovered that he had already left. Whenever I reflect on my encounter with that man, I find myself chuckling. I never anticipated