Amelia’s POVA playful glint lit up Blair's eyes. "Okay, okay, I confess," she said, leaning in conspiratorially. “So when the date started with James, I thought it would not last because he kept on picking up these frequent calls and was getting carried away with those calls, which were apparently from his work. I got pissed and told him off when the same thing kept happening even after we were done with our meal and about to order dessert. I was ready to leave, but he apologized profusely and explained. Apparently, his boss was engrossed in this huge PR scandal and it required a lot of attention. We eventually ended up going to his place after our dinner.”“Oooooh, you naughty girl,” I teased her while winking at her suggestively.She blushed and rolled her eyes. “Will you let me finish my story?” she huffed.I raised my hands up in surrender. “Fine, fine. I'll keep quiet.” I said as I drew a zipping motion across my lips. “But can we make breakfast first?” I asked. “I did not ha

Eddie’s POVThe ring was a platinum band set with a single, flawless diamond, and in that simplicity resided a universe of elegance and brilliance. The platinum band, cool and smooth to the touch, whispered of quiet strength and unwavering commitment. Its polished surface gleamed with a soft, silvery sheen, reflecting the light in a way that was both understated and luxurious. But it was the diamond that truly stole the show.This wasn't a gaudy, ostentatious display of size. It was a single stone, meticulously chosen for its flawless perfection. The cut, a classic round brilliant, maximized the diamond's inherent fire, transforming it into a tiny kaleidoscope of light. As you tilted the ring ever so slightly, the facets within seemed to catch the light and ignite a mesmerizing dance. It wasn't a cold, harsh sparkle, but a warm, inviting brilliance that seemed to emanate from within the stone itself. It was like a tiny sun, captured and contained, radiating a light that seemed to poss

Eddie's POVAs I pulled into the driveway, I noticed Jenna's car was still there. Great. Stepping out of the car, I took another deep breath, picturing Amelia's calm demeanor and her unwavering support. This wasn't going to break me. I was going to handle this.Reaching the front door, I unlocked it and pushed it open, bracing myself for the storm. The house was eerily quiet. "Jenna?" I called out, my voice surprisingly steady. "Are you here?"No answer. Just the faint sound of the television coming from the living room. I headed in that direction, my hand hovering near my phone, ready to call Amelia if things went south.As I entered the living room, I saw Jenna sprawled out on the couch, a half-eaten bag of chips resting on her lap and a glass of wine precariously balanced on the coffee table. She looked up with a start when she saw me, her eyes widening momentarily before a smirk played on her lips.The smirk – that was the first thing I noticed. It wasn't a genuine smile, not by a

Eddie's POV"Look, Jenna," I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "This changes things. But listen, crashing at my place with Amelia here isn't exactly ideal.""I know, I know," she interrupted, wiping away a stray tear. "I wouldn't ask if I didn't have my back against the wall. Maybe… maybe I could stay in the guest wing? Just until I get back on my feet. I can find a new agent, a new job…"The guest wing. It was a self-contained suite in my mansion, a comfortable space that had mostly sat unused since Chloe had gotten older. It could work… temporarily."The guest wing," I repeated slowly, considering the ramifications. "Look, I can't promise anything long-term, but for a little while… maybe. But there are ground rules."Her eyes lit up with a flicker of hope. "Ground rules? I can do ground rules, Eddie. Anything.""First," I said, holding up a finger, "no drama. No more arguments, no more fights. If things get out of hand, you're out. Second, you respect Amelia. She's part of our

Eddie’s POVTaking a deep breath, I launched into a hurried explanation. The story Jenna had concocted about a bad investment, and my reluctant agreement to let her stay. I left out the part about my suspicions of her motives, not wanting to give James more ammunition to question my judgment.James listened patiently, the only sound his occasional "uh-huh" or a low whistle. Finally, when I finished, a long silence stretched between us."You sure about this, Eddie?" James finally asked, his voice laced with concern."Honestly? No," I admitted, frustration creeping into my voice. "It feels like a bad idea, but I couldn't just leave her on the street."“Hmm..” His disapproval was quite clear from over the phone. I huffed in annoyance, knowing he was right."It wasn't that simple," I countered. "The bigger issue is Amelia. How am I supposed to explain this to her? We just… confessed our feelings for each other, and now I have to drop this bombshell on her?""Well, that changes things," Ja