Jenna's POVThe club was loud and deafening and for the first time in a while, I was bored and sick of it. I watched with a disdainful gaze as my castmates and other celebrities indulged in alcohol, drugs, men/women and strippers. We were celebrating the wrap-up of the shooting of my new movie, but I could not get my mind off of the bratty, smartass that I had met earlier in the day, the one that called herself my daughter's new cook… or was it, nanny? I was not even sure anymore. A male stripper danced close to me, his junk bouncing up and down right in front of me. He turned around, showing me his detectable ass, making me chuckle slightly. However, I did not play into his hands. I would have if I hadn't been in such a bad mood. And it's all that new nanny's fault. I thought to myself snarkily. The rhythmic bass throbbed around me, a dull counterpoint to the annoyance buzzing in my head. Every pulsating beat, every drunken shout, seemed to mock my growing discontent. Here I was, c

Amelia's POVAs Eddie's body covered mine, I could distinctly hear the faint sound of a phone ringing. I ignored it and pulled him closer to myself. He groaned low in his throat, whispering my name like a prayer as the fire between us burned hotter. The sound of the ringing phone grew louder and louder, until I could no longer ignore it. I tore my mouth from Eddie's, panting heavily. He continued kissing me, planting little kisses down my neck as I tried to look around for the ringing phone. "Eddie," I called out his name. Eddie's POV"Ignore it," I said to Amelia, hoping she would listen and not let the ringing phone distract us from what we had been doing. She giggled softly, making small attempts to push me away as she said, "I think it's your phone. It could be important. No one would call this late if it wasn't important."I groaned softly, knowing she was right, but at the same time, wanting to turn off my phone and chuck it into the garbage disposal. I pulled away from her

Eddie's POVI moved closer to Amelia, pinning her between my front and the countertop. She stiffened immediately, her shoulders nearly rising up to her as she tried to slip out from our hurdle, but I didn't let her. I wrapped my arms around her and rested my head on her shoulder. "Amelia…" I tried to speak, but she did not let me. "No, Eddie. Please do not say anything. This was all a mistake."My head rose up in shock and I stared at her hard, unflinching profile.What on earth is she talking about? Isn't she just mad that I had picked up Jenna's call and interrupted our time together? "What on earth are you talking about Amelia?" I asked her, bringing my confused thoughts to life. She heaved out a heavy, deep sigh even as she continued to stare unflinchingly at the wall opposite us as though her life depended on it. I waited for her response. "Please let me go," she eventually said softly. I stared at her in disbelief. "No, Amelia. What is going on? Why are you acting like thi

Amelia's POV"You did what?" Blaire yelled out in shock. It was two days after the kiss and everything that had happened later with Eddie. Blaire and I were in a small cafe not far from the hospital, catching up. Her outburst caused people in the cafe to look at us and we both smiled sheepishly. "Shhh…" I told her. She ignored my warning. "You made out with Eddie?!" She asked again, this time in a mock whisper that still managed to carry across the room. Her voice held a teasing edge, but beneath it, I knew she was genuinely surprised. After all, I had declared that I had no feelings for Eddie and could work for him without anything happening between us. Oh, how my lies have come back to bite me in the butt, I thought sardonically to myself. "Well," I stammered, feeling the heat rise further. "It wasn't exactly a planned make-out session, more like a...heat-of-the-moment kind of thing.""A heat-of-the-moment kind of thing with Eddie?" Blaire pressed, her smile widening. "Spill th

Jenna’s POVI hummed happily after telling Sarah to tip off the media that I would be getting back with Eddie. I left the room so that she could clean the mess I made and then I walked to my wine room, took my favorite wine. The door to the wine room shut with a soft thud, the click echoing slightly in the empty space. I hummed along to a tune only I could hear, a private melody celebrating my masterfully orchestrated plan. Sarah, would be sending the press release any minute now and I knew the media would do justice to the information.Curling myself onto the plush couch in the living room, I swirled the deep red wine in my glass, the anticipation sparkling brighter than the ruby liquid. Eddie's face filled my mind, the surprise, maybe even a hint of disbelief. I almost choked on my wine as I imagined how his reaction would be. The media would have a field day. The 'it' couple's dramatic reunion – it practically wrote itself.I wondered how Amelia would react if she saw the news as w