LOGINAmy’s P.O.VWhoosh... Click! The glass conference room door swung open, and I stepped back out into the main penthouse office of Hampton Capital, standing tall beside Stanley. Chris Hampton was leaning against the edge of his mahogany desk, arms crossed, a smug and expectant smirk playing on his handsome face. He was clearly assuming that Stanley’s typical "guardian dominance" had failed to move me. His smile instantly died the moment my eyes locked onto his."Cancel the penthouse lease, Chris," I said, my voice clear, steady, and ringing with certainty.Chris blinked, his posture stiffening. "What?""I am only backing down on the apartment request," I continued smoothly, executing the calculated compromise Stanley and I had just mapped out in the glass room. "I am a woman of my word. Our contract stands. I will officially join your legal acquisition team starting Monday morning at eight. But I am returning to the Pearson estate by my own choice. I will be staying there."Chris comp
Stanley’s P.O.VThe violent, suffocating panic that slammed into my chest the moment my phone lit up at the boardroom table with a message about Amy leaving was unlike anything I had ever experienced.I didn't give a damn about the multi-billion-dollar merger contract Hector had just slid across the table. I didn't care about the board members staring daggers at me, or the threat of losing my CEO seat. My entire world narrowed down to the single, terrifying text sent by my estate housekeeper.Amy was gone.My innocent, brilliant, and stubborn ward, the woman whose soft lips I had devoured in a moment of raw desire hours ago, had broken my direct lockdown and run out. Unprotected. Vulnerable. Out on an active criminal bail bond that the courts would revoke the second they realized she had fled my territory.Without a single word of explanation, I violently pushed my leather chair back, stood up, and walked straight out of the boardroom, leaving a stunned, shouting Hector behind.I didn
Amy’s P.O.VStomp Stomp StompThe hot concrete burned through the soles of my shoes, but I didn't care. I kept my head down, my face hidden under the face cap I was wearing. My canvas bag cut hard into my shoulder as I walked quickly down the crowded sidewalk.My head was still throbbing with a dull, heavy ache from the concussion, and the hot sun striking me didn’t help.. My blood was boiling. I was completely furious, confused, and deeply humiliated.Why did he look at me like a beast in front of Quinn, but devour me like a starved man when we were alone?I could still feel his lips on mine and the residual spark effect it had on me. I wanted more, but not at the expense of my dignity. I refused to sit in his mansion like an obedient dog while he prepared to marry my bully. I was not going to let him claim to be guardian just so he could control me.“I’m sorry dad,” I mustered, “I will have to disobey your orders this time around.”I rarely slept last night and by first light, I wa
Stanley’s P.O.VI stood still in the middle of the big master suite, my fingers tightening the knot of my tie as I stared at my reflection. The mirror in my bedroom reflected a strong, immovable man but was I really that man?I didn't sleep well last night. Every time I closed my eyes, my mind became a chaotic warzone, haunted by the devastating memory of the hospital kiss. I could still feel Amy’s soft lips against mine, still taste the salt of her tears mixed with the smudged red cherry lipstick that had entirely demolished my self-control.I broke my rule. I lost control.Growing up as a Pearson, my father always talked about the importance of having control as a man. And here I was, losing it. With my empire and with my emotions. Still couldn’t help it. I turned away from the mirror and walked over to the window, my eyes narrowing as I looked down toward the ground floor where her bedroom lay. Usually by this time, she’d be out serenading the house with her sonorous voice. But no
Stanley’s P.O.VThe taste of her was a sweet, devastating ruin.My lips were crushed hard against hers, drinking in the salt of her tears and the smudged red cherry lipstick that had been torturing my sanity all day. My palms were clamped to her jaw, holding her face in place. Her delicate wrists pinned firmly against my chest. I pulled her closer, one hand slipping to her wrist. She threw her hand around my neck as the kissing deepens. Every single desire and sexual urge I had been pushing down since I saw Amy that night in the bar, a year ago, clawed its way to the surface and exploded into reality. I was devouring her like a starved man, my heart racing and pulse spiking. I shouldn't be touching her. I am breaking my vow to her father. I knew it was wrong but I couldn’t bring myself to stop.My mind shifted to hours ago. Back at the mansion foyer she had looked heart broken and it had hurt me seeing like that but I couldn’t do anything. I had to maintain my performance and sell
Amy’s P.O.VUghhhhI blinked weakly, groaning as a sharp, throbbing ache flared across my temples. The whole space was white.Wait, am I in heaven? I thought. Then the sterile smell of antiseptic hit me hard in my nose, and the steady, rhythmic beep-beep of a heart monitor echoed in my ears. I looked down at my body. I was lying in a hospital bed, a thick blanket pulled up to my chest.I struggled to gather my memory. Where was I? How did I get here? Why does it seem like I can’t move? But my mind was empty.Then I heard a voice."It’s your fault. You threw her to the police and let her wander into the night on her even though you knew she had no place to go. The least you could have done was appreciate her. Little wonder she is happier when she is with me."The voice was intense, furious and… Chris?I turned my head slightly to where the voice was coming from, my vision slowly clearing behind my lenses.Chris Hampton was standing on one side of my bed still wearing his custom tuxed
Amy’s P.O.VYikes!Guess how I was spending my Saturday afternoon?Not studying… Not out with real friends… Not even in bed imagining a fictional world where Ley and I were lovers, which FYI, would have been a more productive use of my time than what I was currently doing."Oh, it is simply stunnin
Amy’s P.O.VWhoa…Whoa… Slow down Missy.Quinn hasn't stopped blabbing since she asked me to be her maid of honor. Scratch that, since she ‘told’ me to be her maid of honor. “I really do need someone who is efficient. Someone who can hold my heavy train while I walk down the aisle to become Mrs. P
Amy’s P.O.VOh Damn!For one beautiful, terrifying second, the entire universe shrank to the heat radiating off Ley's bare chest. My eyelashes brushed against the inner rims of my glasses as I tilted my face up, my lips parted, completely ready to throw my entire future into the fire for a single t
Amy’s P.O.VPhew!Yep, that was the sound of me after successfully moving my ten pound suitcase into my childhood home. A.k.a - my parent’s home. At twenty-one, entering my final year of college, my life should have been mapped out for success. I was supposed to be focusing on final exams, project







