CHAPTER 29—AMELIA POV

Today was the big day.

Today I was going to get Kings Corp.

After profits were continuing to drop for Xavier, the media attention around his loss was growing.

That's exactly what I wanted—everyone needed to know that I was going to buy Kings Corp.

Including Alexander Chopra.

Initially my plan was to buy it discreetly, but then someone as high profile as Chopra would never know about it.

Also, it was my last chance to embarrass Xavier, and he deserved that.

I get into a shimmering gold dress that stops at my knees and hugs me tightly, paired with black heels and purse.

Had to dress up for the occasion.

My feet ache within a few minutes of putting my heels on but it's worth it for the few inches it adds to my height.

I get into my car and drive to Xavier's office. The drive is impatiently long as I yearn to get to Kings Corp.

"Miss Davis," Xavier greeted me formally as I entered his office.

His office has been renovated since I've been there, the glass walls are now frosted making everything much more private, as well as now having a solid wall between him and his assistant.

"New office?" I rose an eyebrow. He smirked back before sitting down at his desk with me.

"Let's get right to it," he said, pulling a paper out from his drawer and placing it on the table.

I'm barely able to control my excitement as he signs his side of the contract. "This is a typical sign over contract—you're now in complete control of Kings Corp.," he said.

I take the pen out of his hands, the side of my fingers brushing against his. I swirl the ink across the paper, placing my signature in bold black ink.

"You just doubled my net worth, Mr King."

"My pleasure. You're officially the richest businessperson in New York—much more than Alexander Chopra," he said slyly.

His phone rings—it's his assistant. He tells Leroy about the contract and that he has officially signed away Kings Corp.

"Now get out of my office," I joked. He chuckled.

"I believe there's a swarm of paparazzi waiting for us outside," he said, glancing out his window at the growing crowd of reporters and cameras.

"Already?" I huffed.

"Well, you need enough media exposure to get Chopra to notice, right?"

I nod, he was right.

We walk out next to each other, his long legs let him walk slightly ahead of me and my heels weren't helping either.

As soon as the doorman opened the large glass double doors, an army of reporters swarmed around Xavier and me.

"Why are you doing business with your ex-husband?"

"Is this revenge for the divorce?"

"How much did you pay for Kings Corp.?"

"What does it feel like to be the richest woman?"

A fusillade of inappropriate questions bombard both me and Xavier. I roll my eyes in exhaustion at the questions.

When one of the reporters' mic was near me, I said, "I can confidently say Mr King has made the right decision by signing Kings Corp. to me."

Security guards rummage through the paparazzi and make way for me and Xavier to go through them.

After I made it back to my car, I saw Xavier walking back to his.

"You wanna join me?" I said, opening the door of my car.

"You just became the richest woman. I'm sure you want to go celebrate," he brushed me off.

"You just signed your company to me for free. The least I can do is invite you over for drinks," I suggested.

He eventually gives in and sits in the car with me. His face seems dull, but I understand it—he did lose his company even if it was only for a few days.

I drive over to my house, silently buzzing in excitement at all the new opportunities this was going to open for me.

When we arrive, we're both sat at my dinner table with a flute of champagne in our hand.

"Congratulations." He raises his flute and clinks it against mine.

"Seriously though, Xavier." I placed my hands over his. "Thank you so much. I can't even begin to tell you how much this is going to help me."

"You're a born businesswoman, Amelia. I knew that from day one," he assured me.

His lips look so kissable as he speaks, I can't help but stare.

I'm guessing he's got the same thing one his mind as he leans a tiny bit closer towards and I take it as an invitation to place my lips onto his.

His legs rub against mine, as he's sitting opposite me, and it's so uncomfortable. Taking initiative, I set myself on his lap, and his hands found their way to my lower back.

His face buries into the crook of my neck, kissing me from behind my ears down to my collar bones. He slowly sucks my skin, making my breath hitch.

I could already feel the hickeys that were going to come. I lift his chin up to put his lips onto mine, playfully pulling away to annoy him.

I rock my hips against his bulge, making him groan.

His abs rested on my shoulders. "Amelia, don't." His voice is low.

I stop immediately but don't get off him. "What's wrong?"

"I can't do this again," he said lowly, almost as if he didn't want to.

"Is everything okay?" I asked, surprising myself with my concern for him.

"I just—" He seemed like he was about to explain, but then he didn't. "I just need to go."

"Oh, ok." My voice dropped. I wanted him to stay.

"I'll see you soon," he said before leaving.

I was about to stop him, offering to drive but I see him pull out his phone and book a cab.

I knew something was on his mind that was making him uneasy, but I didn't want to push it. I decide to leave it and ask him whenever I see him next.

My phone rings, diverting my attention.

Alexander Chopra.

"Good afternoon, Mr Chopra. How can I help you?" I asked cheekily, knowing exactly why he was calling.

"Congratulations. You're the top businessperson now—above me."

"That was inevitable. What do you want?" I snapped. His fake happiness for me was irritating. I'd much rather him just tell me what he wanted.

"How about a partnership?"