Chapter 20 CHAPTER 020
She brings a trembling hand to her lips, and I can't help myself; I get out of my chair again, walking up to her so I can hold her against my chest. She leans into me, and my heart soars as her softness melts into me.
"Oh my God. I didn't know. I am so sorry." She whimpers into my chest, my hand around her waist tightening. I don't want her pity. I have long gotten over Kathryn.
"You have nothing to apologize for, Amelia," I whisper into her hair, I can't resist it, so I press a kiss to her forehead.
"But...but..."
"Shh..."
I cover her mouth with mine. It is the only thing to do. Her body is flushed against mine, and her scent is invading my senses. Against my better judgment of letting her go and nipping whatever this strong pull between us is, I kiss her.
She responds to me immediately, and I lose all train of thought. I have missed her. Fucking hell.
Amelia's soft lips move against mine with a gentleness that threatens to bring me to my knees. She brings her arms over my neck, inching up on her toes to kiss me even deeper. I hear my blood gushing in my ear as the telltale signs of my cock getting aroused.
I bring a hand to pull her neck back for better access to her mouth, and she moans into my mouth. I lose all sense of fucking control as the kiss goes from gentle to hard, reckless, and hungry. Fuck. I would never get enough of her. It was insane of me to think I could just let her go when every single part of me wants her, needs her like a drug.
But it is the honorable thing to do. She can't get over the fact that I was married to her mother. She has a strong sense of conviction. I can't have her when her guilt and doubt are in the way.
I have to let her go. It would be the hardest fucking thing I have ever had to do, but damn, Amelia swirls her tongue against mine, and again, I lose my train of thought, growling deep in my throat as waves of pleasure nearly sweep me off my feet.
I suck on her lithe tongue, and she whimpers, crushing her full breasts against my chest. I know she can feel my thundering heartbeat, but I don't care. I kiss her like my life depends on it.
Amelia's hand slips in between us, and she strokes my bulge; I tear my mouth away from hers immediately. We have gone too far, again. If I continue like this, I wouldn't be able to stop. I have to let her go. Now.
Her eyes flutter open as I pull away from her. Fuck, those eyes. How am I supposed to be reasonable when she looks at me like that?
"Amelia," I say, panting. She takes my breath away too easily. I am fucked if she ever realizes how much control she has over me.
She reaches for me, but I move away, "It is the pity you feel for me. I don't want your body as a collateral for your mother. Don't do that, Amelia. You mean way more." I say, and the hurt that flashes over her eyes tears at me, but I walk further away from her till I am behind my desk.
"Why do you keep assuming you know my feelings better than I do?" She asks, watching me with those doe-like eyes that chip away at my resolve.
"Because I do." I say, simply. I refuse to think more about it.
"You know fucking nothing, Linc." Her hurt voice whips at me like a lash, but I have made up my mind.
"Peter will pick you up after work. The apartment is fully furnished; he has your luggage already in the car. I hope you like it." I say as I take my seat, signaling the conversation is over. But also to hide my fucking erection. I can't control my cock when it comes to her, and it is a vulnerability I am not used to.
"You know what, fuck you, Linc." Amelia says, her eyes blazing icy fury as she takes a step back, her middle finger raised at me. She slams the door, and I watch the closed door for a long time, wondering if I really did the right thing.
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Amelia's POV:
I am so fucking angry, it makes me irritable. I am on my way to the new apartment Linc got for me with his chauffeur, Peter, and I have been glaring at the poor man for no reason all throughout the car ride. Fortunately for him, the ride took barely ten minutes.
Linc had gotten me a nice space in an apartment complex.
Everything smells like luxury. This is the kind of apartment complex that celebrities live in.
My new apartment is a two-bedroom modern space with high windows and minimalist interior decorations. Greys and whites. The kitchen is spacious, adjoining from the living room.
Peter drops my bag and, with a nod of his head, he is gone. I drop to the couch, suddenly feeling very exhausted.
I can't believe my mother really cheated on Linc. There was no way I would have known anyway; we didn't talk much those days, and even when we did, we definitely didn't talk about her love life.
It was always so messy and chaotic. After Dad died, it was like Mom didn't want to be alone with herself. She dated a lot, but it was always consequently.
Immediately she broke up with one man, she was on the arms of another the next day. Never at the same time.
The fact that I am only hearing about this Parisian artist who played her now from Linc just goes to show that we weren't really close.
At least I am able to understand Linc's ease with messing around with me. He didn't feel as guilty as I did because they weren't together anymore before she died.