Chapter 61 CHAPTER 061
"Uh, I have to drop into the office real quick." I say and take a sip of my coffee. Black, unsweetened. Exactly how I like it.
"Is something wrong?"
"Uh. No. I just have to handle something important real quick. I will be right back. Don't leave the house. I will tell Creed at the gate not to let anyone in without verifying with you or me." I take more sips of the coffee to wake me up and clear out my head. I avoid her searching eyes. I hate lying to her. I will tell her when I get back. After we hear from Tyler. After. After.
"You should tell me if there is something wrong, Linc. You look panicked, I have never known you to panic." Amelia doesn't move away from me. She takes a small step forward, closing the distance between us. But our bodies don't touch. It is like she knows that is the line we can't help but cross. Once our bodies make contact, there is no going back.
"I will tell you once I have it under control." I say, taking a step back. I hate how her face falls.
"If Tyler calls, follow the plan and call me immediately. Okay?" She doesn't look like she is listening to me anymore, so I grab her shoulders, forcing her to look me in the eyes, "Okay? Amelia? Don't do anything outside of what we talked about. I will be back as soon as I can."
"Okay." Her voice is low as she steps away from me. She turns around to flip the eggs, and I feel like shit as I walk out of the kitchen.
I will tell her. Once we deal with Tyler first. Hopefully, she doesn't find out on her own. That would really fuck things up for me.
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Amelia POV:
The eggs taste like sandpaper in my mouth. I didn't like that Linc hurried off without telling me why. I had foolishly hoped to keep up the illusion of us acting like a couple before Tyler calls and inevitably ruins the facade. I had wanted to make breakfast for him, eat together, talk about random things and just enjoy the little time we have together before chaos starts. Maybe even have sex in the shower. I ache for him. I always will.
After the night we had, it is crazy to think about sex first thing in the morning again, but that was what I did and I don't feel bad about it. This is what Linc has turned me into. A sensual woman who wants and thinks and have sex with as much fervour as necessary. I feel changed. But not really, I have always been like this. I just needed the right man to bring it out of me. And that man was Linc. My late mom's ex husband. That sounds so fucked up but it is my life and I am working at accepting it.
I try to fork the eggs into my mouth, to shut out my nerves, the creeping anxiety taking over my senses, but then I look down at my shaky hands and I can't pretend anymore. The house is too quiet. Too huge. Too bright. It reminds me of when I first moved in. I felt suffocated with my mother breathing down my neck, demanding me to be a normal eighteen year old, whatever she meant by that.
I shove the plate into the sink and leave the kitchen. I need my phone. I need a distraction. I didn't bring a book when I was packing in a hurry yesterday. Though Linc has a library in the house, but I don't feel up to looking for something to read. The mansion also has a home cinema and gym and pool and a lot of other things to occupy a bored person, but I am not bored. I am losing my mind slowly with the tension and anticipation of waiting for Tyler to realise I am not going to fulfil his demands.
I need my phone with me so when Tyler calls, I can answer. I don't look forward to that.
I find it in Linc's bedroom, under my discarded dress from last night.
Standing in the room with a clear mind makes me realise I didn't have the time to appreciate the luxury of his master bedroom. It is quite simple but in the way that clearly shows that money went into its planning. The interior decor goes from gray to white and then black accents. High ceilings give it an airy feel. Makes it appear big. And his bed. That bed. I look at the scattered pillows, the rough beddings and flashbacks of us from last night floods my mind, making me blush. I don't recognise that wild girl but I love and appreciate her.
My phone lits up in my hand as soon as I push the power button to wake it up. I have some missed calls from Ashley but before I can call her back, notifications from my social media starts rolling in since the WiFi is automatically connected.
That is weird. My social media presence is mediocre at best. I rarely use Instagram. And I scroll through Twitter just to pass time. I don't have a combined following of up to a hundred on both apps. I use messenger and WhatsApp for college related stuff. And even that is sending me notifications of messages coming in.
Getting this much notifications come in out of nowhere is definitely surprising. My heart rate skyrockets when I realise that there is only one reason for this. I can't think up of anything beside his cold eyes snarling down at me when he told me to better do what he asks or I will be sorry. Tyler.