Chapter 94 CHAPTER 100
Linc Pov::
The days have all blended into a mix of blissful moments stacked one after another, I wake up to Amelia's soft naked exquisite body wrapped tight around me on my bed in my master's bedroom and I watch her for a few minutes with bated breath, trying to see if the spell would get undone and I would snap back to reality. But it never did. It never does. She wakes up and give me a heart stopping smile and I go about the rest of the day with a permanent flutter in my chest.
I have been getting back to work. Gradually, from my home office. I am the boss but that doesn't mean I can completely clock out for weeks. That is not how you become a billionaire.
Amelia and I have fallen into a routine of sorts in our five days since we became an official couple. We eat breakfast together and talk about mundane things. Then I go to my study to get some work done, and she goes to the garden. She takes a book with her and spends her time there, learning from the gardener and also getting her hands dirty. She brought me a flower, a white lily the first day and I fucked her like a wild dog against the dinner table. My heart felt like it would explode with intense love at the thoughtful gesture.
We get lunch together again and then mostly have sex, which is followed by a nap. Then at dinner, we talk about the lazy day we have had. We take care to not breach the topic about our situation. It is not like we are stuck in the house, but I am too sceptical to let her out of my sight that it looks exactly like that.
I have men across not just the state but also the country, searching for Tyler. It is like the damn boy disappeared off the face of the earth. We have gone lengths tracking him, crossing lines and even going as far as attracting unnecessary attention. The very last thing I want.
I can't go back to normal, if such a thing even still exists for us, I can't just go about my life now knowing he is out there, ready to srike again at the slightest slip up. This time around, he might not take any chances. I literally get nauseous thinking about losing Amelia for a second time.
Our time spent together so far has revealed a layer to her that I didn't know before. I knew they existed within her but she was always so guided around me that I never truly got a glimpse. Now, she is open to me and it is the most beautiful thing ever. She is stunning, inside and out. She radiates so much light, I worry about going blind. I can't believe she could have gone through something as traumatic as getting kidnapped and she would still be able to function normally.
The very next day after our long night of relentless love making, I woke up to a panic attack. I thought about what she said about being persecuted for the relationship. And whilst I reassured her the night before, in the bright daylight of a new day, waking up to her soft young face nestled into my chest, her supple skin, the rosy cheeks, the impossibly soft skin that speaks loudly of youth, all that was in such sharp contrast to my more hardened middle aged skin and general outlook on life that I kind of snap to the truth of her concerns.
No matter how we want to spin this, it doesn't look good to the average outsider. It doesn't look good at all. I am twice her age. I am her late mother's husband, still married on paper, we never quite finalised the separation before Kathryn met her unfortunate end and then it was too late. I am Amelia's legal guardian.
I hate to say it or even think it, but it does look predatory. I would take the brunt of it too if it got out. My money, status, power and connections would only serve to worsen the optics of the relationship. I have a lot of corporate arch enemies that would rejoice at the slightest indication of scandal in my personal life, exploit it to the fullest so as to make my company's ratings drop. They go snooping occasionally. I do it too. It is nothing personal. It is just the underbelly of business. They are bound to sniff something out sooner or later.
But letting go of her, of us, it is out of the question. I can't even bring myself to consider it. It makes my chest fucking hurt. I have known happiness in the past five days like I have never known it and I want to hold onto it. I feel like a fifteen year old again, in love for the very first time. The magic of what we have hangs heavy in the air when she is around me.
When we go to bed at night, and she settles in my arms, I feel blissful. My chest expands and I fear I could get an heart attack from how much I feel for her. How deep it runs. I don't know when it started and it feels like it would never end. I don't want it to ever end.
For now, I wait. I enjoy the lazy days. I savour my unhurried time with her. I study her. I become attuned to her. I could predict when a smile would appear on her face and which part of her face would curve up. How her gorgeous blue eyes lit up. Amelia's beauty is ethereal, it catches me off guard every single time. I can't believe my luck most times.
And her body. Sex is great, but what feels better each day is how vulnerable she allows herself be with me. I find it the sexiest thing. I feel pride like a savage when I make her climax.
Currently, she walks down the stairs slowly. Dressed in a sheer small black dress that stops at her mid thigh. High heels. Shapely long legs. Golden hair done up. Dark eye makeup. Ears glittery with diamonds. Collarbone decked with pearls. She is a vison. I almost do not recognise her. She takes my breath away. How is she real and how is she mine? I feel like a lucky ogre in comparison.
I try to swallow and straighten up, but my throat is dry and blood is rushing everywhere but my head. I can't think of a word. She smiles ruefully as she walks up to me. I feel like a teenage boy taking his date to prom with her parents watching. All nervous and jittery.
It was my idea to doll up and go out for dinner tonight and it was a damn good idea, I don't know why I didn't suggest it sooner. She is stunning. I don't know if I still want to go out tonight.
"How are you real." I shudder, leaning sideways to kiss her lightly on the cheek. She blushes and leans into my arm.
"I don't know." She grins sweetly at me and my heart misses a beat.
"Come, let's get out of here before I change my mind." I say, meaning every bit of it.