Amelia's POV
I'd gotten home and holed up in my room, pacing and cooking up the nastiest scenarios in my head.
Sure, even his father agreed that he was wanton.
Sure, there was enough evidence that he was every bit the reckless, undisciplined playboy, his excessive personality mere icing on the cake.
For God's sake, he slept with women who were old enough to be his mother and flashed his genitals at teenage girls.
You looked, Amelia.
And now I was going to be living with him in the same house. The house was big enough that if I played my cards well, I wouldn't have to see him at all, but we weren't talking three days, we were talking months.
Plus, we ate meals together in this house. My mother had begged and begged until I'd accepted the tradition.
As if summo
