Chapter5
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Amelia put a key in her door lock, feelings mixed between joy at being recognized and bitterness at the discovery of Robin cheating on her with her former best friend.
She pushed open the door only to shriek and nearly fall on her back at the sight before. She was stopped from falling by Robin, who caught her and pulled her to him, hugging her.
“What are you doing in my house?!”, she panted, not expecting to see her ex-boyfriend anymore after the stint he had pulled the other day.
“I came to apologize, Amelia. I don’t know what came over me”, he pleaded, holding her tightly.
Amelia felt tears of betrayal begin to build up from behind her eyes, giving her a slight headache.
“I don’t know what came over you too, but we’re over. And hand me my keys”, she said, trying her hardest to keep those tears at bay, because if they dropped, he would think he won.
“Amelia don’t be like this, you’re my kind little flower, don’t push me away for one silly mistake”, he said into her shoulder, like she was the one being unreasonable.
“How would you feel if I slept with Devon?”
His hands tightened painfully around her shoulders.
“You see? That’s how it felt for me!”, the tears had begun to fall. Amelia hoped he couldn’t feel it through his clothes. “Let go of me!”
“Amelia it’s different, I’m a man, it’s not possible for me to just stick to one woman”, he said softly, like he was scared of spooking her.
“I want someone that’ll stick to only me. Let me go and get out of my house”, Amelia said, struggling out of his tight grasp.
Robin’s grip loosened just enough for Amelia to slip free. She stepped back, putting some space between them, and felt the tears spill out in full force now.
“Amelia, please. I messed up by going for Xana, but I swear I can change. We can work through this,” he said, his voice soft, almost pleading.
She shook her head, wiping her eyes. “No. You don’t get to decide how this ends. You had your chance. It’s over.”
He opened his mouth to speak again, but she cut him off, her voice sharp. “I don’t want to hear any more excuses.”
He took a step closer, but she held up a hand, her palm facing him. “Stay. Away.”
Robin froze. She could see emotions swirling in his eyes but she couldn’t see a trace of regret in them.
“Amelia, my flo-“
“I’m not your kind little flower, Robin. Not anymore.”
“Shut up and listen to me Amelia! We’ve been together for this long, you really want to throw it away because of a minor mistake?”, he asked, ignoring her hand and stepping closer anyway.
Amelia did not like how unsafe she felt at that moment so she took a step back. “You need to be with a woman that would understand your need to be with other women, not me!”
“Fine! I’ve always known you were problematic! I’ll find someone better, that's for sure!”, Robin said furiously, slamming the door shut and finally leaving her house.
Amelia needed to change her locks. Right after she managed to cry properly.
The next morning, Amelia trudged into work, dragging herself through the motions like a zombie. The office felt colder today, or maybe it was just her. Her mind was still a mess from last night, but there was no time to dwell. Not in front of Jefferson Danvers.
She passed her desk and headed straight to the elevator. The ride up was silent. She couldn’t shake the memory of their last encounter. The way his eyes lingered. The way he’d seen her.
Despite sending Robin out of her life permanently only yesterday, thoughts of Jefferson were plaguing her mind.
The elevator doors opened, and there was Camille, glued to her tablet as usual. “He’s expecting you,” she said without looking up.
Amelia muttered a thanks and headed for the CEO’s office.
She knocked, opened the door, and there he was. Jefferson sat behind that absurdly expensive desk, another suit, this one navy blue, tailored perfectly to his frame. He looked up, his gaze immediately sharpening.
“Amelia,” he said, his voice smooth. Too smooth.
“Good morning Sir,” she replied, sitting down before he had a chance to invite her.
His eyes never left hers. He wasn’t smiling, not quite, but the intensity in his gaze made her feel like he could see straight through her.
She wondered if this would happen everytime the two of them met.
“I hadn’t even told you to have a seat yet”, he said, his voice sounding amused. Amelia gasped and moved to stand up when he shook his head and motioned for her to sit back down.
“I was teasing you, Amelia”
Amelia suppressed the shiver in her spine at his voice. She had never heard her name sound so smooth and seductive.
Slowly, she eased into the chair, her fingers tapping a nervous rhythm on the armrest. She knew he noticed. Jefferson was the kind of man who knew how to make silence feel like a pressure you couldn’t escape from.
“I trust you’ve been… handling things,” he said, leaning back in his chair, his eyes still fixed on her.
“I’m managing, I won’t let you down sir.” she said, her voice stiff, betraying none of the uncertainty that was crawling up her spine.
There was a pause. His gaze dropped momentarily, flicking to the papers stacked neatly in front of him, but it didn’t matter that he wasn’t staring at her anymore. The tension was still there, thick and palpable, hanging in the space between them.
He folded his hands in front of him, never looking away. “I trust personal matters would not be a hurdle to you doing good on this project?” His tone was light, but the way he said it made her feel like he was interrogating her.
Her stomach tightened. She could feel her pulse quicken, and the knot forming in her chest.
“Everything’s fine, nothing can affect my work” she replied, but even she didn’t believe it. Jefferson didn’t seem convinced either. His eyes narrowed, and there it was again, that unsettling feeling that he could see through her, that he knew exactly what she was hiding.
“Good,” he said, finally breaking the tension with that smooth voice of his. “Let’s talk business then.”
Amelia’s heart skipped a beat and she barely resisted the urge to place her hand on her chest.
Was she…was she developing feelings for her boss?
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