Addicted to Amelia

CHAPTER 4 How Were You Able To Settle The Bills?

Amelia's POV

“Isn't it rather early in the day? I was still deliberating, as I kept looking at the message with mixed feelings.

What lies ahead for me? Although 12 months isn't too much though, I'll just have to cope with everything and everyone. I said consoling myself.

“Lia, are you fine?, I heard my mum say. I was surprised to see her awake. I went to visit her in the hospital earlier this morning. The surgery was a success, but she was still in the recovery room with Alexa.

“Mum! You're awake? Alexa and I echoed together with so much excitement evident in our voices. We hugged her, and tears of joy rolled down our cheeks.

“Mum, I've missed you so much, I was so scared that I wouldn't be able to meet up with the bills.” I said, and I could feel more tears roll down my cheek.

“Me too, mum. I was so scared, but I'm glad you're fine now. Alexa said, and I couldn't help but cry. My mum and sister mean everything to me.

“I'm fine now, you girls should stop crying already, you're making me want to tear up now,” my mum said, as she cleaned up the tears from our eyes.

“I love you both, she said, and kissed our foreheads.

I've really missed my mum, the lighthearted moments we spent together, staying without my mum just makes everything humdrum.

She has been our rock, and our sole support system since we were young. My father left my mum when I was just eight, and Alexa was just three. My mum took it upon herself to give us the best life, and trained us with so much love and care.

“Lia, how were you able to settle the bills? My mum asked, looking at me with so much pity, and my heart skipped hearing her question.

I'm not supposed to tell her the truth now, not in her condition.

“Actually, mum, a friend helped me with the money, which 50% of my salary will be deducted every month to pay back until I complete the money.” I said, and I was surprised at how I was so good at cooking up a lie.

“I'm sorry mum, I'll tell you the truth very soon, but not now. I said to myself.

Alexa looked at me, and I could tell she knew I was lying. She knows me very well, she knows when I'm bottling something up, she knows when I'm saying the truth. She's my blood after all.

“This friend of yours is so nice, I'd really love to meet him and express my gratitude to him. My mum said.

“There won't be any need for that mum, he's always busy at work. I said immediately, and let out a sigh.

“Oh, that's fine, but anytime you cross paths, tell him that I'm so grateful for his kindness. My mum said, and I was glad she didn't argue any further.

“Okay mum, I will. I'll be leaving now. My work will begin tomorrow. I'll be visiting you once in a while. Bye mum, Bye Alexa.” I said, and left the hospital.

Alexander's POV

In a well decorated space, with expensive paintings and arts that is worth millions of dollars, and equivalent to a king sized bedroom, was Alexander's office.

He was sitting on a high-backed executive-style chair with a sturdy, ergonomic design that was commanding authority and wealth. He faced his dark desk that was adorned with intricate carvings, and polished to a high shine as he went through Amelia's report.

His eyes narrowed on vital information, and a joyful glint flashed through his eyes.

“She grew up in Beverly Hills? I said, as my guesses about her were just proving to be right.

“I should have Mason get more reports about her, I don't mind getting my hopes up. After all she looks exactly like her.

Just as I was debating in my mind, I heard a slight knock on the door, and hummed for the person to come in.

I was expecting to see Mason, since I sent him on an errand, but I was surprised to see a blonde-looking lady with pale skin, and I mused on how she got into my office without anyone telling me about it, but I just had to be calm.

“Hi, Mr Walton, such a nice office you got here. she said with a seductive smile, and I was amazed at how unbothered she was walking around my office, with her tight leather gown that revealed her hips and thighs.

“And the paintings… she said, as she ran her hands through the paintings on the wall, and twisted her waist in a flirtatious manner. I couldn't help but smirk dangerously at the girl, only if she knew the trap she had entered.

“Should I be the one to ask you what you're doing here? I said, already getting pissed at her presence.

“Well… wouldn't it be nice if I had a nice time with Mr. President. She said, unzipping her gown, and revealing her puffy breast like it was going to bounce out of her clothes. She came closer, zipping her gown down more, and revealing her b**bs completely.

Only if she knew she was signing her death sentence.

“How bold are you being?," I said, clapping my hands, "you should have known better than anyone else.

“Ahhhh, let me g-o-ooo" she tried to scream as I held my grip around her neck.

“Who sent you? I asked her, still tightening my grip on her neck.

“No one.. Sent..me…” she said, struggling in my grip.

“Oh really? I think your corpse will be leaving my office in a few minutes.

Alexander Walton is not the type that gawks at women, inasmuch as he is a billionaire, he is a man of discerning taste and respect, and carries himself with dignity and integrity. He regards women with admiration and self-esteem, rather than objectifying gaze. He's always straightforward and blunt.

“I'll ask you for the last time, because it's in my nature to be patient. Who sent you?” I asked her for the last time, still maintaining my grip on her neck but tighter, then I noticed she was struggling to breathe and I freed her.

“It's…Se..an.. Wal. ton that sent me, she struggled to say while coughing out.

“That ill-mannered imp is messing up lately!" Get out of my office this instant!".