Chapter Six: Torn Between Truth and Temptation
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Amelia hadn’t expected to see him again so soon, but life had a way of playing cruel games. She only wanted a cup of tea and a moment of peace at her favorite café. Instead, she walked in and saw Nathaniel seated by the window, his tall figure draped in a dark suit, his eyes glued to his phone, expression unreadable as always.
Her heart skipped a beat, not out of joy but confusion. After what she saw at the bookstore (the beautiful woman laughing beside him), fingers lightly touching his arm like she owned him. She’d promised herself she wouldn’t let him get to her anymore. But here she was, standing frozen, staring at him across the room, her pulse racing like she’d been caught in a storm.
Before she could talk herself out of it, she walked over and stood by his table. He looked up and blinked, clearly surprised.
“Amelia,” he said calmly.
She didn’t wait for an invitation. She sat across from him and folded her arms. “Did you plan that?”
Nathaniel raised a brow. “Plan what?” looking saint
“The woman. The bookstore. Everything.”
“No,” he said smoothly, almost too smoothly. “I didn’t know you’d be there.”
She narrowed her eyes. “So you just happened to be there with a model-looking woman at the place I told you I loved?”
He said nothing for a second, then leaned forward. “You look like you're upset.”
“Of course I am,” she snapped. “Do you think I’m stupid?”
“No,” he said gently. “I think you care. That’s different.”
Amelia looked away, her jaw tight. “You barely know me, Nathaniel. We had dinner once. Talked twice. And now you’re playing games with me like I’m another item on your expensive to-do list.”
“I’m not playing games with you.”
She scoffed. “You expect me to believe that?”
“I expect you to believe what you feel,” he said softly. “I’m not here to convince you of anything.”
She stood up, pushing the chair back a little. “You know what I feel? Confused. Angry. And maybe a little bit hurt. Which is stupid, because I barely know you too. But I saw something in you that night. Something different. Now I don’t know what to believe.”
Nathaniel looked up at her, his eyes stormy and unreadable. “Then give me a chance to show you the truth.”
Amelia shook her head slowly. “I’m not a puzzle you get to play with when you’re bored.”
He stood too, towering over her, but not in a threatening way. “And I’m not a man who opens up easily. But I’m trying. For you.”
She blinked, thrown off by the sudden sincerity in his voice. Her heart wavered again, but she quickly masked it with a sharp exhale and turned away.
“I need time,” she said. “And space to think.”
He nodded. “Take all the time you need. Just don’t shut the door completely.”
As she walked away, her emotions battled within her. He was mysterious, charming, and dangerously unpredictable. But beneath it all, she felt something she couldn’t explain a pull. And that terrified her more than anything else.
Later that evening, Nathaniel sat alone in his penthouse, the lights dim, the air cold. He stared at the city skyline, a glass of whiskey in his hand, but his mind was elsewhere. On her. On the way her eyes darkened with anger, then flickered with something softer before she left.
He knew he was losing her.
And just as he closed his eyes to think, his phone buzzed.
A name flashed on the screen, and it was a name from his past. One that made his blood run cold.
The woman who once destroyed his heart.
She was back.
And worse, she was in town.
He clenched his jaw as he read the message.
"I saw you with her. Hope you’re not forgetting who really owns you." He reed the message angrily.
His fingers curled tightly around the phone. Amelia didn’t know anything about that chapter of his life. And if she found out now, she mi
ght never give him another chance.
Will she give him another chance?
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