Melissa closed her eyes as the hot shower pelted down on her back. Her mind was to clean between two places, the voice on the phone from last night, and the photo of NS plastered on the news announcing the Singapore expansion. She let out a small sigh as she pushed her hair to the back, her eyes slowly opening. Everything her self-preservation instinct and just her general distrust of people kicked in, she remembered the Singapore expansion and how Amelia's name was now spoken in places she had only dreamed of.And that was why she was here at the very first ray of sun, preparing to go and see if there was any genuine trace to the man or woman who had so confidently told her they had carved a path for her.Would the path lead to Coulter? To the sort of money that NS now had? She didn't mind either, to be honest. So, for today, every thought of rationality took a back seat.She dressed slowly, her eyes darting towards her pgone occasionally. There was only a simple plate number and t

Coulter had changed into a comfortable pair of black loose pants and a white loose shirt, his hair a little damp like he had just come out of his own shower too.He was standing by the large flower vase in the sitting room, his hands tucked into his pockets, his eyes thin as he watched nothing in particular. The tablet was completely gone now, almost like he didn't want the trace of it anywhere close to Amelia.And maybe he didn't. His world may be all diamonds and super cars, but it was also enemies and conspiracies that a heart like Amelia's might not be able to take. Or maybe it could, and with the video he had seen of her mother, he just wanted to make sure she didn't have to.The small ding sound of the elevator caused him to turn back, just as the doors opened and Amelia stepped out.With no clothes in the massive walk in closet for a woman, she had changed into one of Coulter's white button down shirt that rested a little below her thighs, her hair let loose down in a slightly

Coulter led the way down the long hallway to a large aquarium. It filled an entire room space and held more than Amelia had ever seen.A small gasp escaped her lips as she took in the water body. It was massive, larger than she thought it would be. The lights overhead were dim, and the water sported more than just fancy fishes, also flowers, plants, and so many other things."You can touch it," Coulter said, gesturing her forward. His smile was small, and it was evident how long he had waited to have her be in his space with him. Amelia walked forward and gently placed her hand on the glass. "I come here when I need to think. It's pretty distracting.""It's beautiful," she said, running her hand over the smooth glass. Coulter watched her fondly till she slowly backed away. "All the time you were at the penthouse with me, making me breakfast and helping me fall asleep... did you miss it here?"Coulter gave a small shrug. "I have lived here all my life. Maybe I missed it a little, b

The private tour had ended in the massive glass room. It was the perfect time. The sun was overhead, the trees around the room were blocking the brighter rays, and it liked like they were cocooned inside something that came straight out of a painting.Amelia looked around, a small smile on her lips as she took in the aesthetics inside the room. Large, potted flowers, a smaller aquarium, a small pet cage, thick fluffy rug."This is like a dream," she laughed, turning to Coulter.He gave a small smile. "You can take this room if you want."She laughed. "You mean... we?"Coulter gave a small shrug, his lips parting in a small smile.The minutes passed in a haze, and they ended up in the room for dinner. It was even more stunning at night, with the stars overhead and the night sky seeming to envelope the entire space.Amelia adjusted as Coulter reached for his tablet, a small, amused smile lifting his lips. Amelia pulled closer, her voice low."Coulter."He immediately dropped the tablet

"I was sixteen," Amelia said, her voice low as she nuzzled closer into Coulter, like she was ashamed of what he could say. He kept his gaze steady, never leaving her face. She drew in a shaky breath, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as if it were the only thing anchoring her. "It started earlier than that, really. But sixteen... that was when it got worse. My mother... she wasn't always like that. Or maybe she was, and I just wanted to believe the fairy tale. She married my stepfather when I was twelve, and everything changed. He was this big, loud man with a temper that could fill a room. At first, he was just yelling. Then, the yelling turned into slaps. My mother never stopped him. She would stand there, watching, sometimes even joining in if she thought I had disrespected him." Amelia looked up to Coulter, like she was looking for a sign that he was disgusted or turned off. He simply jeldd her tighter, the stars twinling above them in the dimly lit glass room.