Chapter Two&Three: The Stranger

Amelia

“Shit, you didn't tell me.”

“I don't think I needed to,” I said to him, my face full of confusion.

“It was vital information.” He said.

“So what now? You've found out and?” I asked him and watched him get his pants. He didn't just want to ball out, not at this minute.

“I need to go.” He said, his shirt already half buttoned up ready to leave

“You can't just go, we haven't even started.”

“I can't touch you.”

“Why?”

“I don't f**k virgins—that's why.” He silently answered.

“Wow, so that's what this is all about.”

“Kindly see yourself out of the room alone Miss. I'm sorry for the misunderstanding.” He said and dashed out.

I can't believe that the one guy I thought I would get freaky with tonight f***king left in the middle of all of this. It's me on the bed, naked and looking like a complete fool.

*******

My phone blew up with notifications. I checked, sighing as I noticed the 27 missed calls from my best friend. I just had my nap and it wasn't a nap.

“What?!” I shouted into the phone, answering my best friend.

“You didn't see the news?!”

“What news?” I replied, wiping the sleep off my eyes.

“That you're engaged to Ramon!” she screamed.

“What the h**l? I'm not.”

“It's all over the news Mimi,” she called my name—a nickname she only calls me.

“It's all over the internet—it's right there, I swear.”

“S***t!” I scanned through the new gist on IG and they wouldn't shut up about it. I know this is my dad's doing. He did all of this.

“You didn't tell me you guys had something before.”

“That's because we didn't, my dad did all of this for his stupid company.”

“But it's all over the news now, and to Ramon Lawson!” my best friend shrieked with joy.

“Don't let this get out,” I warned.

“Girl—it's already out.” she laughs

“You know what I mean, don't go telling your family or start preparing for a wedding.”

“Well someone sounds grumpy today.” she teased.

“Cassie—” I called her name, warning her but more as a plea.

“You should go see if your fiancée wants something.” She said and giggled

“Shut up.”

“Well, figure out what you would do about this. We'll talk later.” The call ended swiftly. I needed to do something about all of this, calling it off will be of no use.

*********

“I know what you did.”

“Amelia darling, we should start preparation for the engagement ceremony.” My dad responded with a satisfied grin.

“I'm not getting married to anyone!”

“Oh, you're just a child. What do you know”

“I'm not Becca father, I'm not your toy or something to sell.” I spit back at him.

“Becca is comfortable in her husband's home.”

“Becca hates that marriage father! You don't see it, you don't see how frustrated your children are.”

“You will get married to Ramon Lawson and that's final.”

“F**k I'm not!”

“Amelia!” His voice resounded in the boardroom. I was this close to doing anything irrational—this close.

“You will get married to him, it will aid the growth of our company. It's the perfect marriage.”

“You just want to get rid of me, do I have to be the perfect daughter for you?”

“The board executives will soon arrive Amelia, I suggest you let the chauffeur drive you home.”

I was devastated. My father will sell me off, marry me off when he gets the slightest opportunity. Everything was about his darn company and not me. Everything has always been about his company, mom leaving didn't touch his heart but he was so engrossed in the status of his darn company that he didn't even—

“Amelia,” my dad said, snatching me out of my thoughts. “You can leave.” He finishes.

I walked out of the office, my tears at the brim of my eyes begging to drop. I needed to opt out of all this but I had to obey my father. The limo came to the front of the company and I slid into the vehicle. My phone pings with a notification of a message from Dad.

Control Freak: When you get home, dress up nicely. My friend will be coming today.

Me: Sure

Control Freak: Be nice Amelia.

Me: I'll dress up like a doll.

Control Freak: I'll come home soon.

******

I waited for my father. The table was all set and proper—courtesy of the maids. It was someone important coming to see Dad tonight, for decorations to be up at this time.

I heard their laughter from the dining room, I walked to the meeting room, my eyes glued to my phone screen.

“Amelia.” my father brought my attention to him and his visitor.

No way!

“This is my best friend, Vance,” Dad said.

I was dumbstruck. The same man I had a one-night stand with was my father's best friend! The same man who was hands deep into my folds the night before was my father's best friend!

I stood in shock, looking at him as he gave no reaction at all.

“Oh—

“Hello Amelia, you look—grown up.” The man said.

*********

Chapter Three: My Bestfriend's Daughter

Evans

She was so grown. My best friend didn't tell me his baby girl was a woman now. I saw her grow up to 3 years before I left the country.

Damn.

She looked all grown up now. When my best friend introduced her to me, I was expecting a teenager but this was someone with the right curves at the right places. I had a feeling I knew her from somewhere when I booked a room with her last night. She was so sexy—except for the part where she was a virgin, I would have buried myself deep into her.

“Hello Amelia, you look—grown up.” was the only thing that could come out of my mouth. I was starting to rethink spending a night here was a wrong idea.

“Ahh, she wouldn't remember right now she was so little.” My best friend said,

“Welcome,” Her words rolled out of her tongue softly, making the twitch in my pants. “The food is served,” she said, directing us to the dining room.

“This is my friend, Vance. We've been old pals.” Barry said.

“I didn't know my dad had a… young friend.” She said looking at me with cutlery in her hand.

“Well, Vance is not young. He just looks younger than his age.”

“I'm youthful,” I responded.

My eyes couldn't get off of her, the way she ate and watched me. I had one chance to talk to her when Barry left the room.

“I take it you are not a teen anymore,” I said.

“Do I look like one?”

“You're not so quite—womanly”

“Well, you wouldn't see a teen in a club that strict, would you?” she asked with a raise of her brow.

“Look, I suggest we don't bring that up here.”

“Don't bring up what? Oh—how your fingers were deep inside of me last night,” she said, her eyes filled with mischief and seduction.

“You're old enough to know we can't say what happened last night.”

“I'm old enough to decide what to keep to myself.”

“Don't blame me if I think you would blurt at every given chance. I don't want your father to know.”

She rolls her eyes “I'm not a blabbermouth. Rest assured I don't want people to know Grandpa almost f***ked me last night.”

She had a sharp mouth. But I knew her type, she was daddy's little girl. She didn't know what she meant to say or not. It was annoying as hell. But I don't want Barry to find out about our night together, this is just to play it safe.

“You should eat, courtesy of us,” she said, grinning ear to ear.

My thoughts were interrupted when Barry came back in with photo albums of us growing up and eventually graduating. It's been years since I saw my friend. I left the city to focus on my business after my divorce from Gloria. I needed balance.

Now I'm back in New York to see my old friend and for his daughter's engagement.

“How long will you stay here?” Barry said to me, patting my back in a brotherly way.

“I intended to stay for the night.”

“I won't agree to that, Amelia's engagement ceremony is coming up.”

“Well hearty congratulations to her.”

“No man, you need to be here—at least for the preparations.” He said. I had work piled up on the desk in my office.

****

Amelia was an angel, coated in her skin. I watched her complain about every single thing and although I knew it was wrong to do that—my eyes couldn't resist watching my best friend's daughter. Her room was a little bit below mine so I had a clear view of her window from up here.

She was on her phone, probably ranting to someone about her day—she looked angry but then everything changed when she started pulling off her clothes in front of the window—she was bare.

I gulped in an attempt to look the other way when our eyes met.

Shit…

I quickly closed the curtains of my window, but it was short-lived when I heard a bang on my room door. I knew it had to be her, I walked slowly praying she would leave in no time. I was not in the mood to answer a little girl.

I swing the door open and I see an angry Amelia, so angry you could see the fumes excreting from her ears.

“What did you just do?!” she screamed.

“Shit, it's midnight,” I said, dragging her into the room. If she shouts, she wakes the whole house and I can't risk that.

“You pervert! How dare you watch me…omg!”

“I didn't.”

“You liar! I just saw you, through my window. You pervert!’

“Your window just happened to be open when I was in my thoughts.”

“You were watching me. I just saw you watch me undress.”

“Well, you still have the same clothes on.”

“Ewww, you are a p***v” Her nose scrunched up in disgust.

“Amelia, if you keep it down, you will wake the whole house,” I warn

“I don't care if I wake the whole house, you were watching me undress—I saw it.”

“I don't have time for this—” I get interrupted when her phone rings and the loud knock on the door comes right after…