Too Much To Bear My Love

It would be a lie if Amelia said she wasn’t moved. They weren’t biological sisters, but their close relationship was one even money couldn’t replace.

After having their brunch, Amelia stayed at Tiffany’s until the sun had set before returning to the condo she shared with Oscar in the city.

She assumed Oscar was still out entertaining his clients, yet the lights were on when she pushed open the door. Oscar was sitting on the couch with an ankle over his knee, swirling the wine glass in his hand refinedly. All she received was a faint, indifferent look when she entered.

Amelia reacted quickly, putting on the smile she frequently used to deal with the man in front of her. “Mr. Clinton, didn’t you say you have a business dinner tonight?” She bent to switch her footwear into her home slippers.

“Where were you? Why are you back so late?” Oscar questioned.

Amelia headed toward him, plopping down right on his lap. With her arms around his neck, she deliberately sniffed him and grinned. “You’re back early. Did you miss me?”

circled his arm around her waist and placed his glass on the table, darting a profound gaze at

iciness still reflected in her eyes. “You’re so generous. The allowance you give me is more than sufficient to pay for

lifted and stroked her chin with his thumb. “I’ll never let

snuggled into his embrace, sniffing him like a puppy. “Did

her wandering hands, he

of beauties at those banquets. Why didn’t you take the opportunity to abduct

in the

laughed. “If you were to take me to a banquet, I reckon I’ll turn into an enchanting little Persian

to do is

never acknowledge that she was his wife. Each time he was to attend a social event, the female companion by his side would never