Too Much To Bear My Love

Oscar’s knocks gradually became heavier and furious. “Amelia Winters, open the door!” he commanded.

It wasn’t until he knocked ten consecutive times that the door finally clicked open from the inside.

Amelia, dressed only in a bathrobe, was standing behind the door, her hair wet and her cheeks slightly flushed. She was, needless to say, a picture-perfect example of temptation.

Oscar’s eyes darkened with desire in a blink of an eye. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed and scrutinized her from head to toe.

Amelia noticed the difference in his behavior, yet she remained distant when she spoke. “Mr. Clinton, I’m tired.”

her, picked her up, and kicked the door shut with the back of his foot. He lowered her onto the couch in the room, his large, calloused hand caressing her soft cheeks.

her hands on his broad chest and replied, “Nothing. I’m

silently. “It better be. I’d picked you in the first place because I liked that you weren’t one who enjoyed meaningless quarrels. If you’re now learning to put up airs

deep she could feel it in her stomach. But she still wore a smile on her face to conceal it. “Mr. Clinton, you don’t have to keep reminding me. I know it better than anyone else that our marriage’s merely a transaction. I’m not delusional. I love your money, you

gazed fervently at her as if trying to pick up any trace

with Oscar Clinton was completely overtaken by her yearning to go to bed. She closed her eyes and said, “I’m really tired. May

warning, gently placing her

hour later when the bed stopped creaking and their heavy panting gradually slowed

his distinct masculine scent. She failed to conceal the weariness in