Too Much To Bear My Love

Perhaps it was the day’s proceedings that made Amelia uneasy even in sleep. Oscar’s light touch woke her up immediately. He saw that her eyes were reddened from crying and felt another pang in his heart.

Amelia blinked rapidly, then reached out and caressed Oscar’s face. “Mr. Clinton, it seems that I’m only able to receive such affection from you in my dreams. I may be nothing more than a toy to you in reality, but in my dreams, perhaps I can be your wife.”

Oscar was stunned for a moment. He then realized that Amelia must have thought she was still fast asleep.

Looking at her bleary eyes, Oscar couldn’t help but laugh. He’d never really witnessed this vulnerable side of her before.

Seeing him laugh, Amelia couldn’t help but be pleased. She leaned forward and kissed Oscar sensually on the lips, saying in a low voice, “Mr. Clinton, will you touch me? I want to be the only one you touch.”

Oscar’s eyes shifted. Like a wolf ready to devour, he clambered atop Amelia, careful not to let any weight rest on her belly. He looked straight down into her face and said enigmatically, “Do you really want me to touch you that much?”

Amelia giggled, still imagining herself in dreamland. “Mr. Clinton, this feels incredibly real. I’ve dreamed of this moment so many times before, but never like this. I can almost feel your hunger! That’s just as well. You’ll forget all about Cassie and only think about your wife now.”

Oscar’s heart was racing. He said, teasing, “You don’t want me to think about Cassie?”

Amelia shook her head firmly. “Mr. Clinton, how I wish you belonged to me alone.”

Having declared thus, she pulled Oscar close and kissed him fervently on his lips, finding a savage joy in the impossibility of that moment.

She would not think about letting go.

Meanwhile, Oscar had abandoned every other thought. In their passion, both of them had lost themselves entirely to the world and time.

After the affair came to its inevitable conclusion, Amelia drifted off to sleep in exhaustion. Oscar couldn’t help but smile. “You sure know how to get out of things! I came here wanting to talk to you, but you’ve already fallen asleep.”

The next day, Amelia woke up to find herself wrapped in Oscar’s arms. She was momentarily baffled but quickly cast her confusion aside when she caught sight of his sleeping face. A smile still lurked at the corners of his mouth. She reached out and playfully pinched his cheeks.

Oscar woke up in pain.

He grabbed hold of Amelia’s hands and demanded, “What are you doing?”

Amelia leaned her head on his chest and said somewhat dully, “Mr. Clinton, when did you come back?”

“Have you forgotten how you pounced onto me last night?” Oscar nudged Amelia.

Amelia’s cheeks immediately turned crimson. Recalling the events of the previous night, she thought with a shudder, Wasn’t all that just a dream?

Among the memories rapidly filling her mind were the words she’d said last night. She would never have considered uttering them under normal circumstances.

“Feeling shy?” Oscar asked, feeling uncharacteristically jovial.

chest and said

you merely clasped me in your arms and said that you wanted me. You

sigh of relief. However, there was a niggling

exceeded that of a financial backer. He knew that she loved him but was unready or unwilling

Ms. Yard yesterday? Weren’t you going to stay

upset

bare body, Amelia slowly got

was only wearing a pair of boxers, and the sight of his taut,

hugged Amelia from behind and whispered in

Together, you’re a match made

say you weren’t upset? You’re so

She said earnestly, “Mr. Clinton,

Even when Cassie had placed his

himself to be. He could put up with her pettiness but found himself lacking the urge to touch her, hold her, and claim her for his

had said, stroking her belly, “Oz, I practically gave up my entire career for you and this child. You

“Don’t be silly. You’ve really let your imagination go this time,

and then asked excitedly whether he hoped for a boy or a girl. She’d then launched into a discussion of baby

responded with vague interest. However, he knew that he was no longer quite as thrilled as he had once

that he was too overcome with happiness to speak. She muttered, “Mr. Clinton, I suppose it’s a sort of happiness that can’t be put into words. That’s just so. With the woman you love bearing your child,

jaw, forcing her to look into his eyes. In a husky voice, he asked, “Are

sticky all over with perspiration. I need a

join you,” Oscar

lip, saying, “Mr. Clinton, I’m going to be late for work. I’ll have to pass up on the privilege this time. Ms. Yard can have the honor of playing out

gave her a look,

Amelia caught sight of her pale self in the mirror and sighed. She quickly undressed and

had finished, she told Oscar, who was reclining on the sofa, “Mr. Clinton,

just as Amelia

it,

off comfortably the rest of your life. My only condition

A look of despair flitted across her

you being serious?” Amelia

Oscar merely nodded.

child with me. If you insist on leaving him here with the Clintons, I’d rather miscarry than let you have him. He means more to me than

back by the strength of

you threatening me?” he

my child with you, you’ll merely treat him as a toy to be played with and consequently abandoned. When your child is born to that woman, what would you care about mine? Someone like you only knows

Amelia unwaveringly. He’d never imagined that her impression of him