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.

and

night, you merely clasped me in your arms and said that you wanted me. You didn’t say

relief. However, there was

had already exceeded that of a financial backer. He knew that she loved him

Clinton, didn’t you meet Ms. Yard yesterday? Weren’t you going to stay

upset that

on her bare

a pair of boxers, and the sight of his taut, muscular body would

Amelia from behind and whispered in

Together, you’re a match made in heaven. I’ve just been a substitute

frowned. “Didn’t you say you weren’t upset? You’re so bitter with

Clinton, Ms. Yard is carrying your child now.

Even when Cassie had placed his hand over her belly to feel the baby’s

see her as he had expected himself to be. He could put up with her pettiness but found himself

previous night, Cassie had said, stroking her belly, “Oz, I practically gave up my entire career for you and this child. You don’t seem as pleased as I expected you to be. Tell me honestly,

saying, “Don’t be silly. You’ve really let your imagination go this time, haven’t you? Of course, I still love you. I wouldn’t be

whether he hoped for a boy or

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

happiness to speak. She muttered, “Mr. Clinton, I suppose it’s a sort of happiness that can’t be

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

“Mr. Clinton, I’m sticky all over with perspiration. I need a bath. Could you

join you,” Oscar

be late for work. I’ll have to pass up on the privilege this time. Ms. Yard can have the honor of playing out the steamy shower scene with you

gave her a look, then

had gone, Amelia caught sight of her pale self in the mirror and sighed.

reclining on the sofa, “Mr.

Oscar said, just as Amelia reached for the

is it,

you enough money for you to live off comfortably the rest of your life. My only

at him in disbelief. A look of

are you being serious?” Amelia asked

Oscar merely nodded.

me—I will take my child with me. If you insist on leaving him here with the

slightly taken back by

you threatening me?”

am,” Amelia said evenly. “I love this child, and he may be the only thing I’ll have to count on in this life. You have everything you could ever ask for, so you don’t know just how precious something can be. If I leave my child with you, you’ll merely treat him

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