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.

her face in his chest and said shyly, “Mr. Clinton, about

arms and said that you wanted me.

there was a niggling feeling that Oscar was merely

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

didn’t you meet Ms. Yard yesterday? Weren’t you going to stay over at her

upset

on her bare body, Amelia slowly got dressed and headed for

boxers, and the

from behind and whispered in her

extremely eligible individuals. 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 jealousy

earnestly, “Mr. Clinton, Ms. Yard is carrying your child

when Cassie had placed his hand

he wasn’t as enthusiastic to see her as he had expected himself to be. He could put up

had said, stroking her belly, “Oz, I practically gave up my entire career for you and this child. You don’t seem as pleased

You’ve really let your imagination go this time, haven’t you? Of

hoped for a boy or a girl. She’d then launched into a discussion

he was no longer quite as

sort of happiness that can’t be put into words. That’s just so. With the woman

his eyes.

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

you,” Oscar said

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

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

had finished, she told Oscar, who was reclining on the sofa, “Mr. Clinton, I’ll make a move first. I’ve

as Amelia reached for

it, Mr.

off comfortably the rest of your life. My only condition is

gaped at him in disbelief. A look of despair flitted across

serious?” Amelia asked through gritted

Oscar merely nodded.

you insist on leaving him here with the Clintons, I’d rather miscarry than let you have

slightly taken back by the strength of

threatening me?” he

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 as a toy to be played with and consequently abandoned. When your child is born to that woman, what would you care about

on Amelia unwaveringly. He’d never imagined that