You More Than Anything In The World

Oscar suddenly stood up. Apprehensively, Amelia asked, “Mr. Clinton, are you leaving?”

Oscar walked over. He leaned over Amelia, almost pinning her onto the bed. The tips of their noses brushed against each other.

Enthralled, Amelia had no way of reining in her wildly beating heart. Her eyes darted from side to side, desperately avoiding Oscar’s intent gaze.

“What do you feel like eating? I’ll go and get it,” he said.

That was the last thing Amelia had expected to hear from Oscar at that moment.

“Now that you’re having a baby, you should eat a little more than usual. Tell me what you’re craving; I’ll buy it for you.” Oscar’s cool tone belied his apparent discomfort.

Amelia couldn’t believe her ears. This was Oscar’s first time showing concern for her baby.

“Mr. Clinton, are you actually concerned about me?” Amelia asked in disbelief.

“Enough of that. Tell me, quickly, what you want to eat,” Oscar insisted.

Amelia found the situation hilarious. Oscar seemed a lot more human now in comparison to the guarded, defensive man he usually was.

“Since you’ve offered, I can’t possibly say no. All right then. On account of Mr. Clinton’s generosity, I’d like to order a pasta arrabbiata, stewed beef, and mango sorbet to top it all off… I’m spoilt for choice! How can I decide?” Amelia asked in exaggerated despair.

Seeing that Oscar had let her off the hook for the matter with the photographs, the sudden feeling of liberation dared Amelia to joke with Oscar, something she seldom did.

Oscar only glared at her. “Amelia, don’t go overboard.”

“Don’t be so petty, Mr. Clinton. Can’t you even bear to buy these for me?” Amelia wheedled, pouting.

Oscar realized that he rather liked seeing this feminine side of Amelia.

“Wait and see; I’ll buy it all for you. Anything else?” he queried.

“I want you. Can I have that?” Amelia asked playfully.

Oscar’s face once again assumed a sober look. “You’re only allowed to say such things to me in the future. I forbid you from flirting with any other man like that.”

Flirting?

Amelia thought she had merely been casually teasing Oscar. She was rather distressed that it had been seen as flirtatious. It seemed that everyone perceived things rather differently indeed.

“Since you object, Mr. Clinton, I won’t say things like that anymore,” Amelia said, sulking.

grit his teeth

belly and opened her eyes wide, beseeching Oscar in a cutesy tone,

and buy it for you now,” Oscar replied as

Amelia’s cry stopped

asked, “What is

I didn’t bring my phone with me to the

his

refused to believe

throat awkwardly, then said, “There are a couple of games inside. You can take a

herself, “Oscar, if you truly didn’t care for me, then why did you use my birthdate as your password? Don’t you know what

one hand, she didn’t want to get a divorce. On the other, Amelia was afraid that they eventually would, and Oscar would

want to depend on you for the rest of my life. I want a real relationship

she was sleeping. In a few, a single blanket covered her bare body; in others, she had fallen asleep fully clothed. The photos of Amelia numbered more than a thousand in sheer variety. It was completely unlike the Oscar she knew to have so many

examining them. Oscar had taken some from behind her as she walked ahead. Amelia could barely even recall when these moments had taken place, let alone

solely for her body. If he had absolutely no other feelings for her, however,

willing to bet anything she had that a man who had no affection whatsoever for her would

barely ten photos of Cassie. Besides a few snapshots of scenery scattered here and there, the rest of Oscar’s photo album was

her hand, she mumbled, “Oscar, all the photos you have are of me. Doesn’t that mean that you don’t hate me

call jolted Amelia out of her

flashed across the screen. Upon

secretary today. The doctor said that the baby’s very healthy.” A note of betrayal crept into her voice. “You promised that you’d come with me, but you’re always so occupied with work! I said that I’d be a model wife so I won’t blame you this time. Oz, the baby and I both miss you so much! Will you be coming

blood. With what strength she could muster, Amelia said evenly, “Sorry, Ms. Yard, it’s Amelia. Oz, as you call him, has gone out to buy food for me. I’m afraid he just missed your

for a moment. Then she retorted, “Why are

went to buy food for me,” Amelia

blatant cheating affair at your company, which was even documented in a few photographs, how can you be so shameless

asked, “How did you know about the

the most filthy and disgusting woman he’s met. It’s not for me to

on the kind of woman I am. Even if I’m cheating on Oscar, it’s up to him to decide if he wants to divorce me. You’re nothing more

I’ll be Oz’s wife soon. No matter what, you’re the

At least I’m still Oscar’s wife now. You’re the mistress he’s ashamed of. When word gets out, I don’t think the Yards

what Oscar told me this morning? He said that you were filthy and made him sick,

you have nothing else to

a reply,

with a few bags full of food, Amelia was facing away from the door with the blanket over her. He didn’t know if she

hurriedly set down his bags and pulled a chair over.

gesture of intimacy. She then asked, “Mr. Clinton, have