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 in

her eyes wide, beseeching Oscar

right, hang on. I’ll go and buy it for you now,” Oscar replied as he headed towards the

Clinton,” Amelia’s cry stopped Oscar

asked,

didn’t bring my phone with me to the

hesitated for a moment, then handed his phone to

She refused to believe that that was

“There are a couple of games inside. You can take a look if you’re bored. I’ll be off,

as your password? Don’t you know what kind of

divorce. On the other, Amelia was afraid that they eventually would, and Oscar would

to depend on you for the rest of my life. I want a real relationship with you, not just a transactional

of her, most of them taken when she was sleeping. In a few, a single blanket covered her

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

Oscar liked her solely for her body. If he had absolutely no other feelings

who had no affection whatsoever for her would not possess so many photos

were barely ten photos of Cassie. Besides a few snapshots of scenery scattered here

felt incredibly perturbed. As she weighed Oscar’s phone in her hand, she mumbled, “Oscar, all the photos you have are of me. Doesn’t that mean that you don’t hate me

jolted Amelia out of her brief

Upon seeing

“Oz, I went for a check-up with your 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

drew blood. With what strength she could muster, Amelia said evenly,

moment. Then she retorted,

food

affair at your company, which was even documented in a few photographs, how can you

“How did you

to know about it? Of course, Oz was the one who told me. Oz said you are, by far, the most filthy and disgusting woman he’s met. It’s not for me to judge a gold-digger, but going for two men at the same time?

think it’s your place to comment 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

Keep lying to yourself, Amelia. I’ll be Oz’s wife soon. No matter what, you’re the one who’ll eventually be the outsider

“So what? At least I’m still Oscar’s wife now. You’re the mistress he’s ashamed of. When word gets out, I

know what Oscar told me this morning? He said that you were filthy and made him sick, and he hasn’t divorced you only because you’re pregnant. He

“Ms. Yard, if you have nothing else to say to me,

a reply, Amelia immediately

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

bags and pulled a chair over. He sat down and reached over to dab the

She then asked, “Mr. Clinton, have you bought the food yet?