Page 64 of Grumpy Bossy Billionaire Enemy

Amelia raised her head. She rinsed her mouth from the tap by the sink. “No,” she muttered. “I’ll be fine. I’ve got some pills.”

“You need to get tested.” I paused and added, “And you need to get treated.”

I held Amelia’s hand as I helped her regain her balance. She held onto me as I took her to our bedroom. It was a wonder that she didn’t object to staying in our room for the night.

Amelia swallowed a pill after I brought her some water. “So, this Jason person.” I cleared my deep, croaking voice. “Is he going to be around for a long time?”

“If you are asking if I’m using Jason to get back at you for getting Julia pregnant, you are wrong.”

“Julia’s baby is not mine. I got the test back today,” I replied. “I told you the child isn’t mine. I told you to believe me.”

“This isn’t about you, Henry,” Amelia responded. “This was never about you.”

I had always known that Amelia’s sudden distance in our marriage was a result of her parent’s sins.

She’d seen the same pattern in our marriage and she’d panicked. “Jason is a friend,” she continued, “He took me along on his date as the third wheel. I can show you the pictures.”

Amelia scrolled her phone as she showed me pictures of her so-called date with Jason. She confessed to using Jason to get me jealous.

I sighed with relief, as she pulled me by my pants’ buckle. “I missed you, Henry.”

“You shouldn’t,” I objected. “You should get some rest.”

Amelia was persistent. She took off her top as she lay on the bed. I might be wrong, but her hormones seemed to be acting weirdly lately. I kissed her on the forehead, instead, and then moved to her ear.

“Goodnight, Amelia. You should get some rest because tomorrow is going to be the best day of your life.”

Amelia’s face was filled with disappointment. She had just had a failed seduction. I assured her that was hundred percent not her fault. I couldn’t let my desire overrule my common sense and my protective instinct toward my wife. Amelia needed a good rest, not good sex.

I cupped her in a warm cuddle, and Amelia asked in an almost whisper, “What surprise do you have for me?”

“It’s not a surprise anymore if I tell you, is it?”

Amelia chuckled, and her voice echoed around the room. Then she fell asleep in my arms. It hit me that I was in love with Amelia, and I couldn't help myself, no matter how hard I tried.

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I held Amelia’s hand as we headed to the boat. The wind from the sea blew off her white slitted gown. She held my hand tightly for support as we climbed a short flight of stairs onto the big ship moored at the shore. A tall man came out from the ship’s bridge; his uniform told me he was the hired captain of a grand yacht I had rented for a ridiculous amount of money. There were two other crew members on the ship: a bartender, and a waiter. The men looked like they could pass for brothers.

“You rented a cruise ship to impress me?”

“Even better,” I replied. “I bought the entire yacht to impress you.”

Amelia giggled like a high school girl.

“Now, I’m certain I have impressed you.”

I kissed her as the wind blew our hair in the direction that pleased it. She ran to the upper deck and spread her hands as if they were wings, closing her eyes as the breeze hit her face. Amelia got down from the boat’s deck, came back into my arms, her fingers running through my hair as we shared a slow, deep kiss. As I led her about, the soft glow of twilight spilled across the deck, casting a warm, golden hue.

“Do you want dinner first, or you want me first?” I asked Amelia, whispering into her ear.

She reacted to the tingling of my touch. I did a little nasty flirting, licking the back of her ear, and nibbling her earlobe. Amelia opened her mouth to speak but her stomach did instead. The growling told me she'd rather eat first. I led her to the dining space of the ship. The room looked like it could easily contain twenty people, and we just the two of us made the room seem too large.

The plates had been arranged already, but the chef stayed with us, waiting for our reaction as we ate his expansive meal. It was a feast. There was a collision of aromas of different dishes, the sight of which meal made me see different colors, beautifully arranged in a way that made me never want to look away. A golden roasted pig sat elegantly in the center of the table, beaming in the gleaming light from the chandelier. Next to pig was honey-laced Alaska king crab legs. The smaller platters held fried wok noodles with prawns in a chili garlic sauce. It was topped off by a freshly-baked lemon cheesecake garnished with raspberries and whipped cream.Bottles of red wine were lined up on the table: bottles of Chateau Lafite Rothchild sat elegantly in a decanter, vintage Dom Perignon champagne sat in a bucket of ice.

The gentle breeze whispered through the sails, carrying the scent of the sea. We eventually found ourselves on the upper deck, a spacious area adorned with elegant wood furniture and a white linen-draped table set for two. The view was nothing short of breathtaking. The sun was beginning its descent, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, while the water sparkled below, reflecting the fading light. Soft jazz music played in the background, providing a melodic soundtrack to the romantic evening I had planned for us.

We stood staring out at the water; its beautiful blue hue and the gentle lapping of the waves hinted at the enchanting moment. I turned my gaze to Amelia, who was standing beside me. Her eyes sparkled as she looked out at the horizon, her hair lightly tousling by the sea breeze. She wore a radiant smile that illuminated her face, making her even more beautiful in the fading light. I felt a rush of gratitude for this moment, for the chance to share it with her.

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