Chapter 14

"Then what do you want me to do? You know you just have to name it." I say.

A moment passes between us as we listen for the telltale signs of the chef and his assistants leaving the house. The lights are going dim.

The quiet descending on the house. This is usually the best time of the night for me. And now I get to share it with her. A look of determination crosses her face, and she opens her mouth.

"What I want is for you to stop. This..." She gestures between us, hitches a breath, and continues, "this...whatever it is between us, it is wrong. We can't...I can't. Let me move out." She bites her lower lip, the plea shining in her eyes.

Fucking hell. I pull my hand through my hair, my heart beating wildly in my chest. I didn't eat much because I don't have an appetite, but I feel uneasy like she took a fist and buried it in my stomach.

"Amelia. I just need to know one thing. Does it feel wrong to you? Because if it does, then I swear I would let you go. You ha