The Royal Contract

Chapter 768: With what?

Amelia was drowning in his kisses, unable to stop him from the onslaught of his hands on her skin. Warning bells rang continuously on her head, but her body seemed deaf, ignoring the danger of what she was doing.

Then, he said it to her. The words that should be sending her running for the hills. The terms womanizers used to avoid trapping themselves in any commitment.

“Ooohhhmmm!” And here she was, moaning in delight instead of fleeing with her life. Enjoying the momentary pleasure his lips were giving her.

However, thinking about his words, could she also promise him anything when she still believed that her heart belonged to someone else?

Still, she could not deny the sexual attraction she felt for this man. As much as she wanted to fight it, she lost the battle as her will started to surrender.

“Amelia...” Her name echoed in her ears as if someone was calling her. “Evan...” A surprising tone alerted her that they were not alone, making her aware of her surrounding. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on ɴo(v)elFɪre.net

The temporary cloud that covered her thoughts suddenly vanished as clarity opened her eyes to the present. She was sitting on the counter, cradled in Evan’s arms.

.....

He also seemed to realize the situation as he abruptly stopped and pulled slightly away from her. But he did not let her go until her feet were back on the floor.

“What is going on?” Her friend asked, looking astonished by what she had witnessed just now. “Are you two...?” Still, she was unable to finish her question since she seemingly still found the entire scenario shocking.

Amelia quickly fixed herself, trying to straighten her clothes. Luckily, her robe seemed to be still intact. But she doubted her hair, feeling it was flying everywhere from the way Evan buried his fingers in them.

“No, we are not.” She finally answered her friend, looking at her. “It was a mistake.” She added before turning and walking away from him without looking back, leaving her friend to wonder what just happened.

But she could not look at him, not after what happened. She felt so cheap, telling herself that she loved another then, making out like that with another man.

Then, the sad part was that she was willing to accept what he could only offer. She was ready to settle for less. It was just because she was attracted to him physically.

She did not even like him. But what was there to like about him when she barely still knew much about him. Now, she was settling for casual sex. She must be going crazy for this.

She ran to her room and hid inside, locking the door as if he would try to follow her. Why would he even bother when he could get it from someone else?

That was the sad truth.

Nothing about her was special, enough for someone to bother to want her to stick around for good. Even her bestfriend could not love her even after years of knowing her.

“Amelia, please open up.” She could hear Eida’s voice on the other side of the door. But how could she face her when she kept telling her that she loved Lance.

She stared at the door. Suddenly, feeling more ashamed of herself for being such a hypocrite. But then again, if she loved Lance. Meaning truly loved him. Could she be able to kiss Evan like that?

“Amelia, I know you can hear me. Please talk to me.” Eida pleaded by the door. “You know I am pregnant and should not be standing out here all night outside your door.”

How could she ignore her friend as guilt now nagged at her? She gradually walked toward the door, hesitantly opening the door for her.

“That is not fair,” Amelia uttered to her friend as her face dropped in her hands, but no tears came out. “You should not use the baby in this situation.”

Eida immediately wrapped her in her arms, closing the door behind her and guiding her to her bed. She felt she should be comforting her, not the other way around.

“I have to because you will never open that door, and I will not be able to help you.” Amelia suddenly realized how lucky she was to know such a friend.

Yes, they had an issue because of a man, but her friend did not intentionally take him from her. She was right. She had no idea that they were falling for the same man.

But now, looking at her eyes, she could not see any judgment in them, only concern for her welfare. Her tone made her feel that she was not alone. She had a friend she could share her problems with just like her. They could always count on each other.

“I guess you are right again.” She stated, feeling the warmth of her friend’s hands on her. “I just...” Stopping as words failed her. She looked up to the ceiling, hoping it would help her with what she wanted to say to her friend.

“I am not here to judge you. Or tell you what to do or how to feel. I am here just as a friend who would be willing to listen to what you want to say.” Eida said as she squeezed her hands tightly, subtlely telling her that she would always be there for her.

“I just don’t know what to tell you about what you saw out there.” She was telling the truth. She was confused as hell as to what she was doing, kissing Evan. The fact that she enjoyed it was worse.

She dropped her gaze to her friend, trying to read what else she might be thinking. If anyone could help, Eida would be it since she had numerous experiences with men, unlike her.

“It is ok to feel confused. Evan is an attractive guy and quite charming too.” Eida responded as if that should answer her troubles.

But that was it.

She had been surrounded by many attractive and charming guys, just like Evan. But no one was able to replace Lance in her heart. What made Evan different from them? Not that she was saying Evan had managed to penetrate her heart.

Was it because he was a self-proclaimed playboy? Still, she had no idea.

“I guess. Maybe it was the physical thing.” Amelia finally admitted. Not having more explanation or not wanting to dig deeper into the problem.

“It could be.” Her friend agreed with her, but just like her, even her words did not convince her. “Anyway, enough about me. What happened with Count Thomas? You know you can tell me.” Amelia changed the topic.

But she believed she should not dwell too much on her problem. Instead, she should focus on how she could help her friend with hers. Eida had more pressing issues compared to her sexual activity or lack of it.

She hoped her friend would trust her enough to help her with what she was going through. She believed it could not be easy what she had been dealing with even before the accident.

“About that.” Eida began, but she stood up from the bed and walked towards the window. She stared at the dark view outside, but Amelia could only wonder if she had seen anything because her eyes seemed clouded by tears that refused to drop from her eyes.

She wished there was something she could do to alleviate whatever her friend was suffering from, but that was not that easy.

“What is it?” Amelia asked, hoping she could help just like this woman had helped her countless times before.

Eida finally turned to her, wiping the single drop of tear that escaped from her lids. But her lips sported a beautiful smile that confused her.

“I need you to help me.” Eida moved towards her, sitting beside her on the bed as she twisted her fingers together as if thinking.

She could still see her hesitation to say it, but she understood that deciding in her case must be hard because she was not thinking only for herself but also for the baby.

But she could only hope she would always find the right one for her, whatever she chose to do. But she always hoped that she would include Lance in her plans.

“What kind of help?” Did Eida want to see Lance again? She believed she could still do that. But this time, they had to be more careful because the Count would not be as forgiving as the last time. “I can probably arrange a visit again tomorrow.”

She was not promising with a guarantee since the Count might have tightened the security, but she could not give up. If she needed to help her friend, she would.

“No, I don’t want to see him,” Eida said, lowering her eyes to the floor as if she was in deep thought.

“Well, I think I still have friends...” She was about to tell her when her words finally registered in her mind. “What?” She questioned, feeling that she might have misheard what she said.

Then, she remembered that she might not be feeling well to see him tomorrow. There was no use seeing him anyway when he still had not woken up.

“I guess you should rest now and see him another time when he finally wakes up.” She concluded, agreeing that it was a better plan. “As I was saying, I think I still have friends who could help us...”

“You are not listening to me.” Eida interrupted her self-monologue as she stared into her eyes. “I need your help.” She repeated, but it only confused her.

With what?