Too Much to Bear My Love

Perhaps it was the day’s proceedings that made Amelia uneasy even in sleep. Oscar’s light touch woke her up immediately. He saw that her eyes were reddened from crying and felt another pang in his heart.

Amelia blinked rapidly, then reached out and caressed Oscar’s face. “Mr. Clinton, it seems that I’m only able to receive such affection from you in my dreams. I may be nothing more than a toy to you in reality, but in my dreams, perhaps I can be your wife.”

Oscar was stunned for a moment. He then realized that Amelia must have thought she was still fast asleep.

Looking at her bleary eyes, Oscar couldn’t help but laugh. He’d never really witnessed this vulnerable side of her before.

Seeing him laugh, Amelia couldn’t help but be pleased. She leaned forward and kissed Oscar sensually on the lips, saying in a low voice, “Mr. Clinton, will you touch me? I want to be the only one you touch.”

Oscar’s eyes shifted. Like a wolf ready to devour, he clambered atop Amelia, careful not to let any weight rest on her belly. He looked straight down into her face and said enigmatically, “Do you really want me to touch you that much?”

Amelia giggled, still imagining herself in dreamland. “Mr. Clinton, this feels incredibly real. I’ve dreamed of this moment so many times before, but never like this. I can almost feel your hunger! That’s just as well. You’ll forget all about Cassie and only think about your wife now.”

Oscar’s heart was racing. He said, teasing, “You don’t want me to think about Cassie?”

Amelia shook her head firmly. “Mr. Clinton, how I wish you belonged to me alone.”

Having declared thus, she pulled Oscar close and kissed him fervently on his lips, finding a savage joy in the impossibility of that moment.

She would not think about letting go.

Meanwhile, Oscar had abandoned every other thought. In their passion, both of them had lost themselves entirely to the world and time.

After the affair came to its inevitable conclusion, Amelia drifted off to sleep in exhaustion. Oscar couldn’t help but smile. “You sure know how to get out of things! I came here wanting to talk to you, but you’ve already fallen asleep.”

The next day, Amelia woke up to find herself wrapped in Oscar’s arms. She was momentarily baffled but quickly cast her confusion aside when she caught sight of his sleeping face. A smile still lurked at the corners of his mouth. She reached out and playfully pinched his cheeks.

Oscar woke up in pain.

He grabbed hold of Amelia’s hands and demanded, “What are you doing?”

Amelia leaned her head on his chest and said somewhat dully, “Mr. Clinton, when did you come back?”

“Have you forgotten how you pounced onto me last night?” Oscar nudged Amelia.

Amelia’s cheeks immediately turned crimson. Recalling the events of the previous night, she thought with a shudder, Wasn’t all that just a dream?

Among the memories rapidly filling her mind were the words she’d said last night. She would never have considered uttering them under normal circumstances.

“Feeling shy?” Oscar asked, feeling uncharacteristically jovial.

in his chest and said shyly,

your arms and said that you wanted me.

relief. However, there was a niggling feeling that Oscar was merely

exceeded that of a financial backer. He knew that she loved him but was unready or unwilling

yesterday? Weren’t you going to stay over at her

you upset that I

Ignoring Oscar’s burning gaze on her bare body,

of boxers, and the sight

hugged Amelia from behind and whispered

mouth, then said, “Mr. Clinton, you and Ms. Yard are both extremely eligible individuals. Together, you’re a match made in heaven. I’ve just been a substitute all this while, just waiting for her to come along. It doesn’t matter whether I’m upset

say you weren’t upset? You’re so bitter with jealousy that

She said earnestly, “Mr. Clinton, Ms. Yard is carrying your

Cassie had placed his hand

see her as he had expected himself to be. He could put up with her pettiness but found himself lacking the urge to touch

career for you and this child. You don’t seem as pleased as I expected you to be. Tell me honestly,

saying, “Don’t be silly. You’ve really let your imagination go this time, haven’t you? Of course, I still

then asked excitedly whether he hoped for a boy

he knew that he was no longer quite as thrilled

was too overcome with happiness to speak. She muttered, “Mr. Clinton, I suppose it’s a sort of happiness that can’t be put into words. That’s just so. With the woman you love bearing your child, I wouldn’t believe you even if you said you weren’t

her jaw, forcing her to look into his eyes. In a husky voice, he asked, “Are you

all over with perspiration. I need a bath.

join you,” Oscar said

have to pass up on the privilege this time. Ms. Yard can have

her a

gone, Amelia caught sight of her pale self in

who was reclining on the sofa, “Mr. Clinton,

as Amelia reached

it, Mr.

mind. Have the child. I’ll give you enough money for you to live off comfortably the rest of your life. My only condition

gaped at him in disbelief. A look of despair flitted

being serious?” Amelia asked through gritted

Oscar merely nodded.

child with me. If you insist on leaving him here with the Clintons, I’d rather miscarry than let you have him. He means more to me than life

was slightly taken back by the strength

you threatening

If I leave my child with you, you’ll merely treat him as a toy

on Amelia unwaveringly. He’d never imagined that