You More than Anything in the World (Arissa)

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.

teeth

and opened her eyes wide, beseeching Oscar

on. I’ll go and buy it for you now,” Oscar

Amelia’s cry stopped Oscar in

asked, “What

Clinton, I’m bored. I didn’t bring my phone with me to the hospital. Can I borrow yours to play with?” Amelia

his

at him. She refused to believe that that was

are a couple of games inside. You can take a look if you’re bored. I’ll be off, then.” He turned quickly on his heels

did you use my birthdate as your password? Don’t you know what kind of hope that

the one hand, she didn’t want to get a divorce. On the other, Amelia was afraid that they eventually would, and Oscar would take her baby

fallen for you. If I could, I would want to depend on you for the rest of my life. I want a real relationship

when she was sleeping. In a few, a single blanket covered her bare body; in others, she had

recall when these moments

If he had absolutely no other feelings for her, however, then what could explain this stash

her would not possess so many photos of her. It was like a carefully

a few snapshots of scenery

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 too much? Why can’t we spend the rest

incoming call jolted Amelia out of her

across the screen. Upon seeing it, Amelia’s

very healthy.” A note of betrayal crept into her voice. “You promised that you’d come with me, but you’re always so occupied with work! I said that I’d

She bit her lip with such fury that it almost drew blood. With what strength she could muster, Amelia said evenly, “Sorry, Ms. Yard, it’s Amelia. Oz, as you call him, has gone out to buy

moment. Then she retorted, “Why are you answering my

to buy food for

no shame at all! After your blatant cheating affair at your company, which was even documented in a few photographs, how can you be so shameless as to stay

“How did you

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? That’s remarkably greedy, even by your

the kind of woman I am. Even if I’m cheating on Oscar, it’s up to him to

be Oz’s wife soon. No matter what, you’re the

You’re the mistress he’s ashamed

He said that you were filthy and made him sick, and he hasn’t divorced you only because you’re pregnant. He

clenched her jaw. “Ms. Yard, if you have nothing else to say

a reply, Amelia

a few bags full of food, Amelia was facing away from the door with the blanket over her.

to be greeted by her tear-stained face. Taken aback, Oscar hurriedly set down his bags and pulled a chair over. He sat down and reached over to

Oscar’s gesture of intimacy. She then asked, “Mr. Clinton, have you bought the food yet?