Too Much to Bear, My Love

Oscar’s knocks gradually became heavier and furious. “Amelia Winters, open the door!” he commanded.

It wasn’t until he knocked ten consecutive times that the door finally clicked open from the inside.

Amelia, dressed only in a bathrobe, was standing behind the door, her hair wet and her cheeks slightly flushed. She was, needless to say, a picture-perfect example of temptation.

Oscar’s eyes darkened with desire in a blink of an eye. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed and scrutinized her from head to toe.

Amelia noticed the difference in his behavior, yet she remained distant when she spoke. “Mr. Clinton, I’m tired.”

He lowered her onto the couch in the room, his large, calloused hand

on his broad chest and replied, “Nothing.

at her silently. “It better be. I’d picked you in the first place because I liked that you weren’t one who enjoyed meaningless quarrels. If you’re now

aware this was a warning from him. Her heart felt like it had dropped into a black hole, sinking so deep she could feel it in her stomach. But she still wore a smile on her face to conceal it. “Mr. Clinton, you don’t have to keep reminding me. I know it better than anyone else that

if trying to pick up any trace of unwillingness or pretense on her face. “That’s good

hit by a wave of fatigue. The thought of dealing with Oscar Clinton was completely overtaken by her yearning to go

her without warning, gently placing her on the

nearly half an hour later when the bed stopped creaking

his chest, inhaling his distinct masculine scent. She failed to conceal the weariness in