Page 65 of Billionaire's Fantasy
WhenIwakeupAmber is gone. For a moment I think she might be in the bathroom or in the kitchen. But I don’t see any of her clothing. I check the bathroom, check the rest of the penthouse. She is gone. No note, no nothing. I feel frustrated and confused. I wonder what happened.
I check my phone and see the message from Melissa. Shoot! I forgot about our meeting last night.
I was supposed to meet Melissa last night to talk over some details for a travel magazine. This was supposed to be a surprise for Amber. I wanted her to write some articles about our trip and photos. I know she would enjoy that. Plus, having her name in one of the big magazines out there could help get her name out there and maybe start the brand she wants to build.
I can’t think straight. Amber left without explanation, and I need to reschedule with Melissa.
I try to call Amber for the sixth time, but it still goes to voicemail.
After I meet with Melissa and get a writer’s copy of the magazine, I will stop by Amber’s apartment. Hopefully nothing bad happened. I’m getting worried.
***
As I get to Amber’s apartment, I knock on the door.
“Hi, It’s Jackson. Are you ok?”
No answer.
But I can hear some rattling in the apartment. She must be home.
“Amber, open up. I know you are home. What happened this morning? Why did you leave?”
“Don’t pretend you don’t know why I left. Stop playing games with me, Jackson.”
Her voice is not as strong and clear as usual. I can hear her breathing hard. She sounds like she has been crying.
She adds, “Leave me alone!”
“Amber, let me in. I have a surprise for you.”
“No thank you. Melissa is enough of a surprise for me. Now go!” she screams.
Melissa? What does she mean?
That’s when I add one and one. She must have seen the text from Melissa this morning.
“Amber, Melissa is the manager of an important travel magazine. I wanted to surprise you. I wanted to show you how important you are to me, and how much I believe in you and your talent,” I explain.
Amber opens the door, but there’s still a hint of doubt in her expression. “But why did Melissa write that she missed you?” she asks.
“Because we were planning to discuss the details of the magazine launch,” I reply. “She had the prototype with her, and I wanted to show it to you. When you came to surprise me, I forgot everything around me. When you are around, I have only eyes for you. I don’t know what you do to me.”
She takes in a deep breath, trying to process everything. “I just felt so... insecure,” she admits. “When I saw Melissa’s text, I couldn’t help but feel like you were never going to commit to me because there were always going to be other women who were more successful or more put-together than I am.”
I step closer to her, taking her hand in mine. “Amber, you are everything to me,” I tell her firmly. “I know I haven’t always been great at showing it, but I love you and I believe in you. I want to be with you, and I want to support you in every way that I can. Please, believe me when I say that there is no one else.”
She looks up at me, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “I want to believe you, Jackson,” she whispers. “I really do.”
I wrap my arms around her, holding her tightly. “I promise, I’ll do everything I can to make it up to you,” I say softly. “And I’ll make sure that you always know how much you mean to me.”
We stand there for a few moments, just holding each other, until I finally pull away and reach into my pocket. “Here,” I say, holding out the jewelry box. “I know it’s not much, but I hope you like it.”
She takes the box from me, opening it slowly to reveal the earrings that Olivia helped me pick out. Her eyes widen in surprise and delight as she takes each one out and examines it. “They’re beautiful,” she says softly. “Thank you, Jackson.”
I smile at the look of happiness on her face. “I’m glad you like them,” I reply. “And I hope that they’ll remind you of how much I care about you.
“Hey,” I say, handing her the writer’s copy of the magazine. “I wanted to give you these too.”
