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Chapter Twelve

Amelia POV

I was in my office, reading my last manuscript for the day which was very boring, but I tried to read it anyway. My mind became glued to it eventually until I heard that telephone ring. I picked it up, flipped my shoulder length hair and brought it close to my ears.

"Hello, Amelia," Rose, the receptionist spoke. Her voice was a lot more softer than her usual voice. She never disturbed, why was she to day?" There is a tall brown man and very handsome man looking for you," She said still softer. Could it be who I thought it was?

"What is his name, please?" I asked the question and I was eager for the answer. A small smile had found its way on my lips. She answers quickly.

"Millionaire, James Bannerman." She said with a hint of excitement in her voice. The smile spread across my mouth and widened immediately. I couldn't stop myself from giggling. He came here looking for me. I cleared my throat and gave a reply,

"Send him over." I said and cut the call off. I got up and straightened my messy hair with a comb. I looked in the mirror and fixed my make up before I heard a knock on the door. I put all these things back into my bag and rushed to the door to open it immediately. I opened the door to a fuming, James Bannerman. He looked at me with complete anger and I wondered what I did to deserve it. Before I could even get out of the way for him to enter, he pushed the door which led to me losing my balance and falling on the tiled floor. What has gotten into him, suddenly? I got up from the floor using the door as a support and walked over to him.

"What's wrong?" I asked and put my two hands on his broad and muscular shoulders. I think he didn't like that, because he reached for my hands and yanked it from his shoulders harshly. It was really painful, but I did well in hiding it.

"What the hell is wrong with you huh?!!" I said, sounding angry. I wasn't used to seeing this issue of him that often. Ever since the might he slapped me, he never showed his anger. "You can't come to my office and try to abuse me. Are you mad or what?!!" I was being unprofessional now in my own office. I thank goodness for the walls of this building. The were made of glass so it was difficult to hear someone shout.

"Oh, so now, I am mad. After what you did to Valerie's hand, I am the mad one, right?!!" He yelled back. Realization hit me. He was here because of that bitch. She might have shown him the bruise she got from me. That was why he was here? The fact that he was here because of her made my heart ache a little.

"Oh, so you are here because of her?" I asked and he confirmed with a nod. The pain in my heart increased, but I his it. "Then,you might as well take a seat because, I ain't going to tolerate that shit you've been doing since you got here. What even gives you the right to actually do that?" I said, calmer this time. He took a seat and I took mine, in front of him.

"You threatened the girl and bruised her beautiful fingers and you're trying to calm me down?" He asked and a little chuckle fell from my mouth. I didn't like the pain I felt in my heart. It seemed to be increasing anytime he supported her.

"I couldn't stop myself, she was being too bitchy. I have tolerated her enough." I said to him and he gave me a reply I never anticipated.

"I never new a bitch like you would ever call a beauty like her a bitch." There was no doubt that Valerie was beautiful. She was everything African men wanted. Big boobs and a big butt. I on the other hand had a body of a model, which I loved. I fought back tears that have formed in my eyes.

"I think you are really fond of her, why not marry her then. She has all the packages you want so give her a chance. I would have married her at a single glance if I were a man." I said with anger. It hurts that he didn't complement me and only called me a bitch." There is nothing to talk about so I suggest you get you get out of my office. I have had enough already. I can't believe I meant something to you after this two months. How naive of me." I said, still fighting my tears.