Page 15 of A Bossy Proposal

“You could have used a room.”

I laugh.

I’m not the type of uninhibited girl that men who go to Club Elysium want.

I keep that to myself.

West’s expression softens. He leans forward, his eyes filled with sympathy. “I’m sorry he cheated on you, Amelia. That must have been tough for you.”

Having nowhere to live is tough. Breaking up with Felix was a blessing.At least I hope I continue thinking that way. “I caught him with my friend.”

“A friend?” West’s face darkens, and he mutters a curse under his breath. “What a piece of shit. You deserve so much better than that.”

“Thanks.” I smile, feeling a sense of gratitude towards him. It’s lovely to hear that, even if it is my boss. “It’s nice knowing someone understands. It makes me feel a little better.”

West nods, his eyes on mine. “If you ever need anything, please don’t hesitate to come to me.”

“I’ll be fine. Worse things have happened at sea.” I glance toward the ceiling.

What the fuck made me say that?

When I glance back down, I notice him staring. I clear my throat and say, “I’ll get onto investigating your future wife.”

He growls. “I’m only interested in the reasons not to marry her.”

I nod, already mentally preparing a list of resources to check. “Of course. I’ll get right on it.”

“Thank you, Amelia.” West’s voice softens. “And again, I’m sorry for doubting you earlier. I know you would do nothing like that. It’s just that this whole situation has me off balance.”

“It’s fine,” I assure him, standing up. “Is there anything else you need?”

He shakes his head. “No, that’s all for now. Just...keep this between us, okay?”

“Of course,” I promise, heading for the door. As I reach for the handle, I pause and look back at him. “Mr. Davenport?”

He looks up. “Yes?”

“Whatever happens, we’ll figure it out. That’s what I’m here for.”

A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “I know. Thank you, Amelia.”

Chapter 6

Amelia

I’m glad this day is over.

I towel off after my shower, the steam still clinging to the gym’s locker room mirrors.

My muscles ache from pushing myself harder than usual in the gym. But it was a welcome distraction from the chaos of my personal life.

I slip into my leggings and pull a soft tee over my head. Then I gather my damp hair and curl it into a messy bun.

My cell rings. I turn it over and check the caller.

Felix.

I glare at his name as it flashes on my screen.

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