Amelia's outfit above.

"As the wife of one of the most important men in this city, there are certain obligations that you have. You're expected to attend socialite functions like lunches, dinners, tea parties and so on." Leah says and I give her a look.

Lunches and tea parties? Okay, that is so not me. I'm more of a dinner and crazy house parties person.

"You obviously don't have to go to all the ones that you've been invited to. I picked out the ones that seem to be more interesting. Here's your schedule for the next four weeks." She hands me two joint papers.

So Adam hired me a PA. Can you freaking believe that? Leah Samuels is a twenty five year old brunette with a British accent. I love accents so I like it when she speaks.

She's slender, really pretty and very fashionable. I love the way she dresses. She said she moved here only two years ago. She's from Birmingham and that's where she lived her whole life till she got a job here in the United States.

Adam is so fucking smart. He a hired that type of person he knows I would like.

I go through the schedule and I gape. "I have to go to all these?"

There are some weddings, fundraisers, charity events, fashion events, some casual brunches and tea parties then dinners.

"Yes and um," She nervously looks at Juliet. "We have to talk about your clothing."

"What about it?" I frown.

"You're supposed to be wearing skirts and dresses with pearls necklaces."

Gosh! She sounds like a poet. We're sitting in one of the sitting room with upstairs, having this meeting and honestly, I'm bored as fuck.

It's ten pm, I had a long day at school so I'm tired. This semester has been hard throughout and it keeps getting harder.

And does Leah wants me to dress like a grandma?

"Leah, I really appreciate you trying to help but you need to understand that I'm a twenty one year old female in the twenty first century. I will dress in whatever I want." I tell her.

"Just for the events, Mrs Black. People that go there usually dress like that." She quickly says with a blush.

"Yes but we're talking about thirty and forty year old women. I'm not going start dressing like an old woman. Juliet can pick out something suitable." I remark.

Only a few people get married at twenty one. People usually get married older than that so the fact that I'm married is not going to make me to start acting older than I am.

"Of course." She smiles.

"You're also a stylist, right?"

"No, I'm more of a personal shopper but I'm so into fashion which is why I'm so excited to work for you." She replies, fixing her hair.

She is wearing red loose pants with a white blouse tucked inside and black YSL boots then her hair is a ponytail and she has these nice big round earrings.

"We haven't talked about the clothes that were brought here last week. It's a new Louis Vuitton collection and it came with a note that said that they want you to walk in their upcoming show." Juliet says.

"When is it?"

I don't know why the brand keeps sending me clothes but I love it.

"In about three weeks." Juliet answers my question.

"Alright, I'll do it." I guess I should start working since I'm kind of broke and I've never walked on a Louis Vuitton runway.

It's a great opportunity and really cool.

"You also have lots of emails from your agency about the upcoming Seoul fashion week and then, endorsement deals from lots of brands and you've also been invited to so many events, within and outside the country."

"Since when have these emails been pilling up and you didn't mention them to me, Juliet?" I ask in a tired voice.

"Since the anniversary party you attended with Mr Black." She answers.

So Adam was serious when he said things are going to get crazy after our first public appearance. He's a very famous and important person and some of the attention he gets is going to affect me because I'm his wife.

I really don't want to attend all these events or start working like crazy.

"You have to attend these events and accept these jobs, Amelia. Their really important, especially with your current financial situation." Juliet adds in a serious tone.

Shit. "All of them?"

"Most of them." She says.

I sigh. "Fine, are we done?"

"Yes, I'll bring the choices of clothes for this week events." She grins and I shake my head.

"Alright."

****

"Here." I hand the cashier the perfume I got.

This is a test. I want to know if Dad was really serious about cutting me off because I'm still in shock honestly.

"Your credit line has declined."

Fuck!

I smile at the cashier. "Alright, thanks. I'll pay in cash."

"I can try again if you want."

"No, no, no worries." I open my purse and hand him four hundred dollar bills.

"Here." He hands me the Dior shopping bag and I collect it with a smile.

I walk out of the shop with an annoying feeling in my chest. I can't believe that my card has been frozen. I feel so poor.

I know I have my modelling account but that has like only eighteen million dollars or so.

My main account is the real deal.

I sigh and close my eyes then open them and keep walking.

The Dior fragrance I bought is an apology gift for Nicole. I feel bad for kind of kicking her out of my house.

It's just been two days since I had the fight with her then with my dad later that evening.

I haven't hung out with anyone in our group at Hardwood today. I was working on a drawing so I didn't go for lunch. I spent the day with Judy, a classmate of mine.

****

"Hey." Nicole greets me at the entrance door of her house.

"Hey, can we talk?"

"Sure." She opens the door wider for me and I go in.

Mr and Mrs Taylor's house is so different from mine. Everything here is new and current. The house has a certain level of elegance to it. It's so fashionable because there are frames and art pieces with fashionable stuff on.

Everyone can guess that the woman of the house is an iconic fashion designer. Nicole's mum is very talented. She's a natural when it comes to fashion and so are her daughters.

Nicole's elder sister, is the fashion director for Paris Vogue and that is a job that she truly earned.

Their dad, John owns a very successful energy distribution company and he also has stakes in banking, technology and textile manufacturing.

"My room is getting cleaned. Let's talk in the sitting room." She says.

"Okay."

"Jas and Jacob are here." She informs me and I nod. This is so weird. It's so unlike us.

We enter the sitting room and I sit on the armchair. Nicole sits on the couch and faces me. I can tell that she's also nervous cause she keeps avoiding my eyes.

"I'm sorry." I tell her with a small smile.

"Yeah." She says and rubs her arm.

I raise an eyebrow. Am I not getting a 'me too'?

"I didn't really think to tell anyone after I got the letter from Jamie and I went to see him immediately." I go on.

That's the absolute truth. After I read the letter, the only thing that was in my head was to go see him. I didn't think of anything else.

"I get it." She mumbles.

"Nicole, are you okay?"

She takes a deep breath and finally raises her eyes to meet mine. "I slept with Aaron."

My eyes widen. "What?"

"I slept with Aaron Hardwood." She repeats.

"When?" I whisper.

"Last week."

Why? God! Aaron is a player for fuck sake. He's probably carrying some diseases. Was that why she was acting weird last week?

"Was is after I told you guys about Jamie?" I ask, pushing my hair to the side.

"Before." She replies then bites her lower lip.

"Oh." I don't know what to say.

"Does that bother you?"

"Kind of." I fix my sitting position by putting my left leg across the right. "Everyone knows Aaron's reputation so I'm kind of worried about you getting STDs and also he and I used to date."

"Yeah but you weren't in a relationship."

"Yes, we weren't. We only had like three dates and a few kisses." I shrug.

"So you wouldn't mind if he and I dated?" She asks hopefully, making me surprised.

Does she have feelings for him or what?

"I would." I would so fucking mind because I know Aaron. He treats girls like trash.

She frowns. "Why? Your relationship wasn't official."

"This has nothing to do with me, Nicole. Aaron is a good friend but everyone knows how big of a player he is. Remember what happened with Luisa? Our friend?" I remind her.

"That doesn't matter! I want to know how it makes you feel!" She raises her voice.

"I'm worried because I care about you. Aaron isn't the guy that would want to settle for something serious right now." I tell her honestly.

"I don't believe you." She says and I'm suddenly taken back.

I tilt my head to the side. "What?"

"I think you're making this about you. You don't want Aaron and I together because you had a thing with him." She says.

"I told you that's not it! He and I didn't work out for a reason. He totally doesn't do serious relationships."

I have honestly even forgotten that Aaron and I even dated in the past. It was the summer after our high school graduation and something that wasn't serious at all.

"But he wanted to change for you." Nicole says.

I sigh and run my fingers through my hair. "I don't know why you are bringing up something that happened years ago."

"I saw you dancing with him at the club." She pushes.

"It was just a dance. He and I are still friends." I explain. "Can you please stop trying to make up something that doesn't even make sense?"

Aaron and I. Gag!

I mean, he is a very sexy and good looking guy but totally not my type. I would never go for a guy that treats other girls with disrespect.

"Well then, I'm going on a date with him."

"Nicole, I don't-"

"You this, you that. Can you please stop making everything about you?!" She yells and my eyes bulge.

"Hey, what's going on?" Jacob strolls into the room with his arm wrapped around Jasmine's shoulders.

I ignore them and look at Nicole. "What are you talking about? I don't make everything about myself."

She said the same thing two days ago and I thought that it was because I went to see Jamie but something is now telling me that there's more.

She rolls her eyes. "Oh please! The one and only Amelia Smith, Queen of Hardwood University, Miss Beauty and Brains, The Supermodel, Wife of the Sexiest Billionaire Alive!" She exclaims in a cold tone and I gape.

"Nicole." Jasmine glares at her, shrugging of Jacob's arm.

"Seems like you have more titles than Daenerys Targaryen." Nicole adds bitterly.

"Fuck you, Nicole." The words roll out my mouth. "Why are you being such a fucking bitch?" I yell. I'm so fucking angry right now.

"Because you think you're better than everyone else and I'm so sick of that!"

"Nicole, what the fuck, dude?" Jacob chuckles.

"You know what Aaron said to me after we just finished making love? 'Amelia is not going to like this'. That was the first fucking thing he said!" Her voice breaks.

Oh my God! How is that my fucking fault?

"Excuse me, is he not allowed to have a voice of thoughts?" Jacob crosses his arms over his chest.

"Yeah but why did he have to make our moment about her? We had such a great time and then he brought up her name. Amelia is always the centre of attention everywhere we go and yes, I get that she's a fucking celebrity but she didn't have to be brought up in the bed where I just had a mind blowing sex." Nicole angrily cries.

"So you're saying that I have the control of Aaron's thoughts?" I give her a look.

"Of course not."

"Then how is it my fault that he brought up my name? You should be mad at him not me." I simply state.

"But he was right. I argued with him and said you weren't but he said you would and left immediately. Do you know how hurtful that was?"

"That still doesn't explain why you're acting like a bitch towards me, Nicole. That sounds like Aaron giving an excuse for not wanting to sleep with you again because that's the kind of person he is. He only thinks with his dick."

"He said he would take me on a date if you're okay with us dating. Do you realise how fucked up that is? Why does it have to be you who gets to decide that?" She crosses her arms over her chest.

"I don't know, Nicole. Ask fucking Aaron! I don't even know why you want to be with someone like him." I say disgustedly.

"Yeah, well not everyone goes for perfect guys like you. I accept flaws." She spits.

"Will stop already?! You're the one that's making everything about me not me! Those fucking titles that you mentioned, I didn't ask for any of them and I certainly did not ask Aaron to say my name in your bed. If me being who I am bothers you, you are free to walk out of my life. I don't need a fucking best friend that acts the way you're acting right now." I stand up, taking my car keys from the table.

"I'm sorry that Aaron was a dick to you but you should have known that before sleeping with him." I add before walking out of the room.

I don't understand this at all.

Is she jealous of me?

Gosh! Just the thought makes me cringe.

She's my best friend for God sake!

I never acted like I'm better than her in any way. I don't even think that I am. Nicole is the most gorgeous girl ever.

I'm so fucking confused and frustrated.

I leave the house in tears and go into Adam's Aston Martin and drive off.

****

"Mrs Black."

"Mrs Black."

"I'm not in the mood, Randy." I tell him as I'm about to go into mine and Adam's house.

"I'm sorry but I just wanted you to know about your cars."

I freeze. "My cars?"

"Yes, most of them were taken while you were at school. There are only three left in the garage." He says and I turn around to face him.

Fuck!

"Which ones?"

"The Lamborghini, the Lykan Hypersport and the Mercedes-AMG GT C Roadster." He answers and close my eyes.

Of course. Those are the only cars that I bought with my own money. All my other cars were bought by my father except for my Mercedes, which my mum got me on my twentieth birthday. I can't believe that Dad had all of them taken away.

"Randy." I whisper.

"Yes?"

"Are you saying my Bugatti Veyron and my Rolls Royce are not in the garage?"

Those are my two favourite cars!

"Yes."

I gasp out loud "I think I'm going to faint." I let go of my body but Randy holds me with a chuckle. "You'll be fine." He says.

I won't. Three cars? Oh My God!

The horror.

At least, I can drive Adam's amazing cars.

"The paintings that you ordered have arrived. I will ask someone to put them up tomorrow." Randy tells me.

"Okay, thanks." I walk inside my house. Hmmm, it smells so nice.

This place has been my safe haven. Adam was right when he said he has given my dream house because it really is. There's everything for me here. I know it took me a while before I accepted it as my home and just doing that made me happier than ever.

I love the maids and all the people that work here. They are so nice and we're like a family.

When, I reach my room, I take off my clothes and wear a short silk nightwear.

I have honestly had the worst week ever. First I had the fight with Adam, then my dad cut me off and now, my best friend.

Tears pool in my eyes again and I quickly wipe them. I go into my closet and take my secret shoebox. I open it and pull out Liam's picture.

If only he was here.....

A tear slips from my eyes and I break down. Things would have been so much better if I had him with me. He was always there for me and had my back in everything.

I love him so much. He made me happy. I never got sad when he was around.

Why did he leave?

Just why?

****