THE BILLIONAIRE SECRETARY - Episode 43
JAMES POV
Amy had I have been hanging out for weeks
now and it was strange how I was feeling. I
knew that I liked her and that there was
something special about her, but I was still
unsure of what it was.
At first, our hangouts had been casual and
we had just enjoyed each other’s company.
We’d talk about life, books, movies and
anything else that came to mind. But as the
weeks passed, I found myself wanting to spend
more time with her. We had started to hang out
more often and it felt like I was getting to know
her better despite the fact that we have been
friends since childhood. We would laugh, joke
and even have deep conversations. I had never
connected with someone like this before and it
felt nice.
However, as the days passed, I found it
harder and harder to deny my feelings for her.
Every time we were together I felt a spark
between us and I could tell that she felt it too.
We would get lost in conversations, talking
about anything and everything. We had become
so close that I felt like I could tell her anything.
This feeling is more than friendship. My
thoughts were consumed by her and it was
becoming harder and harder to keep my
feelings at bay. I wanted to tell her how I felt but
I was scared. I was scared of rejection and of
ruining our friendship. I knew that I had to tell
her eventually but I kept putting it off. I liked the
place we were in now and I can’t think of how
else it could be.
Since the day, at Beverly Park, I could sense
something has changed. I started to realize that
I was developing feelings for her. I had never
felt this way before and it was both exciting and
terrifying at the same time. I tried to push the
feeling away, but I could not deny the fact that I
was falling for her. It was a strange feeling and I
was unsure of what to do. I wonder if she could
sense it too.
On one hand, I wanted to just tell her how I
felt, but on the other hand, I was scared of what
might happen if I did. I didn’t want to ruin our
friendship, but I also couldn’t keep it to myself
any longer. I kept seeing her, but I was careful to
keep my emotions in check. I felt like I had to be
careful around her, not wanting to give away my
feelings. I would try to be as casual as possible
and keep the conversation light-hearted.
But it was hard to ignore the feelings that I
had for her. Every time I saw her, I felt like I was
melting inside. I wanted to tell her how I felt, but
I was still so scared. I was worried that if I told
her, she wouldn’t feel the same way and I would
just make things awkward between us.
The more time we spent together, the more I
wanted to tell her. I wanted her to know how
much I cared about her and how much I wanted
to be with her. But I was still scared of what
might happen if I did. I couldn’t imagine how
life would be without Amy and as a result, I
can’t be the one to jeopardise our friendship
over mere feelings.
I needed an excuse to see Amy again. Was I
getting obsessed over her or am I really falling
for her? I thought of something and I had a plan
to see Amy again. I quickly grabbed my car keys
and ran downstairs to the garage. I unlocked my
car and drove straight to Amy’s house. The
Medina’s were on a business trip and Amy was
the only one around alongside the house helps
and guards.
I waited outside the door of Amy’s house, my
heart racing. Why was I so nervous? I let put a
deep breath, and knocked on the door of Amy’s
room. Nancy told me Amy was in her room
upstairs and I went in to see her. It was like an
eternity before Amy opened the door. She was
wearing a bright yellow dress, and her hair was
pulled back in a messy bun. I was taken aback
by how beautiful she looked, and I could barely
find the words to ask her.
“Hey Amy,” I said.
“Maxwell, what’s up?” She said casually
leaning by the door.
“Don’t ki|| me but I was wondering if you would
like to go to a restaurant with me this evening.
It’s a really popular place, and I want to try it out
but I want us to do that together.” I told her.
“So this invitation is so special that you had to
leave your big and comfortable mansion to
come here to invite me in person. Wow,
Maxwell, I’m honoured. “ She said curtsying.
Why does she have to make this so hard for
me?
“Hmm..yeah…that. “ I murmured.
“I really am the best person in your life James. I
can see that.” She laughed.
“Don’t be a pickle Medina. Are you coming with
or not?” I told her smirking.
She smiled and nodded. “That sounds like fun,”
she said. “When do you want to go?” “How
about 7..I mean I can pick you up around 7 pm.”
Amy nodded.
“That sounds great. I’ll see you later.
Now get out of my hair Maxwell, I have a date
to prepare for.” She shut the door and I smiled. I
headed home almost immediately to prepare.
I arrived at Amy’s house right on time. I was
wearing a crisp white shirt and a pair of dark
jeans. Amy was wearing a bright pink dress, and
she looked absolutely stunning. I took a deep
breath, and offered her my arm. “Shall we?” I
asked. Amy laughed. “since when did you
become a gentleman?” She asked me coyly and
took my hand.
“I told you. Its a fancy restaurant.” I told her
smirking. “Sure, let’s go.” She said.
When we arrived at the restaurant, I was taken
aback by the sheer beauty of the place. The
walls were decorated with beautiful paintings,
and the atmosphere was warm and inviting.
Amy smiled at me and we found a table near
the back of the restaurant.
The restaurant had a modern, sleek design.
The walls were painted in neutral colours; beige
and grey. It had upscale lighting fixtures, like
chandeliers, wall sconces, and pendant lights.
The tables were covered in crisp white linens
and adorned with simple yet elegant
centrepieces. The chairs were upholstered in
plush fabrics, velvet and leather. The waiters
were dressed in formal attire. The bar area was
stocked with a selection of fine wines, liquors,
and craft beers.
I looked at the menu on the table. The menu
had classic American dishes with modern
interpretations. I decided to get the steak which
according to the menu was accompanied by a
unique sauce or a fresh salad while Amy had
the pasta and oyster sauce. The overall
atmosphere of the restaurant was sophisticated
yet relaxed.
Throughout the evening, we talked about our
families, our interests and dreams. We shared
stories and laughed until our sides hurt. We
were so caught up in the conversation that we
didn’t even notice when the restaurant closed. I
offered to drive Amy home, and she accepted.
On the drive back, they talked about our future
plans and dreams.
“I would love to live in England.” Amy said.
“Why England of all places?” I asked her,
deeply interested in the conversation.
“Well, I love British accent. They’re all like..
could you please pass me the sauce innit..? Or
whatdju mean?” I laughed so hard.
“I just love England.” She added.
I looked at her and smiled. I felt a connection
between us that i had never felt with anyone
else.
Soon, we arrived at Amy’s house and I walked
her to the door. She turned to me and smiled.
“Thank you for a wonderful evening, James,”
Amy said. “I had a great time.” I smiled back at
her. “Me too.” I reached out and touched her
hand, and we looked into each other’s eyes. It
was as if we were the only two people in the
world. She felt the chemistry. I am certain.
There’s so much spark between us and I could
bet on my life that Amy felt what I was feeling.
“Goodnight, Amy,” i said finally, snapping out
of my thoughts.
“Goodnight,” Amy said, and with that, she
stepped inside her house and closed the door.
I walked back to my car, feeling happier than I
had ever felt before. I had just had the most
perfect evening, and I couldn’t wait to see Amy
again. I began counting the hours. I started the
car and drove off into the night, feeling content.