Amelia’s POV
I had wondered what it would be like to smash this glass cup against the side of his head, and the sound it would make. I mean, the glass cup was a pretty thick glass, but his head was hard as well.
That was why he was such an ass to the cook last night for baking cookies for him. I mean, it took someone who cared about you to take their time to bake something for you, and all the i***t could do was snap.
That thought had crossed my mind many times last night and this morning, even while I worked in my office. I wondered if he would bleed, and if it would blood.
Pardon me, but sometimes I wondered if this man had blood running through his veins or the blue liquid of jerkiness.
“So, that’s all ma’am.” Ava said and I looked up, suddenly having an overwhelming feeling of Dé
