This morning Amelia and I are lazily staying in bed as no four-year old requires our attention and we sleep late, but hunger always manages to wake me up and my stomach starts growling.

"Hey baby you want me to order room service?"

"Yes please. I'm starving. Can we have brunch? Unless we are expected somewhere?"

She tells me we don't need to be at the stadium before late in the afternoon and orders a full breakfast with waffles, pancakes, bacon, scrambled eggs, a gallon of black coffee, juice...and bread and jam she adds quickly before hanging up.

"Juliette? You ok?" I hear concern in Amelia's voice and notice my hands are shaking.

"Yeah I'm alright. Low blood sugar is all." I leave for the bathroom and take a pill I swallow with the help of tap water.

"Amelia, we should tell Lily about us." I say when I return to bed. "I don't want to hide from her anymore when I want to kiss you, besides...I have the feeling she knows."

"She does."

"What do you mean?"

"She asked me one night if I like you." I arch my eyebrow, awaiting her answer and surprised Lily felt more comfortable talking to Amelia about it. "I told her that...I love you."

"You did? And...what did she say?"

"That she was ok with it. So maybe, you two could move in with me? You almost live with me already so I figured....but if you don't want to, no problem...it can wait...and if you two don't like the penthouse we can look for another place...or we could..."

"Amelia... stop being so insecure when it comes to our relationship. I love you and I want what you want ok? Just as much as you do." She nods, a bit reassured but I see in her gaze my words are not enough, I still feel their apprehension. I don't get that she can be so insecure at times with her feelings and mine for her, but now that I know I'll just be careful and do my best to show her she has nothing to be afraid of and that she's all I want.

After brunch we shower together and get dressed for the match. Amelia was invited in a privatised part of the stadium where all the sponsors will be gathered. I am growing a bit anxious to meet some big shots and the client who made her previous week hell. Powerful people tend to make me nervous and I usually end up behaving foolishly among them. But I'm very happy to be there for Amelia and I get to watch the match so it's a win win.

Amelia told me to dress casually for the event but I still want to look good and make a particular effort in my make up and the choice of clothes I had packed: a dark blue pencil skirt and a white button-up that totally match the necklace she offered me last night. She slowly looks at me up and down, approving. She's still dressed with only her towel as she couldn't decide on what to wear despite the only two outfits she had brought. She takes them both to the bathroom and finally exits with a pair of tight jeans and a light blue button-up, the same colour as her eyes. The necklace around her neck falls gracefully between her breasts and I can't take my eyes off it - or is it off them ?

I walk slowly to her, totally mersmerized by the beauty in front of me and place my hands on her hips, inspecting the necklace closer. I take in her perfume. My senses are on overload and the need to touch her, to taste her, is stronger than anything. I delicately place my lips between her breasts, just underneath the necklace as my hands start unbottoning her blouse.

"When are we expected at he stadium?"

"In..." She has a quick look at the watch on her wrist "two hours. I guess we're not going for a walk at the beach front then?" She pouts.

I stop licking the side of her breast and look up into her eyes that tell me she's only joking. I get rid of her blouse and toss it on the floor before attacking her neck but she pushes me softly and takes it from the floor "I can't let it crease..." I roll my eyes at her, wondering how she can even be thinking straight when my own brain is not. I feel very hot suddenly, and not just because I'm completely turned on by the goddess in front of me. My arms are heavy and I need to lie down.

Amelia doesn't notice my demeanour, she is used to having me under her and doesn't even question where I want her to be. She straddles me and unbottons my shirt. Her loose hair falls in front of her face and I make out her piercing blue eyes peeping at me through this light veil. She leans closer to my face her hands on the side of my stomach as she's reaching behind my back to unclasp my bra and her touch tickles me. I laugh out loud and she removes her hands, sitting on me to wait for the fit of laughter to go away. She knows she can't do anything to me when I'm in that overly sensitive state. But this time it's way longer than usual, I cry and laugh and can't stop. She tries to kiss me anyway but even my not ticklish parts have become ticklish now. And she's pouting, her arms crossed, looking at me with a stern look. For fuck's sake I'm not one of her employees.

"Gosh....Amelia....I'm sorry....I really...can't stop....laughing." But it's too late the moment's gone, she's off me and putting her blouse on again. Argh well done you.

Seeing her getting all dressed again really helps my laughing fit subside and I quickly get off the bed and rush to her.

"Amelia." I say playfully taking her hands in mine to stop her but she's not amused and continues getting dressed, staring blankly at the wall behing me. "Amelia." I sing, but still no reaction. My brain is still not functioning the way it shoud and I start to find the situation quite amusing, though somehow, I know it really isn't but I can't help it. I start laughing again, provoking a heavy sigh from Amelia.

"I need to go for a walk. I'll be back in an hour." She leaves. And now I'm not amused anymore. What the hell just happaned?

I feel really angry at her, it's not my fault if I'm ticklish really. But I admit this time was the worst. Something's terribly wrong with my body for reacting the way it is but I won't dwell on it, there's not really much I can do about it anyway, and I refuse to stay grounded in the hotel room so I decide to go for a walk as well. But I don't go very far, I'm still woozy, and I just sit on a bench looking absent-mindedly at the sea in front of me. I space out and after a short while I notice my phone is buzzing furiously in my back pocket.

"Juliette where are you, I've sent you hundreds of texts!"

I look at my phone, I've just been out twenty minutes and I see she's telling the truth. Oddly I didn't feel the incoming texts.

"I'm outside the hotel, I didn't get far with those bloody crutches."

"I thought...never mind, I'm coming don't move."

I immediately spot Amelia coming out of the hotel doors and wave. She sits on the bench next to me, not facing me.

"What were you about to say on the phone?" I inquire. But she just stares ahead of her and I don't press her to get an answer, sensing she's still probably mad. But she breaks the silence "I thought you'd left me."

"Right, I wouldn't go far with my cast."

"Is it the only reason you're still here?"

"Of course. Without the cast I'd be on a plane right now." I answer but my stupid joke doesn't register and she looks terrified and on the verge of tears. Gosh I'm so dumb sometimes. Good job on reassuring your woman Juliette.

"Baby look at me." She snaps her head at me, taken by surprise by the way I've just called her for the first time. "With or without the cast, there's no way I'm leaving you. No matter if you try to push me away at times, I'll always be there, waiting for you to come around."

"I'm really sorry about earlier. I don't know what came over me."

"Just....Don't leave like that again. Talk to me." she slowly nods her assent and takes my hand in hers. "Why are you acting like you're trying to sabotage us at times, and at others you're all shy and weirdly cute?"

She inhales deeply and exhales slowly. "I told you my previous, also first, relationship left me scarred. The woman I was with cheated on me when I thought we were in a good place and that I was finally not afraid of moving forward with her. When she left me she told me I was selfish...a stuck up bitch. She said..." she stops, and tears are now rolling down her cheeks. I dry them away with my thumbs and leave my hands on the side of her face.

"What else did she say?"

"She said that..." she inhales again deeply before finishing her sentence "she said I'm terrible in bed, that I couldn't fuck her properly."

I don't know if I want to laugh or cry...probably both seeing how scarred that bitch has left my Amelia. I so want to track her down and punch her. "She really damaged you good." I take Amelia in my arms. Remembering all that has overwhelmed her and she's silently sobbing. I stroke her back, kissing the side of her head. "I hate that bitch. Amelia look at me." She slowly lifts her head from my shoulder allowing me to stare into her beautiful blue eyes. "The last weeks we've spent together are proof you are not a selfish person. You stepped in to take care of my daughter after I broke up with you, you're putting so much effort in bonding with Lily and taking care of me. I had a glimpse of what I thought was selfishness but now I understand it was fear of commitment. You have changed so much in such little time and I'm very proud to witness that and to be your girlfriend. And there's another thing I'm pretty certain about...you definitely know how to make me cum and I can't wait for you to make me. She's probably frigid."

Amelia is staring at me, a bit shocked by my bluntness but soon a smile forms on her lips and she kisses me. "You sure you're not faking?"

I slap her arm and laugh "Amelia....I could never fake that intensity. And I really can't lie anyway. It always shows in my eyes."

"Good to know." She answers with a smirk before kissing me deeply.

"Shall we?" She stands up and extends her hand for me.

"Go back to the hotel room to prove my point?" I finish her question for her although I know there is no time left.

"I love your sense of humour."

There's always half time right?

Once at the stadium we are led to one of the private boxes that is already packed with people drinking champagne and eating ridiculously small canapés. Amelia quickly blends in as she's recognising faces in the crowd, and she introduces me to clients (former, actual or future ones) and to some other professionals who used to study advertising in her class. We finally end up meeting the client from the west coast who doesn't respect people's sleep. He seems really engrossed with himself, he's loud and his expensive suit looks too tight on his fat body. Huge rings are surrounding his sausage fingers and I almost gag when he extends his hand for me to shake, should I bow instead?

"Amelia! Here you are! I've been telling everyone here they need to hire you! I can't wait for the commercial break. You did a tremendous job."

"Thank you again for the opportunity. It's been quite the challenge but I'm ready to take another one anytime." Right.

"And who's that stunning woman accompanying you? I couldn't take my eyes off her." Hello idiot I'm right in front of you. "Does she work for you?"

"This is Juliette. She's my fiancée." Whaaaaat? Ok Juliette breathe. Sure fiancée sounds less highschool label in front of that pig who has been staring at me with his disgusting vicious look. I feel Amelia's hand squeezing mine to make me help get her meaning and I stop freaking out. Now I should give myself that pep talk on commitment.

"Really?" The man seems taken by surprise and I wonder why but he doesn't let me time to wonder long. "The notorious Amelia Sheffield is finally settling down. I thought I'd never see the day."

"People change." She answers curtly "Excuse us, my fiancée needs to sit down."

"Oh, right of course. My apologies. We'll talk later Amelia." He promises.

Thankfully the match is about to start and we are left alone. We settle on leather sits and patiently wait for the players to enter the field. Not my ideal place to watch a match, I'd gladly exchange my sit for a plastic one in the middle of the crowd where all the singing and cheers are but I admit the view is not bad.

After the first twenty minutes the man comes back and brings us glasses of champagne. I refuse mine, explaining medication and alcohol don't mix well together and he empties my glass in one large gulp. Amelia needs to talk with him about a future project and she leaves me with an apologetic smile. She told me it would be more professional than fun and I feel sorry for her but that's exactly why she came here for and I don't mind if she needs to work.

After a short while a man sits next to me and introduces himself. He's good looking and younger than the other creep but he reeks of alcohol and plops heavily on the empty sit next to me. "The word is spreading Amelia Sheffield came accompanied...I had to see for myself."

"Is it such an accomplishment?" I'm already annoyed.

"Well, yes. She has never brought any woman to business dinners or events and she is notoriously known for sleeping around."

I don't answer and keep my attention on the game. He continues, not bothered, as if talking to himself. "I went to college with her. We were in the same classes and she always had girls drooling all around her. It was common knowledge she never slept twice with the same girl. Now that I think of it, I really thought she would end up with that dark-haired girl....what was her name again? She's the only woman I've seen with Amelia, or rather all over her....ah Jennifer. That was the name."

"Excuse me, I need to go to the restroom." I stand but he catches my wrist. "Are you alright? Do you need me to get Amelia?" I tell him no and exit the private box. Gosh those idiots made me so angry. They have no right to talk about Amelia like that. They don't know her and they have no right to make stupid assumptions. It makes me feel sick for her. The mean comments of her employees three days ago come back to my ears and I feel hot all of a sudden, and nauseous. I just have the time to enter a cubicle where I kneel in front of the toilet sit to empty my bowels. What the hell did I eat this morning?

I stumble back to the sink and clutch it hard as I start feeling dizzy. My knuckles turn white and I breathe heavily. I rinse my mouth and put some water on my face and sweaty neck and forehead. I rummage inside my purse and my hands start to shake in panick as I can't find it. I empty its contents on the tiled floor and thank god...here it is: my pill bottle. I take one and close my eyes, waiting for the effect of morphine to kick in. As I open them, I notice the smeared mascara and take some time applying a fresh coat of make up before going back to watch the game.

I join Amelia back and notice she is straining her neck looking for me above the crowd. I walk behind her and slowly trace the length of her back with my hand. "Hey baby." I reassure her.

"I couldn't find you, I texted you."

"Sorry, I went to the restroom. I didn't hear my phone."

"Are you alright? You look...weird."

I nod and take her hand, entertwining our fingers. "I love you. This weekend is perfect. Thank you for that."

"I hope there'll be many more to come." She grins like an idiot. Gosh hearing her say things like that just makes me melt and I grin like an idiot too. I'm lost in her deep blue ocean and my heart starts racing, I lean in closer to kiss her lips but a fat palm grabs her away from me. "Amelia ! The commercials are about to start !!"

Amelia rolls her eyes at me and I get her meaning. We'll catch on that later but right now I can't be her priority. She leads me closer to the screen and we watch closely and with excitement. We see the one she shot at he MET first. It's great but not massive. And finally we glimpse the first scene of the commercial she put so many hours and dedication into. It's a commercial for m&ms and the main actor is a very bossy chef, a little girl making cookies. She's probably about Lily's age, who's bossing cluless adults around in her kitchen. This commercial is really good, quite funny and moving too. I notice Amelia watching me closely from the corner of her eyes, expecing my reaction and I tell her I'm very proud of her work.

"I need to get Lily all the credit. I never could have come up with the idea without her."

But I can't reply anything, the fat man is already taking Amelia away from me. I sit on my own to watch the half time concert and the end of the match.

Finally we are back in the car that drives us to our hotel suite. "I'm sorry I was away most of the night."

"Was it worth it?" I answer playfully, not wanting her to feel guilty.

"Yeah, I have so many business cards in my back pocket."

"I had a great time tonight, don't worry. Don't ever apologize for leaving me while on a business event. I willingly came along although you had warned me."

"Did I tell you how much I love you already?"

"Nop, doesn't ring a bell." She places her hand on my knee and leans in to kiss me. "Is your knee shaking in excitment to go back to the hotel?"

"Hum? What? Yeah, probably. I still need to prove to you I can't fake an orgasm right?"

And I did. Prove it to her. Not fake it.