#Chapter 18 - Meet the Stepmom

Amelia uses her shoulder to push open the front door, wheeling her carry-on suitcase behind her and pressing her phone to her ear. “The Balenciaga,” she says. “Yeah, listen, I’ve got to go.” She tosses the phone aside, running the last few steps across the room to where Victor is standing, jumping up into his arms and wrapping her legs around his waist. Victor had intended to be stern, to break the news to her as soon as he could, but…almost involuntarily, he wraps his arms around her, burying his face into the space between her neck and shoulder. He growls softly. “I missed you, baby,” Amelia says, taking his face in her hands and kissing him softly, licking the tip of his nose and laughing. “Did you miss me?” Victor cups her ass with one hand and presses her tightly against him with the other. She laughs and wiggles, whispering “Do we have time? Before the party at the Club?” At this, Victor takes a step back and wraps his hand around her wrist. “We’re