His Ex-wife Is An Heiress (Amara and Tobias) novel Chapter 49

The following morning, after waking up and taking a quick shower, Amara decided to head downstairs and check if the person responsible for her late night predicament was home.

And as luck would have it, Melanie was downstairs, watching TV while munching on a slice of crusty toast bread. She looked up from the meal at the sound of her friend approaching.

“Morning.” She greeted happily, smiling from ear to ear as if she knew something Amara didn’t.

“And what’s got you happy so early in the morning?” Amara casted a suspicious gaze at Melanie as she walked over to the kitchen and began brewing coffee, setting two slice of bread into the toaster on the side.

Melanie’s grin widened and her eyes glinted. “So,” She began, a mischievous smile adorning her lips. “Tell me, did the toy help?”

At the mention of the toy, Amara nearly dropped the mug in her hands.

Melanie took in her reaction before she sprang up from the chair and rushed at her. “It worked, didn’t it? You don’t even need to answer,” She pointed at Amara’s reddening cheeks. “Your cheeks say all that’s meant to be said.”

“Mel,” Amara groaned, covering her face. “How did you even know?”

“Well,” The brunette chuckled. “You didn’t exactly close the door, so, I heard everything.”

“Everything?!” Amara squealed face flushing redder than it previously was.

“Yup.” Melanie grinned. “You must have had a good night’s rest, considering the amount of screaming you did.”

“Shut up,” Amara whined and covered her face. “This is so embarrassing. I’m definitely going to move out.”

Melanie’s laughter laugh seized the moment those words left Amara’s lip. “You’re still head strong on that idea? I mean I did promise not to bring any pimp home and if it’s about your moans,” She playfully knocked her knuckles against the walls. “This baby is soundproof…as long as the door is shut properly.”

Amara glared at Melanie, silently asking her to get drop the topic before she be the one who does the dropping.

“Fine,” Melanie conceded, but none the less, pouted like a reluctant baby. “I won’t pester you on it anymore. Have you found a place to move into?”

Amara nodded her head. She opened her phone and accessed the pictures Lorenzo had sent her, placing her phone on the kitchen island for Melanie to see as she retrieved her coffee.

“Lorenzo took the initiative to buy me a place,”

Melanie examined the outer picture of the house as Amara explained.