Falling For Her contracted Husband

THIRD PERSON POV

Amanda walked into Ocean's office with a calmness that belied the storm her presence carried. Ocean, seated behind his polished oak desk, glanced up briefly, expecting his general manager. But as the door closed softly behind her, he realized it wasn't the familiar figure he anticipated. Amanda stood there, deviously gorgeous, her dress hugging her curves in ways that made him immediately regret the control he prided himself on. 

Her confidence radiated as though she had planned every second of this moment, and it struck him that this was the first time they were alone in six months. Six long months since she had walked out of his life, leaving him to pick up the pieces of what she'd shattered.

Ocean tried to keep his composure, though his heart raced and his mind struggled to align the image before him with the reality of their estrangement. 

"Amanda," he said, his voice carefully measured. "What are you doing here?" It was the safest thing he could think to say, a neutral line in the minefield she'd just created with her mere presence.

She tilted her head, a small, amused smile playing on her lips, as if his reaction was precisely what she had expected. 

"That's how you're going to greet me?" she asked, her voice tinged with surprise and mock reproach. 

"Acting like you didn't miss me? Is that really how you say hi to the love of your life?" The words hung in the air, her tone casual yet cutting, like a scalpel slicing through his carefully maintained defenses.

Ocean blinked, thrown by her audacity and the unshaken confidence in her stance. He had spent months convincing himself that she wouldn't come back, that she had moved on without a second thought. Yet here she was, standing in his office as though she owned not just the room but also his reaction, his heart, and his sanity. Her confidence left him confused and unsteady, emotions he wasn't accustomed to. He leaned back in his chair, masking the turmoil inside him with a calm exterior. 

"Love of my life?" he echoed, as if testing the phrase on his tongue, unsure if it belonged there anymore.

Ocean leaned back in his chair, his jaw tightening, the nerve of her, striding in as if she hadn't shattered his world months ago. He pushed away the pile of documents he'd been pretending to focus on, his dark eyes locking onto hers with the weight of all the anger and betrayal he'd been bottling up. 

"You really have the audacity to walk in here," he spat, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. 

"Like nothing happened. Like you didn't dump me and disappear." 

Amanda hesitated, her fingers curling around the edge of his desk. Her glossy brown eyes wavered for a moment before she straightened her shoulders, her confidence slipping into place like a mask. 

"Ocean, I didn't mean to—" 

"Don't. Don't you dare stand there and act like you're the victim," he interrupted, his voice rising as he stood abruptly. The chair screeched against the polished floor. 

"You left me. Ghosted me. And then I find out you married Blake? You didn't even have the decency to tell me to my face. And now, you're here? Why?" 

Amanda's lips parted, but no words came out at first. She reached out, her fingers brushing against his arm, soft and deliberate, a gesture she must have known would disarm him. 

"Ocean, I— I didn't have a choice," she murmured, her voice a blend of guilt and seduction. 

"It wasn't my fault. You know I didn't want to leave you." 

He jerked his arm away as if her touch burned him, his expression hardening. "You didn't want to leave me?" His voice dripped with incredulity. 

"You didn't want to leave, but you did. You didn't want to hurt me, but you got married. To Blake, Amanda. Blake!" 

Her gaze dropped, a flicker of shame crossing her face, but it wasn't enough. Not for him. She stepped closer, her perfume—a maddening mix of familiarity and heartbreak—invading his senses. 

"I missed you," she whispered, her voice barely audible but heavy with meaning. "Every single day. I missed you, Ocean." 

The words hit him like a slap, and he snapped. "Don't. Just don't." His voice was raw, and he hated the vulnerability that cracked through his anger. 

"You don't get to say that. Not after what you did. You don't get to miss me while playing house with Blake. Do you even realize what you've done? You ruined me, Amanda!" 

"I didn't mean to!" she shot back, her voice rising to match his. "You think I wanted any of this? That I didn't think about you every damn day since I walked away?" 

"Don't lie to me," Ocean snarled, leaning over the desk, his hands gripping the edge as he glared at her. 

"You thought about me while signing your vows, huh? While saying 'I do'? Spare me your lies, Amanda." 

Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, and for a fleeting moment, he saw the woman he had fallen for, the woman he had once imagined a future with. But the memory only made the betrayal cut deeper.

Amanda's voice cut through the air, sharp and laden with frustration. "Ocean, this isn't just about me. Don't you dare make it seem like every argument is my fault!" She stepped closer, her eyes locking onto his, her gaze unwavering. 

"You're no saint here. You've got plenty of skeletons in your closet, starting with your supposed secretary." Her tone dripped with sarcasm as she emphasized the word. 

"Explain to me, Ocean—how does a woman go from working for you to becoming your girlfriend, and then, what's next? Your wife? I don't understand."

Ocean opened his mouth, ready to defend himself, but Amanda wasn't finished. She stepped even closer, her presence both intimidating and alluring. Her voice softened slightly, though her words still carried weight. 

"You've always thought you could dance your way around these things, haven't you?" 

Her lips curled into a knowing smile as she tilted her head, her hand brushing lightly against his chest. 

"I've got you, Ocean. You think I don't see it? You're wrapped around my finger, whether you want to admit it or not." 

Her voice dropped to a whisper as she leaned in closer, her lips nearly brushing his ear. "And I know you can't resist me," she murmured, her eyes watching every flicker of his reaction. His resolve visibly crumbled; his shoulders relaxed, his breath hitched slightly, and Amanda smirked, knowing she'd hit her mark.

Just then, the door creaked open, and the atmosphere froze. Sky stood in the doorway, a stack of documents clutched tightly in her hands. Her face was pale, her eyes wide, and her expression unreadable—half shock, half something else Amanda couldn't quite place. Sky didn't move, her feet glued to the spot as her eyes darted between Amanda and Ocean, the tension in the room heavy enough to suffocate. 

The silence stretched unbearably, and Amanda was the first to speak, her voice cool and unbothered. 

"Sky," she said with an arched brow, "don't just stand there. Did you need something?" 

Sky blinked, snapping out of her daze, though her grip on the papers remained white-knuckled. 

"I—uh, I brought the documents you forgot," she managed, her voice shaky but professional. 

Her gaze avoided Amanda entirely, focusing on Ocean, who was still visibly reeling from the moment prior.

"Perfect timing," Amanda said, her tone almost mocking as she stared at Sky who had a ghostlike look on her face.