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

For the first few seconds, the air around that area of the club seemed to freeze.Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Amara couldn't move nor say a word, all she could do was stare at the group before her, more specifically, the man who had once held her heart and soul in his hand.

But as frozen as the atmosphere was, it quickly thawed and was replaced with something cold, bitter and hateful.

The very same hatred that had grown between the two, Amara's own being newer and hotter.

For a second, the tension nearly became unbearable as neither of them wanted to look away, refusing to end the silent war of glares going on.

"I think it's best if we just find another spot." Melanie said at last, trying her best to defuse the tension that had settled around them.

Her words were what snapped Amara out of her trance. She looked away from Tobias, a deep frown on her face, and followed after her best friend when Melanie tugged her in the direction of a new table.

As she moved, she could feel Tobias's eyes following her, staring at her back as she walked, but she refused to turn around and look, she was better than that.

When they arrived at their new table, a waiter quickly appeared to take their order.

"A shot of tequila and a bottle of whiskey." Melanie eagerly stated, wanting to kick the night off as soon as possible.

Once the waiter was gone, she turned to face Amara, a smile settling across her face as she asked. "So? How was your first day at work?"

"Tiring." Amara answered honestly.

"Did those nasty work bitches give you a hard time?"

Amara thought about the executives. Some of them had given her a hard time, but not the way Melanie was thinking. They were just a little too talkative and curious for her liking.

"They're not really a problem, Mel." She replied. "Nothing I can't handle." She assured.

Melanie nodded. "And the work itself? How was it? Nothing too tough I hope?"

"No," Amara shook her head. "Surprisingly, I was familiar with everything." Picking her glass of whiskey after the waiter had returned, she took a shot before continuing. "I that studying I did during my married years must be paying off." "That's my girl." Melanie cheered and raised her glass. "A toast, to not being a useless housewife!"

"To not being a useless housewife!"

Glasses clashed and alcohol was chugged down.

"Ah, I can feel it loosening me up." Melanie sighed happily and leaned back against the soft material of the couch. "This is exactly what I needed. It's been a long while since I've had the chance to chill

"I feel the same." Amara agreed.

"I mean, between work, my father's messy affairs and my brothers, I've barely had time for myself. So this is really what I needed. Cheers!" She raised her glass once again and chugged the rest of the contents down.

"Mn." Amara replied, mirroring Melanie's actions and swallowing the content of her glass.

Just as she placed her glass down, someone occupied the seat beside her.

"May I seat?" The stranger asked, his gaze locked on Amara's.

She frowned, wondering what a person would be asking a question like that, especially when he had already sat down without waiting for her to answer.

"If I said no, would you stand up?" She asked, a bit annoyed by the man's audacity.

The man smiled and shook his head. "I'd just ignore your response and seat."

"Then I guess there's no point in me answering your question." She said and turned away, taking another sip from her drink and ignoring the obvious look Melanie gave her. "Can I...buy you a drink?" The man asked.

Amara raised a brow, but kept her gaze fixed elsewhere. "I'm not alone."

The man's smile widened at her

answer. "I know." He waved at Melanie, who happily returned the

gesture don't think your prett

friend over there minds my

presence. So, can I buy you a drink?"

Finally, Amara looked the stranger in his eyes, but her gaze was dull and uninterested. "I think I'll pass." She said, passing along enough of a hint for him to get the message and leave her alone.

Thankfully, he was smart enough to catch the hint and with a defeated sigh, he stood up from the seat and took his business elsewhere.

"Ah, you spoilt the vibe!" Melanie jabbed her straight in the ribcage as soon as they were alone. "I was hoping you would entertain him. He seems fun."

"He seeming 'fun' wouldn't change the fact that I'm not in the mood to deal with men. Urgh, men."