Do you think she should have forgiven Arthur?
The next few days, Regina occupied her time by going to work in the mornings and playing games with Arthur at night. After the flowers, she had not heard from Owen ever since, and she did not want to bother him, so playing video games diverted her attention from worrying so much. Because of Owen’s absence, she did not notice that Arthur would show up at the Bennet mansion and say hi to her in the mornings. Regina did not question why he was there, thinking he had some errand from Mr. Dalton. They would talk about the game for a few minutes until Bella started barking in the car. The dog did not like Arthur, even though Regina did everything to get them closer. Bella would sniff at his hand holding the treats, but she would never take them, snarling at him instead. So Regina kept her in the car while she talked to Arthur. Sometimes it was Myles or Yvan that would cut their conversations short, especially because both men were fond of Bella, and they would come out specifically to
Regina inhaled sharply as Owen moved to the other side of her neck, left bare when she stopped him from his earlier move. She closed her eyes as Owen rubbed his chin on it. “Is it my turn?” she said through her teeth when he stopped She wanted to play hard to get, but it was her fault they haven’t communicated the past few days, and she wanted to make up for it. And since most of the people in the house did not know he was home yet, nobody would barge into his office to find him, so they had the room to themselves. Regina unbuttoned his half-open shirt while kissing his neck. “I missed you, and I’m sorry for the misunderstanding.” Owen did not think he’d miss her. When she said nothing after sending the gifts over, he thought she was too overwhelmed to say anything. He went overboard with the flowers and the size of the teddy bear because he wanted to make up for the time they spent apart and the lack of communication on his end. The vases signified the number of days he would be
That Saturday, Regina had a visitor early in the morning. Jeffrey announced on the intercom that Owen was downstairs to see her, so she answered to send him upstairs. Still in her short silk pjs, she opened the door sleepily, uncaring if Owen saw her without makeup or sleep in her eyes. Owen held his temper in check. He came to apologize, but Regina was already pushing his limit. Regina wore nothing to cover her sleepwear, a silk camisole set that was half decent from the front, but as soon as she turned around, it looked more like lingerie than something she should sleep in. The shorts were cut high on her thighs, covering half her butt cheeks, while the back of her top was held together by pieces of string. He tried to tamp down the stirring inside him, but Regina made it harder when she laid on the couch like a sleeping cat and hugged the long pillow between her thighs. “What do you want?” she asked with a yawn. “I don’t have work today, and you would have sent me a message i
Regina woke up to the sound of soft snoring beside her ear. She thought it was Bella sprawled beside her when she felt her whole body pinned down. She turned her head and remembered Owen asking if he could stay and rest for a bit, but she wondered how they came to sleep side by side. It was something they’d have to talk about later, but at the moment, she smiled and closed her eyes. She did not want to wake him up, knowing he had a very tiring trip, so she just enjoyed the arm he had around her, keeping her warm. When she woke up the second time, she was facing Owen with her legs and arms wrapped around his body. One of his arms acted as her pillow, while the other tangled with the strings on her back. She needed to use the bathroom and did not know how to get up without waking him. But she needn’t worry because, after a few minutes, she felt him stir. He hugged her tighter and rubbed his morning wood against her body. “Owen, you need to wake up. I need to go to the bathroom.” S
Owen’s huge mahogany oak table always gave her the impression that it should belong in an old dark library filled with wall to wall books. She imagined it holding huge manuscripts the scholars would take out and read at once, all stacked up high on the desk. But after lying horizontally half naked on it with Owen on top of her, she would never think of it as a boring piece of furniture. It was something sexy. Owen slid both straps of her camisole from her shoulders, baring her breasts, making him groan when he saw them bounce from their confinement. They were fuller and more plump than he imagined them to be, and as he held them in his palms, they felt just right. Regina closed her eyes as Owen’s lips followed the path of his thumbs, licking and encircling one nipple after the other. She felt so overwhelmed by the feelings that shot through her body she had to hold on to Owen’s shoulders to stop from falling into a puddle on the floor. “Owen?” she called out his name when he sto
Hailey was confused. People were speaking so fast that she did not understand what was happening. Mandy had left, so she had no one to tell her what to do. Ronnie said he was a doctor, so she followed him when he instructed her to go with Owen so they can head home. She still did not know why she needed to go home with him, but followed the doctor with friendly eyes, anyway. “Mom, I’m sending you home with the driver. I brought my car over so I will see you at our house,” Owen instructed James not to do any side trips and head straight for home. Owen started the car, but at the doors to the lobby, he saw someone familiar, and he wouldn’t have said anything except that he just left Regina alone and did not want anybody else to call on her. Especially not this guy. He grabbed onto the man’s arm before he could even press the intercom for the doorman. “What are you doing here, Arthur? It’s the weekend. What business do you have with Regina?” “What if I’m not here to see her? Did yo
Owen frowned. Kids usually repeat what adults say, so he wondered if Regina had introduced Jason as her boyfriend. “I’m your—” “Uncle Jason is not my boyfriend, sweetie,” Regina said to remedy the situation, but her niece was unconvinced. “He should be your boyfriend because he brought us sweets,” added the one further from Owen, and he was surprised that the girls looked identical. “What did you bring us?” the twin beside Owen asked, but both stared at him pointedly. “He brought us chocolate cake,” Regina replied, saving Owen from their wrath. “Okay, I vote for him,” the girl beside Owen yelled. “And I vote for him. He has dimples,” the one beside Jason replied. “Sorry guys, they’re twins, and their names are Thing 1 and Thing 2.” She giggled after referencing their favorite fantasy movie, Alice in Wonderland. “Auntie Reggieee,” they both whined in unison. “What? Are you embarrassed? They’re not your boyfriends. They don’t care.” The twin six-year-olds looked at their chosen
“Don’t be so dramatic. You didn’t see anything.”“I did, and that will be hard to scrub from my memory. Maybe a few more weeks of babysitting will completely erase it.”“Hah! You wish.” She countered.“I think you should tell these guys to get dressed. My wife is drooling too much.” Regina laughed. Her brother was not wrong.Owen and Jason were eye candy. They looked like they hit the gym regularly as their muscles and abs looked toned, but Owen had more definition.Regina blushed when she remembered they were all over each other the day before, and she had her fingers touching and exploring his body.She had to fan herself before announcing that it was time to shower so they could get dressed and eat dessert before they headed home.Ronnie and Carmen used Regina’s bathroom while she ushered the men to the extra bedrooms to give them their toiletries. “I really appreciate that you stayed when my nieces begged so hard and cried for you to stay.”“How could I say no? I’m a sucker for p