Chapter 102 Hundred and Two
OWEN WINTERS
A month had passed and the mourning period for my father ended, now what was left was making me the don to this house.
The hall was decorated with blue roses which signified the colour of the house Winters. The chandeliers shone beautifully casting its light around the hall. I took in the sights before going upstairs to get ready.
I stared at the mirror holding my tuxedo jacket, memories of the recent events flooding my head — Ash Winters was dead, father died, Ari Xavier died and my child. I seemed lost because I didn't know when Amy came in.
“Lost in thoughts?” She asked and I smiled, turning to face her. I took her waist pulling her closer to me so that our noses touched.
“A lot of things have happened, it's only necessary to be lost in thoughts, pumpkin,” I whispered, my tone hushed and my breath brushing her lips. She chuckled lightly.
I planted a soft kiss on her lips and started to pull away but she held me tight and kissed me sliding her tongue into my mouth. I let her take over the moment — take over my entirety.
A light grown escaped my lips as I spanned her waist feeling the slender nature of it.
“You look beautiful tonight,” I muttered, biting her neck, she moaned, clutching my shirt tightly.
My hands explored her body, feeling the roundness of her breast, the slight curve on her waist and the thrill I got from her grinding her hips on mine. She swayed her hips slowly while using her tongue to play with my ear.
My muscles tensed and a soft purr escaped me, tension snaking through my body as something raw and primal stirred causing arousal.
I had a ceremony to attend and the guests were already trooping in.
“Pumpkin, I'll ruin your makeup. The guests are probably waiting,” I spoke through gasps, moving away from her.
Amy sighed and embraced me once more. “You're nervous. Trust me, you'll be fine,” she said, pecking my lips and leaving for the party.
She was right. I was going to be fine.
The guests were being entertained while I greeted them with the most pretentious smile I had ever wore. In truth, this was really tiring and the worst part being that Amy was nowhere to be seen.
Without looking, I bumped into a lady and when I looked up my smile faded.
“Mother,” I mumbled, nodding at her and moving towards another direction.
“Owen,” she called, stopping me.
I faced her with a hard expression on my face.
“What is it?”
Mother sighed and moved to me. “I came to congratulate you and I'm so proud, really I am. Maybe we should catch up some other time,” she said, holding my hands. It felt kind of warm with the way her hands were clasped against mine.
“Maybe,” I muttered and left her, she didn't hold me back and it made me feel good.
Next, I met with the Xavier's, Dylan wasn't there which seemed normal.
“Annie!” I said dropping all formalities and giving her a big hug.
“I never thought Owen Winters would grow so big,” she exclaimed, hugging me back.
After what seemed like a few seconds, we let each other go. I assessed her and there wasn't an inkling of a problem. She looked beautiful, especially how she left her hair flying.
“I thought you wouldn't come.”
“Nonsense! I'll always show up for my lovely in-law,” she replied laughing.
My eyes widened in surprise then I joined in the laughter, at least someone approved of me.
“Owen!” Someone squealed and I turned to see Milan. He was dressed in black, his eyes shining mischievously like that of his father.
“Hey,” I greeted, ruffling his hair.
I bent on one knee so he could stop straining his neck.
“This is my first time here, do Amy and you stay here? It's so enormous!”
“Not yet, but soon. You can come anytime you like, you're always welcomed,” I said, slightly patting his cheeks.
I knew how much Dylan hated treating Milan like a child, but that was exactly who he was — a child.
I stood, kissed Annie's fingers and left to entertain the other guests until I sighted Dylan.
I walked over to him, and he turned to me just in time, before I could call his name.
“Mr Xavier,” I greeted, bringing out a hand and he shook it.
He eyed me before speaking, “You look well taken care of,” he commended.
“You can thank Amy for that…” my voice trailed as the look on his face changed.
“You like her a lot.” I nodded in approval.
“Amy is strong now, but you still need to protect her. I'll give you my word Owen Winters, protect her and you can have her, but if she comes running back home, I promise you that I won't hold back,” he swore and a genuine smile suddenly plastered on my lips.
He approved of us.
Finally.
“You don't need to worry, but I have something to ask.”
“Spit it out,” he said, so I continued, “She came to Paris so she could take over the Xavier's family business, what about that?”
Dylan's lips curled up in a tight line as his brows furrowed— a deep scowl darkened his face.
Maybe I asked the wrong question.
“She came to Paris for my approval and seeing all that she's done, I'm sure she doesn't want it again, she has you after all-”
He turned and started to walk away, then added.
“I'll be going back tomorrow, I don't want to set my eyes on you lovesick puppies.”
I left the party to escape from the noise and entertainment and to catch some air. I still hadn't found Amy and I was worried. I found myself going to the garden where the merry couldn't reach.
Just then, I sighted Amy not too far away and on instinct I called her.
She turned and waved for me to come over to her.
“I was looking all over for you,” I said, taking long strides towards her.
She chuckled but said nothing.
“What are you thinking?” I asked, curious to know.
Amy shrugged, but answered anyway. “Everything. From the day I left home for Paris till now, everything that has happened so far is crazy,” she said, which made me laugh.
I pulled her to me so that our chest touched.
“But we're here anyway. We survived Amy and we will keep living as long as we have each other.”
Why was I getting sentimental? Was it because the full moon shone brightly or because the most beautiful woman stood beside me, my hands wrapped around her slender waist.
“You're getting emotional,” she noticed and I agreed playfully kissing her temple.
“But I'm right. I'm going crazy, Amelia Xavier. All these years when I couldn't reach you ached me. I watched you everyday living your life without me and it ache so bad-”
I cupped her face in my hand, and stared into her beautiful brown like eyes. The moon casted its light on her face and I was enamoured by such beauty — I would never get tired of being mesmerized.
Never.
I continued, “And when I had you came to Paris… my mission was over so I came, be it fate or coincidence we met at that party and from then on, Amelia I felt whole.”
I checked to see her expression and she was crying. Her tears glistened in the light and my stomach fell.
“Did I hurt you? Are you hurt? Why are you crying?” I caressed her face to clean her tears, but she said nothing.
Amy sniffed, smiling widely. “It's tears of joy. Keep talking,” she said and that did it. I kissed her, my whole body quivering.
I loved her and that meant everything to me.
“I love you, Amelia,” I whispered and we fell in the flowers that filled the garden.