Chapter 69 Sixty Nine
AMELIA XAVIER
I sat beside Owen's bed carefully watching his chest as it rose and fell, his eyes were closed, and his face looked so peaceful. I gazed at the beautiful curve of his lips, and the sharp jawline that attracted more men and women to him. Owen was like a magnet who blended with everyone, and in any style.
Days passed since the party, and although the doctor said he was in good health, I felt terrible because this foolish man seeking death hadn't opened his eyes in all those days; his breathing seemed pretty normal, his wounds were healing, and for God's sake, his face was handsomer. My eyes went to his closed eyes, and I muttered something under my breath — something that sounded like a curse word.
His lashes suddenly fluttered, making me aware of his body language. Owen let out a groan as his fingers twitched, and that was enough to get me excited. A smile played at the end of my lips, my eyes glowed with expectancy, and when his eyes flew open, I grinned from ear to ear.
“You're so stupid,” I muttered softly as he moved his eyes trying to adjust with the environment.
“Oh fuck, a hospital. No wonder this place smelled like drugs and disinfectant,” he uttered, his eyes fixed to the ceiling.
“That's all you have to say after days of acting like you're dead?!” I blurted, giving him an eye roll, but my lips spoke otherwise.
Owen's eyes shifted from the ceiling to where I sat. His stare made the air right in the room. It looked as though he were trying to register who I was. “Stop staring at me like I've lost my memory or something, because if I did, I'll still remember you-” he smirked teasingly. “I spent a lot of years with you that even my brain can't erase our memory,” he said. I felt like whacking him on the head, but that would make him unconscious again.
Instead I hugged him tightly until he groaned in pain. “My back still hurts, pumpkin,” he winced, and I released him. “I thought you were in a coma, and then I became worried you lost your memory…” I stuttered, pushing the emerging tears back in. Owen laughed in gaps probably due to the pain at his back. “I'm not dying anytime soon, not with our baby still in your belly, and when I've not explored and eaten every bit of you,” he crooned, his fingers reaching for my hand. He played with my palms and for a second, he looked like a cute dog, metaphorically.
I rolled my eyes, and finally hit his arm. “You just woke up, dummy. Shouldn't you be grateful, and first thing you that comes to your dirty mind is I want to fuck you!” I sighed, smacking my lips in pretence- annoyance. Owen laughed and tried to sit up, but failed. He tried again until I got frustrated and pulled him up myself.
An awkward silence took over the moment, both of us not knowing what to say or maybe we knew what to say, but didn't want to start it up. I offered him some fruits, and that made the silence all the more awkward because then the only thing heard in the room was the teeth biting into an apple, then strawberries… .
“So we're not going to talk about the reckless thing you did at the party that almost had you killed or how Ash Winters is a total jerk with no sense of respect and no limit to madness,” I broke the silence, but he just chomped on the apples.
As I gave up, he spoke. “I know I deserve to be flogged, and buried alive for my irrational choices, sweetheart and I'm happy we dealt with that moron, but don't you think the media has said a lot?” He asked, making me shrug.
The media had spoken of the incident for days now, and people even turned it to a God of war type of clip or whatever the fuck TikTok did. “Maybe we need to talk about it, because he would surely come for revenge. Owen, we humiliated a psychopath, and when he comes back, he's coming after us!” I barked, and he nodded.
“We need to figure something out, I'll tell the security to protect you, and…” he glanced at me, then back at his fruits. “Did Dylan call? I'm sure he must be furious about endangering you, and if he found out you're pregnant that would even be worse.” His voice was shaky and sounded worried. If daddy found out about everything then my mission was officially over and he'd send me back home and away from the Winters — they were allies, but not playthings.
“He hasn't called and it's better that way. We'll make sure he doesn't find out about us, and tell him that everything is under control-” I patted his shoulders a little too hard that he winced, I stared apologetic at him before continuing, “Now let's put the news, and watch our enemy being humiliated. You looked like a god when you bled during the fight though…”
“What?!” He looked at me with disbelief and I shrugged. “That's what the internet says.” We laughed and I kissed his hair.
The news was worth it, as the short clips showed. I wondered why it hadn't been erased from the internet, but that wasn't something to be worried about — it made a good laugh.
“I've missed you, and when days passed I almost went insane. Be better soon,” I mumbled out of the blue, and he chuckled. “I know, I'm hard to resist, and in just a few days, you missed me so much that you got depressed.”
“It's not funny,” I hissed in irritation, but he took my hand and kissed my fingers sending sparks from my hand down to my toes. “I know. I missed you too, and I'll try to get better faster to devour you, my woman.”
My cheeks grew warm, and my fingers tingled as though a wave of current went through it. I felt funny till it drowned in an ocean of sweet emotions — I blushed.
“So you admit I'm your woman and you love me?” I asked playfully, but as soon as he opened his mouth to speak, my phone rang. I looked at the caller ID and my face went pale. Colour drained from my face, and my eyes widened.
He finally called.
I answered and breathed in and out to calm myself down.
“Daddy, hi.”