Chapter 52 Fifty Two
AMELIA XAVIER
I felt refreshed having just showered and as I entered my room, I realized how the room felt alien to me — consequences of spending every night and day in Owen's room. I bit my lips trying to hold in my smile.
“Maybe I should go to his room tonight,” I muttered to myself, drying my body.
Wearing just a simple nightgown, I went to his room.
Owen's room was warm and welcoming unlike father who preferred that darker aesthetic as if he were a vampire. I chuckled at the thought, entering the room to a warmer air. It felt like Owen was present as his gentle perfume wafted through the air.
Suddenly the door to the bathroom creaked open.
“What a fucking long…” I looked up swiftly, my heart in my mouth.
“I thought you…” I wanted to say, but let my voice trail as my eyes swept through his body.
Then, something embarrassing happened. The towel wrapped around his waist dropped to the floor revealing his nakedness. I glanced through his body; he had a well built body probably due to years of gym or… (I prefer not to mention), his hair dripped wet as the water fell to his neck and yes! I thought I was crazy.
My cheeks went red as I looked down at his dick. Why was I blushing like a twelve year old whose crush just asked out?
“When you're done raping me, tell me so I can pick the towel up,” he teased and bent to pick up the towel.
He wrapped it around his waist and strangely I felt annoyed.
What was wrong with me?
I cleared my throat and sat on the bed facing anywhere that he was not. My mind imagined that body on me. It had been on me multiple times, but…
I'm insane.
“What are you thinking of? How sexy am I?” He asked drying his hair. I rolled my eyes, trying to avoid his gaze. “You wish,” I scoffed, this time staring at my fingers.
No one knew how intriguing fingers were, until the need to stare at them called.
Tired of staring, I looked up just to meet his gaze.
When did he get here?
Owen stared into my eyes and by God I was mesmerized. He had the cutest smile and his nose, perfectly lined. He cupped my face into his hand, my heart beat increased that I could hear it loud and fucking clear.
Compose yourself, Amelia!
I screamed at myself, but I could never be composed, especially when someone as sexy as Owen stood in front of me, hands to my chin and eyes gazing into mine.
“You're pretty, you know that, pumpkin?” He asked, sliding his tongue across his lower lip.
Please don't do that again. I screamed to myself, my heartbeat didn't want to stop and I feared it would lead to something serious.
My baby felt it too. The sweetness and gentle nature of Owen Winters.
“I know, but I want you to keep reminding me,” I answered, trying to catch my breath because as always, he took my breath away.
“Of course I'll keep reminding you, so no other man will tell you that.”
“And if they do?’ I asked jokingly, but his eyes turned dead serious. “Then they'll be meeting with the father,” he said, danger laced around his words.
“Then do you love me, Owen Winters?” If he wanted me so badly, he had a reason and I wanted to know.
His voice became soft, he brought his face close to mine, so our noses touched. “Love takes time, Amelia, something that grows gradually. Let it grow, and…” he kissed my nose. “You're my woman,” he said lightly and kissed my forehead. I blushed, finally catching my breath to speak.
“You still need to dress though,” I interrupted the moment returning to reality.
He laughed and kissed my hair. “I still need to dress.”
I was Owen's woman.
I sat on the sofa, my eyes glued to the TV. Owen was in the kitchen, making a midnight snack. He loved his cooking so much, he made the kitchen a restricted area, and I never complained. I loved his cooking.
SpongeBob was playing. Just then, my phone blared, I picked it up and scanned through it, until my eyes caught a particular message.
THE GREAT DYLAN XAVIER'S DAUGHTER, AMELIA XAVIER TOGETHER WITH THE WINTER'S ILLEGITIMATE SON?!
I clicked on the news and read through it. Those fucking people had evidence. They took a picture of Owen and I at the bar.
I stared in horror at the message.
“What is it? You look like you saw a ghost.” I jerked back to reality, and turned to see Owen behind me.
“We're on the news, Winters,” I hissed, hating that my voice sounded scared and a bit worried.
Owen read the news, his expression blank. He clicked his tongue, “They didn't take a better view of me, I look better in person.”
I stared at him like he was insane, but then again, he was Owen.
“What are we going to do now? The media has found out! Soon they'll get hold of the news that I'm fucking pregnant!” I panicked, my words came out as jumbled.
Owen touched my shoulders and I glanced at him. “It's going to be fine, babe. I'll take down the news as baseless rumours. You'll get sick if you panic too much,” he said, easing me. I hugged him silently praying for everything to be a dream.
“I made a fine dessert, you'll love it,” he muttered into my ears, making me chuckle.
I detached from him and went into the kitchen, while he made a call.
“Yes, take the fucking news down! It's going to cause us a lot of issues… Yes… Yes… father shouldn't see the news. Thank you,” he said over the phone cursing when he hung up.
Suddenly, my phone rang.
“Pumpkin, you have a call!” He called, I came to where he stood and took the phone.
DAD.
I answered the call, “Daddy, hi.”
SpongeBob still played on the TV in contrast to what was about to happen.