Chapter 60 Sixty
AMELIA XAVIER
We sat in the pool, our legs feeling the coldness of the water. Stars hung dimly in the night sky as only few were noticeable. Tree leaves rustled in the breeze as it blew softly against our skin.
The party was tomorrow and we weren't enthusiastic about it.
“How powerful is he?” I asked out of the blue, and he seemed surprised by my question, but he answered anyway.
“Powerful enough to get followers because first, he's the real heir although a bastard, as father puts it, and then again, they hate me,” Owen answered, he let the water determine the movement of his legs.
“Why would they hate you? Because you're the adopted son or that you're the black child in the midst of white mafia parents?” I asked rhetorically, and he shrugged knowing that we both knew the answer to that.
Silence ensued between us once more, and I focused on the ripple effect my feet made in the water. “So what are you both fighting about now?”
“Power. Authority, and oh God, he has eyes on you,” he replied. The light from the moon made his eyes sparkle, and he left his hair natural — curly and full.
“What do you mean eyes on me?” I questioned, but he didn't respond.
“Because he kissed me and…”
Oh shit!
I sucked in my lips, and shifted my eyes to somewhere he wasn't. “He kissed you?”
“No,” I said quickly, hating my foolishness.
“He did. Amelia he wants everything I own, even the hair on my chest!”
“I'm sorry, I blame the hormones,” I muttered. How easy it was the blame something that had nothing to do with that situation.
Silence.
“Was he better than I?” He asked suddenly, and a look of disbelief washed over my face. “Really? Is it what we should be talking about?”
“Yes,” he answered teasingly. He wasn't angry about the kiss, which made me feel even more guilty.
“No, happy now?”
“No.” I rolled my eyes and kisses his cheeks. “Happy?”
“No.”
“What do you want?” I asked already frustrated. Owen laughed lightly, and pulled me closer to him. He wrapped his arm around my waist and inched closer so our noses touched. “How do you feel when I do this?” I gulped and said nothing, but with the way his breath ran through the hairs on my skin, I had no choice.
“Relaxed,” I answered.
“Just that?” I rolled my eyes, and he chuckled.
Owen moved closer, that our lips were a cm away from each other. “What about now?” He groaned softly. My heart skipped two beats in a second, and my breath turned ragged. “You don need to reply that, I can see how it makes you feel, but, what about it I do this?” He pressed his lips on mine, and slid his tongue into my mouth, I followed the rhythm of his lips as he bit my lower lip. I moaned gently, and before I knew what was happening, we fell into the water with a heavy splash.
Owen grabbed my waist as we brought our heads up from the water. I gasped for air, but on the other hand, he was good.
“You're a monster!”
“I know,” he grinned and embrace me.
“You don't need to worry about him… and me. We'll go to the party as business partners and although Dylan might call, it'll be…”
“Daddy? Did he call?” I asked breaking off from his embrace so I saw his face clearly. His expression wasn't good and I knew he made a huge mistake pointing that out.
“What did Dad say, he called you and told you what, Owen?” I questioned, but he shrugged.
“Pumpkin, let's forget about it. You don't need to bring out what had happened before!” He snapped and that surprised us. He lowered his eyes probably ashamed of snapping at me, but that wasn't the problem.
“What happened before? Did father shoot at you for letting me stay at your place? Or he knew we fucked or…”
“He threatened me like every other father would do for his beloved daughter, but father sent me off to a bunch of women so I would avoid you and that's why I avoided you then,” he explained, and regretted he did.
If one could call hitting someone without thinking an impulsive behaviour, then that's what I did. I landed a slap on him, and instantly felt guilty. The reason he avoided me was because Mr Winters sent him to a bunch of women and father threatened him.
“I deserve that, pumpkin,” he muttered suddenly relaxed. “Don't call me pumpkin, you could've told me and we would have sorted things out like matured people!” I yelled, but didn't hit him again.
Owen smirked, “Are you sure we're matured, pumpkin?” He asked and splashed water on me. I punched his shoulder and he moaned.
“Do it again.”
“Fuck you!” I screamed and splashed him water. “Yeah, that's what I want to do to you now!”
Splash.
“I'm pregnant, dick head,” I laughed, loving how he quickly changed the subject to something less depressing.
“The baby tells me, she likes when mummy feels good.”
“When did you start speaking to the baby? Only the mother does that and I want a boy!” I yelled and entered the water, swimming towards him, I popped up my head in front of him to scare him, but he grabbed my waist.
“A girl, and she'll be pretty like you,” he said and kissed my hair with his fingers. I smiled. “Whatever, that's an argument for another feisty night. Right now I want something else.” He raised his brows and heavens! He had looks befitting a god.
“What does my love want?” He asked, his voice sexy, and low. “I want you to love me tonight, and make me forget what that bastard did to me,” I whispered and he grinned. He bent to whisper into my ear, his soft breath brushed against me which brought sweet shivers.
“So you agree now that the baby wants that?”
I laughed and hit his chest. “You're dirty!” He bit my ear and a moan escaped my lips.
“Sex outside or in the house?”
“Anywhere,” I gasped as he slid his fingers into my pants and straight into me.
Damn!
“Anything my love wants,” he said in french and pulled me up, into his arms and out of the water.