Chapter 87 Eighty Seven
AMELIA XAVIER
I woke up to the smell of toasted bread and egg with my coffee just the way I liked it. Standing up from the bed, I went into the shower to take a quick bath and go down to meet Owen.
A few minutes later, I was dressed in the most casual clothes one could wear at home and walked lazily downstairs.
Owen stood in the kitchen clearing the counter. “You woke up quite early, pumpkin,” he said leaning in to give me a kiss. I chuckled, wrapping my arm around his hard waist. I allowed my body to feel his muscles and I leaned closer, warming myself in his embrace.
“I'm happy everything I came to Paris to do has been settled, now I'll just have to spend the entire year with you doing absolutely nothing,” I squealed, squeezing him tightly.
Owen smiled, patting my hair as though I were a child.
“Let's have breakfast now, pumpkin, I have work to do today.”
“Killjoy,” I teased, breaking free from him.
As we walked to the dining, Owen's phone vibrated and he answered without checking who it was.
“Sir…”
“Cassie, I thought I gave you a day off,” he said, visibly annoyed that she called.
The lady on the line sounded worried as she spoke, “well sir, I'm not working now… it's just that… check the news.”
Owen hung up and clicked the news on.
My eyes widened at what I saw, and the coffee cup in my hand fell to the floor and shattered, bits of the glass piercing my feet. The hot liquid kissed my skin sending pain signals to my brain.
I couldn't scream in pain because every single blood was drained from me.
AMELIA XAVIER PREGNANT FOR ILLEGITIMATE SON OF THE WINTERS, OWEN WINTERS.
I tried to place how the news got out, and it hit me. Memories of yesterday flashed through my mind, the talk I had with Kayla and Owen's warning.
Never trust a former Xavier.
I bit my lips hard so that I came back to reality and winced at the pain coming from my feet.
Owen turned sharply and picked me up, dropping me on the chair. He looked shaken, but didn't want to show it.
“I'll get the first aid kit,” he mumbled and walked out. A few minutes later, he came with some medications and some cleaning equipment.
“Owen…”
“It's fine, I'll do something about it,” he cut me off, taking my leg in his arm and cleaning the liquid first.
“No, I meant that I know who did it,” I said, cursing internally.
Owen glanced up at me in curiosity, waiting for an answer so I gave him one.
“Kayla. She noticed the pregnancy so I spilled it out.” I didn't add that I spilled everything including my abduction and how father murdered Ash Winters and kept his body hostage.
Owen said nothing at first, he focused on treating my injury for a while before he spoke.
“It's fine. It's true anyway and it's best they know about it now rather than later. I'm just worried that your father…”
My phone rang and I knew immediately who it was that called. I wanted to ignore the ringing, but Owen took the phone and answered.
“Amy,” father called.
A lump grew in my throat stopping my breathing. I shoved it down and answered him.
“Father.”
Owen and I both knew how my father could be at things like this. We knew he blamed Owen and not me.
“I saw the news. Maybe you should pay your old father a little visit. After all, Annie and Milan miss you,” he said, surprising me.
He made a mere mention of the news, but kept talking about me paying a visit. Then, something came to my mind.
Maybe he wants to hold me hostage once I come home.
I sighed.
“Of course, daddy. I miss them too. I'll travel first thing tomorrow morning, yes?”
Father laughed and ended the call before I said another word.
Owen looked at me and shrugged. “What do you make from this,” I asked.
“If you ask me, I'll say he won't let you come back to Paris when you leave,” he answered, giving my feet a little kiss and packing up the kit.
“Then, let's both go. We'll go together and if he wants to do that, you won't let him,” I suggested and he grinned.
Owen focused on cleaning the glass. The news kept playing which angered me all the more.
“Your father wouldn't like to see my face,” he muttered.
“We'll take our chances.”
Owen was in his study working and I sat at the pool watching the sky. The breeze brushed my skin, tickling me. I gazed up at the sky, my mind wandering to years back.
How everything started.
“It's been a really long time,” I muttered while playing with the water.
I missed Milan a lot and going home, though, would bring back sour memories was a good thing.
“It's cold, sweetheart,” a voice spoke, breaking me from my thoughts. I didn't turn to know it was Owen. His deep voice and the feeling of safety made it hard to not recognize him.
“You were working so I decided to take a swim,” I said calmly.
He walked over to me and pulled me up. On instinct, I wrapped my arms around him.
“Yes, I'm working. I went to check on you, but couldn't find you in bed, so I came here,” he said, kissing my hair with his fingers.
“Yeah.”
“Are you worried about going? You should stay if it troubles you that much,” he suggested reading me like a book.
“No. I have to go. And I want you to meet Milan, my baby brother, you'll love him!” I said brightening his mood.
Owen picked me up without warning so I closed my eyes as my legs left the floor and my body wrapped around his arms.
“I'm sure he's lovable. After all, every Xavier is lovable,” he complimented making my cheeks go pink with embarrassment.
“Time for bed. I'll leave work tonight.”
“I'm still sore!” I whined pulling myself closer to his
body wanting to enter him — to become one with him.
“Try me.”