Chapter 96 Ninety six
OWEN WINTERS
There was war in Paris.
Dead bodies decorated the streets and blood stained the roads. A curfew was set for the safety of the citizens and the police patrolled the streets.
I watched the news scoffing as the reporter stated the happenings around.
The number of deaths was my doing, and taking Remi's advice was totally worth it.
The door clicked open and I knew it was Amy, she had just been discharged from the hospital and Dylan agreed to pick her up which was fine by me.
Dylan and I were getting a lot closer than usual and neither of us complained when we worked.
“Owen, I'm back,” she said as I went downstairs to meet her.
I pulled her in for a hug, squeezing her tight until she couldn't breathe.
“Sorry,” I muttered, releasing her from my hold.
She laughed heartily, kissing the bridge of my nose.
“You seem better,” she noticed and I nodded.
Taking her upstairs into the room, I switched off the TV. She plopped on the bed taking in its softness.
“That hospital bed hurt my butt,” she winced, patting her butt. I laughed sitting next to her.
“You should take a shower, I made your favourite, hope you'll love it,” I said and stood to leave. Amy pulled my hand making me stop and turn to her in confusion.
“What's wrong?” I asked.
“You forgot something,” she whispered and I chuckled slightly.
“Amy, you just got discharged,” I said, pulling her up towards me.
“Has Owen Winters lost his touch?” She asked rhetorically and I rolled my eyes in response.
I placed my lips on hers, sucking at her lower lip. My fingers found its way to her zip and I pulled it down.
“Don't tell me to stop,” I muttered, letting the gown fall from her body to the floor.
“You're sex starved, so I won't.”
I slid my tongue into her mouth and she sucked on it, ramming her thighs on mine. I groaned, pushing her to the wall. My hands slapped her butt as her waist grinded mine.
She gasped, clinging tightly to me. My tongue licked her neck and I bit into it hard but gently, a moan escaped her lips and she pulled at my hair.
“Just fuck me,” she muttered, but I wasn't going to give her that, she just got discharged from the hospital.
“You'll have to bend the knee for me to do that,” I whispered, trailing my tongue to her breast.
I had her neck wrapped around my fingers as I used the tip of my tongue to play with her tits.
She cried softly, but I wasn't going to end there.
Not yet anyway.
I sucked hard at her nipples pressing her neck to the wall. I felt as my dick hardened, bulging from my shorts.
Fuck!
“I know you want it,” she whispered huskily. This woman was tempting me, but giving in wasn't an option.
I bit hard at her nipple and she gasped loudly while still pulling my hair.
On instinct, I pushed her towards the bed and she landed with a thud. Climbing on top of her, I kissed her neck while spanning her waist feeling how small and fragile it was. I could break it.
“Do you like what I'm doing?” I asked, this time massaging her tits.
She nodded, a whimper leaving her lips.
She needed me badly.
“Then have a quick bath and come down for lunch,” I whispered into her ear, then kissed it and walked out leaving her completely helpless.
I sat in my study going through some files while Amy sulked next to me trying to distract me.
“Pumpkin, I'm sorry, I was just trying to be considerate with you,” I said, turning to face her.
She wasn't hearing anything, and I had been postponing this work so I needed to get it done before it was too late.
Just then, my phone rang and I answered without looking at the caller ID. No one would call by this time if not Dylan Xavier.
“Hi Dylan,” I started and the mention of his name picked Amy's interest.
I went through the files stamping on some while discarding the others.
“The news is wild, crazy how your plan worked,” he said bluntly, although I knew he meant to compliment me.
“I know right, but there's no need to worry, we have the police on our side.”
He didn't seem surprised about the revelation, probably because he knew about the Winters more than I even did.
“You should come tomorrow so we can discuss some other things, Ari is getting agitated and we both know it, she'll try something reckless soon, so let's be on guard,” he said and hung up just immediately.
I glanced over at Amy and she seemed to be lost in thoughts so I brushed my fingertips against her breast which jolted her to reality.
“What's wrong?” I asked concerned as I abandoned the files I had to sort out, focusing on her alone.
Amy shrugged, not very eager to tell me, but decided to because she said, “I'm going to deal with that bastard of a woman, so I'm going to join you in the next meeting.”
I stared at her long enough trying to place where the sudden energy was coming from, but found nothing. She simply wanted revenge.
“Sweetheart you shouldn't, I'll do it myself, just…”
“Sit back and watch? No. Ari messed with my family and I'm going to show her so let me come,” she said and I knew she meant it.
Amy could be stubborn at times and it was life draining to keep refusing her, so I gave in.
She jumped on me, hugging me right.
“You know what?”
She shook her head. “Fuck these files, let's go upstairs, I missed you these few days that passed,” I confessed pulling her up, and engulfing my arms around her waist.
I kissed her, my hands travelling round her body. Work would wait. Ari and her gang had to wait.
And as we kissed the world stopped moving, I didn't want it to end — this moment should never end.