Lost Me Gained Regret

The words were too blunt, too direct.

Even through the haze of alcohol, I couldn't help but blush furiously, burying my face in his shoulder and muttering, "I'll listen to you."

"Listen to me?" Gregory's question, whispered against my earlobe in a husky voice, sent shivers down my spine. "Then I want both." Before I could process his words, I found myself pinned beneath him on the couch.

The room's atmosphere thickened, breaths coming short and fast as his tender kisses began their descent.

Soon, my voice melted into a whisper, "Gregory..."

When he looked up, his eyes were laden with desire, leaving no room for retreat. He whispered my name like a prayer, "Jane... Jane....."

A moment of pain brought a brief clarity, swiftly drowned by an overwhelming wave of pleasure.

In that moment, nothing else existed but the two of us, the closest two people could be.

He carried me into the bathroom, my thoughts scattering. Even there, I found no strength to resist, leaning helplessly against the wall, "I can't, Gregory... I'm too tired..."

"Alright, let's move to the bed."

Whoever said men lose their edge after thirty was clearly lying.

The next morning, my body ached deliciously, but the man beside me seemed as fresh as if he'd just woken from a restful sleep.

He wrapped his arms around me, seemingly ready for another round.

I jumped out of bed, quickly forgetting my embarrassment, and glared at him, asking, "What do you want?"

His chuckle, full of unspoken desire, was his only reply: "You."

"Huh?"

I hadn't quite caught on, responding instinctively, only to meet his teasing, playful gaze.

The nerve!

...

I made my way to the bathroom to freshen up, leaving him lounging at the doorway in just his boxers, a tender look in his eyes.

Feeling his gaze, I tried to hide my blush through the mirror, "What are you looking at?"

"You," he said simply, a smile tugging at his lips.

This was never going to end.

I glared at him fiercely, my frustration peaking as I washed my face and made room for him at the sink.

After applying my skincare, I headed to the living room for a drink, only to hear noises from the kitchen.

A sudden realization struck me.

Exhausted from the night before, I'd only wanted a solid sleep, forgetting that Zoe was coming over to cook and clean. The mess on the couch...

I hadn't had a chance to tidy up.

Hoping against hope, I glanced towards the couch, praying Zoe hadn't started there yet.

But the couch and coffee table were immaculate, with the messy blanket completely gone, leaving no trace of last night's disarray.

I turned, intending to retreat to the

bedroom, when Zoe's cheerful voiceCopyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

called out, "Jane, slept well?

Breakfast is ready. I just reheated everything."

I froze, forcing calmness as I turned around, trying to cover the marks on my neck, only to see Zoe's smile deepen, "And Greg? He's up, right?"

...

Trust Zoe to understand without words.

Fighting the urge to flee from sheer embarrassment, I nodded, trying to sound casual, "Yeah, he's up. Just getting ready, then we'll eat." "Great."

"Thanks, Zoe."

Her behavior struck me as odd...

It was as if before, she cared for a friend of Gregory's, but now, she was looking after Mrs. Ferguson-to-be of the Ford family with all her heart.

"It's good, really good. Gregory's been on his own for so many years, finally got his wish."