All Chapters of His Regret: I'm with his uncle now : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

She felt him before she saw him—Warren’s presence sliding through the room like a storm front. But she didn’t turn. Not yet.Instead, she leaned closer to the stranger at her side, let her laugh ring too loud, let her fingers graze his arm as though it meant nothing. It meant everything. She wanted Warren to see. She wanted him to choke on it.“Another round,” she told the bartender, her voice steady though her chest felt tight. A cocktail first. Something light, harmless on the surface. When the glass hit the counter, she lifted it, tilting her head back in a slow swallow. The burn wasn’t sharp enough.“Scotch,” she added quickly, setting the empty glass down harder than she meant to.The stranger grinned at her boldness, but she wasn’t drinking for him. She was drinking for the space it carved between her and the boy standing across the room.He spotted them instantly.Arden beside Cassie, his hand on her chair. Fine. Warren could stomach that.But Cora—his Cora—wasn’t looking at h

The car slowed to a stop in front of Arden's building. Cassie groaned softly as she leaned down, tugging off one of her heels. Her toes wiggled against the cool floor of the car. She sighed in relief.“God, finally,” she muttered, holding the shoe out absentmindedly.Before she could drop it onto the seat, Arden’s hand reached out. He took it from her, cradling it in his palm like it was delicate.Her head snapped up. “Uh… what are you doing?”He glanced down at the stiletto, then back at her, lips twitching. “What does it look like? I’m holding it.”Cassie blinked, surprised. “Most guys would act grossed out.”“Most guys aren’t me.” His voice was low, casual, but his eyes held hers like he’d said something heavier.She bit the inside of her cheek, a small smile tugging at her lips. The other heel followed—she slipped it off and handed it over without breaking eye contact.Arden accepted it without hesitation, both shoes dangling loosely from his fingers. Then he pushed the door open

Reid thought losing Ross was the worst of it.The mansion was quieter without him. His twin’s laugh, that sharp edge of mockery, gone. He called, again and again. Each time, Ross let it ring. Weeks bled into months. Eventually, Reid stopped trying.He buried himself in work, the way he always did. Numbers, invoices, shipping manifests. The order logs came late one night—routine, tedious. Until one line caught his eye. Then another. And another.He leaned closer, reading them twice, three times. His pulse spiked.These weren’t standard shipments. Not raw materials, not medical supplies. These were drugs. Unregistered. Dangerous. Some over-the-counter, some far worse. Moving quietly under the company’s name.Reid pushed back from his desk, the chair wheels screeching across the floor. His hands shook as he shuffled through more documents, pulling files, tracing signatures. The more he uncovered, the clearer it became.He hadn’t just been betrayed. He’d been played.Ross and Harris. Toge

His hand moved slowly, tracing the curve of her breast, his touch so light it made her shiver. His fingers drifted down her side, following the gentle slope of her hip. He was learning her shape, memorizing her with his hands.Cassie’s own hands explored the landscape of his body. Her palms slid over the hard, defined muscles of his shoulders and back. She could feel the strength in him, a strength he held in check for her.His lips left her mouth and trailed a path of soft kisses down her neck. When he found her collarbone, he nibbled the delicate skin there. A soft, gasping moan escaped her. "Arden," she breathed, his name a prayer on her lips.He smiled against her skin, a low hum of pleasure in his throat. His hand slid from her hip, moving slowly down her thigh. His fingers traced circles on her cunt finding her clit, a gentle, teasing caress that made her breath catch. Every touch was a promise, building a sweet, aching tension deep within her.He looked into her eyes, his gaze

Cassie woke up with her face pressed into a pillow. It smelled like Arden—cedar and something darker. She reached across the bed, but the sheets were cold. He wasn’t there.She lay still for a moment. Memories of last night came back. His hands on her. His kiss. His voice saying her name. She smiled without thinking.A loud clang broke the silence. Metal on metal. She sat up fast, hair falling over her shoulders. Another sound followed, softer this time. A voice, low, too faint to hear.Her eyes caught the chair by the window. His white shirt was there, wrinkled from where he left it. She got out of bed, bare feet cold on the floor.She picked it up and pulled it on. The fabric hung loose on her, brushing her thighs. The sleeves were too long, covering her hands. She held it close and breathed in his scent.The house no longer felt empty. She walked toward the kitchen, her steps light. Her heart beat louder than the sound of the pans.She looked so small in his shirt. The fabric swall