All Chapters of His Regret: I'm with his uncle now : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The morning began like any other in the Greene household. Sunlight slipped through the blinds, casting warm stripes across the bedroom wall. His wife was already downstairs, the faint sound of sizzling eggs and clinking plates drifting through the air. Randall groaned softly as he sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The smell of coffee was his cue: strong and black, just how he liked it. In the hallway, his teenage son argued about missing sneakers while his tween daughter hummed to a pop song, swinging her backpack over one shoulder. His wife called from the kitchen, “Breakfast’s ready! And please, no arguments before eight!” Randall smiled faintly, straightening his tie in the mirror. Another day, another case. The life of an attorney never slowed, not even when you worked for the Silverwoods. He kissed his wife on the cheek, promised to be home early, and stepped out into the quiet suburban street. The air was crisp, still damp from dawn. He unlocked his car, slid into th

This whole place looked like it came out of the pages of the book. Everything looked unreal. "Welcome to paradise," Arden said, kissing the back of her hand. The Resort was a gleaming paradise set atop a lush, five hundred acre beach. Cassie spotted the colorful fish flitting in the waters of the crystal clear cay. She stared just ahead, taking in the towering silhouette of the majestic mountains that encompassed the hotel. They drank in the scenery together. This was the kind of place people honey-mooned. Or where proposals are done. Or maybe where someone would ask their special person to be their girlfriend. Cassie's mind was reeling. Would she finally be a girlfriend. It was scary how she never knew what Arden was thinking, ever. It had been a while since they were intimate with each other. Almost two weeks by her count, but she didn't think anything of it. Since she was the one who kept telling Arden he was only there for sex, he decided not to. Instead, he was livin

Cassie watched Arden march towards her. By now all his patience had dissipated. It was visible on his face. By the time he made his was towards her, Cassie had scrambled to her knees, every inch of her body lit on fire as she anticipated him. His touch, his skin, all that pent up lust he’d been saving for up for her. It excited her. Her chemistry with him was undeniable. Cassie was certain that this was the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. But fear gripped her anytime she thought about it. Was she the one who thought about it? Or did he think about her like that too? She gasped and covered her shriek of a giggle when he finally came over and claimed her, grabbing her at the waist and throwing her easily over his broad shoulder. Cassie's hands clasped to her mouth as he marched her out of sight, falling away only once he’d taken her into the furthermost cabana. Yanking the rope, he untied the curtains, letting them fall shut before tossing her onto the bed an

Cassie stretched her glass out and let Arden pour her a second glass of champagne. She gazed out the window at the sheet of feathery clouds below them. They took another jet to go back to LA. The interior of the jet was so sleek. Polished wood panels, soft champagne-colored leather, and the faint scent of luxury in the air. “Are you guys already doing refills?” Cora called from down the cabin, sitting next to Warren, her “plus one for shits and giggles.” With a row of recliners separating their section from the other, Cassie couldn’t see them properly, but their laughter carried easily. They’d booked rooms on opposite sides of the resort, but everyone knew they’d traveled together. Cora and Warren still insisted they were just friends, but even they didn’t believe that anymore. “You can if you get up and bring your butts over here,” Cassie called back. A few seconds passed, the sound of rustling chip bags filling the cabin before Warren finally decided, “Nah. It’s too far.” Cassi

Cassidy and Arden were in the living room of Arden’s penthouse, and the whole place felt alive with their laughter. Music played low in the background, but their voices were louder. Cassidy ran across the couch, squealing as Arden chased her, both of them moving like little kids with no care in the world. Arlene caught her from behind, arms wrapping tight around her waist, and they both fell into the couch cushions, laughing so hard they could barely breathe.Cassidy twisted around, trying to escape, but Arden only held her tighter, peppering soft kisses along her neck. Cassidy giggled, her hair falling into her face, and she pushed at him weakly, still laughing.“Stop, Arden!” she said between laughs, her voice playful and breathless.“Not until you admit defeat,” he teased, brushing his nose against her cheek, smiling the way he always did when he had her cornered.Cassidy tilted her head back, eyes shining with amusement. “You play dirty.”“I learned from the best,” he replied, fi