All Chapters of Her Return, His Regret : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

****~~Hunter~~****“Who the hell is she?” Amber hissed, crossing her hands over her chest.I give her a look. “Who?”“That…thing that just left,” she points to the door, clearly seething. “Her heels are awful, is that a second grade or—”My jaw locks. Amber always does this. Her bratty attitude is the main reason we're in this awkward relationship in the first place.“Hey, hey, hey. That's enough.” I let out. “First off, she's a human being like you. And what's your business with her heels?”Her eyes widens as she studies me in silence for a while. “Why are you defending her?”I roll my eyes hard. “Look, I'm not cut out for your drama, Amber.” I say, still flipping through the folder Meghan brought.I'm still in awe. Freya was right though. She's quite…resourceful.“Drama?” Amber blurts out, cutting through my thoughts. “We're engaged, Hunter. I don't like that girl, and if she makes me uncomfortable, then you should get rid of her,”That stops me cold.Irritation burns deep inside m

***~~Knox~~***I don't sleep heavy. I notice every little thing around me before it gets loud.But today, I'm not quick to show it.Maybe I wasn't even trying to lie down there pretending that I'm asleep, till I feel her waving her hand across my face.She clearly wants me asleep, so I did.I watch as she toss the sheets aside and got up, beautifully naked.Her hair is a mess, latching across her face, strands plastered against her cheeks, neck, and forehead, making her look wild, and even more breathtaking, if that's possible.She walks across the room, searching it seems.Her round butts sways as her eyes rakes the room.Then she bends over to pick her dress that I had carefully folded and left on the chair.I gulp, feeling myself getting hard.I can't help but stare at her, taking in the aftermath of our tryst.She's glowing— beautiful and the boner in my pants grows bigger.Fuck.She's pacing now, and I know what she's looking for.I placed it in my shoe cabinet…except I can't te

***~~Meghan~~***I stirred.Feeling my back ache.My eyes hurts.The room is bright as Sunlight filters through the window.I sit up fully, blinking awake.Folders are open on the table. My laptop too. I had slept off while working.I reach for my phone and it's 7AM.Shit. Shit. Shit.This folder needs to get to Hunter's desk on or before 8AM.I rise to my feet, slam my laptop shut and stride downstairs to check on Janet.But the couch is empty.She had insisted on staying there and now it only makes sense because she wants to sneak out.I run my temples and dial her number.It rings out but no response.After two more trials, I gave up.I wasn't bluffing when I said my mother was a real pick me.I whirl and start up the stairs hastily, taking it two at a time.I take my bath fast and run out of the bathroom with a towel clinging to my skin, heart hammering as I check the time on my phone.7:20AM.Fuck.The drive to Steele’s group is about half and hour.An about 3 minutes walk into

***~~Jenaya~~***It's been days and I've immersed myself back to work, hoping to get the other night out of my head.But no.I keep thinking about it.Every touch. Every thrust. His kisses.And I hate that despite my restraint, I still want him again.Today. Tomorrow. And maybe for the next six months.He pried me open to a sizzling orbit that sank deep into me and now I don't want to let go.“Auntie Naya,” Liam's voice breaks into my wild thoughts.He blinks when I turn to face him. “What's wrong Auntie Naya?” he asks with a tilt of his head.I smile. “Nothing. I was just…thinking,”“You look sad,” he observes.I touch my cheeks dramatically. “Sad? No. It's just work,” I try to coax him. “Do you need help with anything?”He shakes his head. “No. Are you leaving?” His gaze drops to my already packed bag.“Yes, work's over.”“I'll miss you,” he says with a pout.My smile spreads and I crunch to his level, squishing his cheeks. “I'll miss you more my boy.”He gives me a sad look but e

***~~Knox~~***The first swipe of my tongue makes her thighs tremble.I don't ease in.Not when she's spread like this for me.I rub my face against her, wild, feral, then drink her in. Tongue flicking, circling, devouring. “Oh, fuck, Knox.”She squirms, but I grip her thighs and pull her in. I alternate between gentle licks and firm pressure, finding a rhythm that drives her wild.Her hips starts moving on their own, aching into my face, seeking for more.My tongue moves faster now— back and forth, then it dips into her core, moving in slow, deliberate strokes, exploring every inch of her.“There,” she gasps, her voice breaking. “Right there, Knox.”I slide two fingers into her, pumping in and out in time with the movements of my mouth.Then I curl my fingers. Just the right angle. Her whole body jolts.“Knox!” she screams my name, trembling under me.I can feel the tension building within her. I keep going. Her hips starts to stutter. Breath coming fast.“I'm close,” she choke out