All Chapters of Her Return, His Regret : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

***~~Hunter~~***My gaze drops to her lips, unable to look away.Unable to hear the rest of her words to the seething guy before us.It's just a kiss. But I can't stop thinking about it. The soft feel of her lips. The way she melts into me.“Were you screwing him behind my back?” his angry voice rolled.And that seems to snap me out of my trance.“You're an airhead, Chris. Fuck off,” Meghan spits out, voice trembling.“Leave, Harrington.” I say, taking a step toward him. “Don’t let this get ugly.”Something about his voice makes Chris retreat. But not without his threats.“You'll regret this, Meghan. You'll regret leaving me for a jerk like him!”Then he storms off, kicking a foot in the air.Meghan doesn't turn to me.I take my time to take her in.The sinful curve of hips against that dress. Her tiny waist. Her soft…butts.She's beautiful— too bad she's a whore.She turns to me.“I…uhm– I'm sorry,” she blurts out, hand clenching tight beside her dress.I hate opportunists like her

***~~Meghan~~***I don't know which is weirder.The fact that I kissed the man I hate or that I agreed to be in a fake relationship with him.Delilah hasn't said a word since I dropped the bomb.I'm pretty sure she has frozen.Finally her voice comes out. “Like a fake couple?” there's confusion in her tone. Worry.I nod as if she'd see me. “Yes,” I reply, my voice strained. “But it won't be for long,”I hear her drag in a shaky breath. “You think that'd get Chris off your back?”My brain spirals. “I'm hoping it does.”Silence.And then…“I thought you hate Hunter?”“I do,” I cut in but my voice doesn't sound as firm as I want it to. I try again. “I really do hate him. And I'm sure he despises me too.”“Yet he proposed this fake stunt?”I just at my screen for a second.My mind runs ahead of me.Yes, Hunter asked that we keep up with the lie but I'm very certain it's his way to haunt me further.My silence must've told Lilah that I was overthinking it.“But I'm sure you'll manage just

***~~Jenaya~~***Snow lifts her head from the massive bowl of ice cream, which seems like a recent coping mechanism by the way.“You seem nervous,” she observes, spoon halfway to her mouth.“I don't mean to be,” I let out, my eyes fixed on my phone, googling the Blackwood.I'm stuck at Bianca Blackwood’s page— she's gorgeous, sophisticated and fashionable.They all come off like people who'd call me a golddigger for showing up with their perfect son.Snow places her bowl down. “I know Knox did me a favor. I'm not scared to go back home now. But you don't have to get more involved with him if you don't want to,”I glance up at her. “It's just an event,” I try to play it cool even though my nerves are buzzing.“Not just any event. It's the Elites.”A lump forms in my throat, I swallow it down.“I'll manage.” I say, sounding more confident than I feel. “All I have to do is put on a nice dress, go there, smile and it's done,”Her brows rose. “Speaking of a dress. What do you plan to wea

***~~Knox~~***“We won't leave if you keep staring at me like that,” Jenaya says as we walk to the car.I know I'd come off as a creep. But I can't seem to tear my eyes away from her.My pulse kicks, my chest beats faster, and, as if us becoming a habit, my pants tightens at the groin.She looks good in everything. But burgundy? It's lethal.The dress fits her better than anything I ever imagined. It's wrapped on her like a second skin. Short. Daring. Backless. Beautiful.God, she's breathtaking.I step a step closer, my eyes pinning her in place. “Or maybe we shouldn't go at all,” I say, leaning dangerously close.She rolls her eyes.“You can't be serious.” she huffs, breathing hard. “You practically manipulated me into this, you ever sent a dress over.”My eyes rake over her. “Manipulation?” I let out. “That's a strong word kitten.” I'm too close that I can feel her breath on my mouth. She tense, staring at me, like she knows what's in my head.My lips are almost on hers, but she

***~~Jenaya~~***I can't believe I said that.But I did.Because it's diabolical for a parent to say that out loud to his son, who's albeit a grown ass man.Why project your dreams on someone else?Alexander's face has turned stone.There's a shift in everyone else's posture.Bianca shares a look with Colton. Madeline hasn't stopped blinking.But not Knox.He has this proud smirk, his eyes locking onto mine.It's like no word dares to challenge Alexander Blackwood.The terrifying look on their faces tells me so.Now, I'm so sure he wouldn't even want me for Knox if this was real.Bianca, of course, must be feeling uncomfortable with the tension. So she breaks it with an awkward laugh, saying.“Oh, come on. Let's not all get too serious.” she says. “The party is only getting started.”Colton nods in agreement.But Alexander unmercifully still has his eyes on me. And it's not in an unkind way— no, it's more of surprise than anger.Knox's hand snakes around my waist, pulling me in with