Owen Windbreaker Novels & Stories

She tugged at the turtle's strap, her expression one of disgust. "And it's honestly pretty tacky. I should probably give it back to Brooke." She pretended to unbuckle it. Owen grabbed her hand immediately "No way. Once I give something away, I don't take it back. Besides, if you gave it back to her, she'd just throw it in the trash. So, you might as well wear it. At least it'll cushion your falls while you practice snowboarding." With that, Owen turned to me, his eyes as cold as ice.

I nodded at her in agreement. When I'd finished my sandwich, I stood up and shook my limbs out. Everleigh stood by my side holding a helmet that matched my clothes. I wore a sleek, black Sparco race suit accentuated with white details. The suit was custom-made for me, only one in the world, optimising protection and comfort with just a touch of style. My brother and sister worked hard on the design. Helios worked out the specs for the suit while Khione drew it and picked the colour scheme. It was a flattering design, capturing the shape of my body perfectly while also being number one for safety. One of my favourite birthday gifts.

Once the doors opened, the pair of individuals stopped beside them as if waiting to be signaled away. It wasn't just moments later though that someone else appeared in the doorway, coming to stand at the center of the entrance. He stood as a symbol of elegance, with his hands folded neatly behind his back and a patient expression plastered across alabaster skin. His eyes were a deep shade of red, almost the color of a rich red wine and his hair fell past his shoulders in perfect waves of shimmering auburn. This man was dressed regally in a perfectly tailored black tailcoat with white trim with a single white rose tucked into his lapel.

“Uhm..very corporate. I guess I didn’t see you properly in the morning. "I almos couldn’t recognize you without your ‘I mean business’ face on.” “Yeah, well, some of us don’t get to wear hoodies and sneakers to work.” I shot back, taking a seat opposite him. Owen was dressed in his typical laidback style jeans and a t-shirt that likely cost more than my entire wardrobe. Some things never change with Owen. He typed a few more things into his computer before glancing up at me. “Need some coffee, bro, or something? You look like you could use a break.”

Jo's curses never come quickly, so while I wait for her, I check over and over again that I've packed everything Owen needs in his backpack. "Where are we going?" "You're going to Liv's, okay honey? Do you want to play with Lucas?" He goes crazy. He loves Lucas and his huge collection of toys. "Mine," he says, and I let him be happy as he tries to put on the bag. By the time Jo comes out, she's touching up her red lipstick to match her leather skirt. We put on our coats, and I wrap Owen in his. I always think he looks very funny, especially when it rains, and he only puts on the hood; it makes him look like he's from an animated movie.

When I stood back up and turned around, I was face to face with Owen. He was wearing nothing but a pair of expensive looking swim trunks and even more expensive-looking sunglasses. I couldn't help giving his body a once-over, realizing that he must have women do this all the time. He grinned as if he knew exactly what I was doing, and instead of feeling embarrassed, I was glad I had looked.

He dried himself with a soft towel and went out of the bathroom. Owen went through his suitcase searching for anything to wear. Anything at all would do, as it was, he didn't care how he looked. After searching around for a while, he found something that looked decent enough. It was a black shirt that fitted him perfectly and a pair of dark wash jeans. They were a bit baggy but they were his size and if he had to wear this then it would suffice. He put on the clothes and headed out of the guest room. He came across a door that was opened slightly. He made to walk past it but something drew him inside it. Cranking the door a little wider, he figured out it was a lady's room that could belong

I squeezed his hand and watched as his face softened. "Come on; there is a shoe store up ahead. And you need hiking boots." He pulled me to a shoe store then had a clerk help me find the best boots. They advised me to wear them around the house before going hiking in them. I tried to pay for them, but Owen threatened the cashier, so he refused to take my money. After Owen bought me the boots, we went to another store for clothes to wear outdoors. After getting a few sweaters and a couple of jackets, Owen told me we needed my wardrobe to match my soon to be Doctorate status. Trying to talk him out of it was impossible, he kept telling me how he wanted to spoil me.

I climbed out of the car, and some college boys and girls recognized me and came over to check my car. “I should have changed and taken another car.” “Yeah,” Homer agreed. “I don’t think Mrs. Winston will appreciate the attention you’re getting right now.” “Guys, go home.” Owen began shooing students while I removed my jacket and pulled off my tie. I opened the buttons on my shirt and pushed the sleeves up my elbows. Homer chuckled. “You still look like a playboy billionaire. Next time, wear a t-shirt and a baseball cap.” “Too late, she’s coming.” Owen saw her first, while Maverick seemed oblivious, talking to the blond dude.