Lost Me Gained Regret

I was practically racing around the corner when suddenly, a forceful grip latched onto my wrist!

Startled, I whipped around, only to crash into Gregory's deep eyes. I heaved a silent sigh of relief. "You scared the living daylights out of me!"

Gregory's eyebrows quirked up teasingly, "What's the rush? You running from ghosts or something?"

"Yeah, exactly!" I shot him a glare, a mix of annoyance and jest. "Running from the ghost who called me your lover!"

Gregory frowned in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"Some random dude blocked me at the apartment entrance," I explained, slipping my hand into his as we made our way toward the elevator, venting my frustration, "Out of nowhere, he accused me of being your lover, claimed you'd lose interest in me in no time, and warned me not to fantasize about becoming part of the Ford dynasty..."

I decided not to mention what Alaric said about giving Bryant another shot.

Gregory was already up to his ears sorting out family crap at the Ford's place that night, didn't need any extra headache.

In my heart, I knew which path I was meant to take moving forward.

But as I rambled on, Gregory was half-distracted, typing away on his phone. I only caught the tail end of his musing, "So, do you want to?"

"Want what?" I asked reflexively.

smile, "Fantasize about

a playful glare. "Is that your idea

"Proposals shouldn't be rushed. Besides, it's

stirred in me. Looking up at Gregory,

the elevator, he asked, "So, being sensible, do I get a

As long as it doesn't bankrupt me,

me," he pointed at

my gaze flicked to the elevator's camera, and I hissed, "There's a

"Oh."

Gregory sounded reluctantly

but then, leveraging

and long legs, he swiftly

eyed me, "Can you

hiding your head

he might do something

his cheek,

whovel.net

"There, happy