Lost Me Gained Regret

It felt like getting caught in the act, even though that wasn't the case. Still, I couldn't help feeling a bit guilty as I looked towards Bryant Ferguson. "Mr. Ferguson, he's here to pick me up, so... I won't trouble you any further, thank you!"

With those words, I made my way to the car, leaning on it as I approached.

"You..." Bryant looked at me with concern, his eyes swirling with emotions. He caught up in one stride but didn't say much, only helping me into Gregory Ford's car.

Then, turning to Gregory, he said coldly, "There's no need for misunderstandings. She was drugged. I'm handing her over to you because I trust you're not the type to take advantage of someone in her condition."

Gregory let out a chuckle, "Mr. Ferguson, your concern is amusing. How I conduct myself is none of your business. If I recall correctly, you and Jane aren't involved anymore."

Bryant's posture stiffened, a moment of confusion passing before he spoke again, "This kind of situation... it's best handled when both parties are sober and willing."

He looked at me deeply, his voice restrained. "Take good care of her!"

With that, he closed the car door and walked away quickly, as if afraid he might regret his actions. Yet, every step he took was filled with reluctance. Gregory signaled the driver to start the car, then snatched away Bryant's jacket from behind me.

Pulling me onto his lap with a firm arm, he gave me a cold look, "You didn't think to call me when things went south?"

"Weren't you still mad at me?"

I gave him a smile, pointing to the cut on my lip, "It's not even healed yet."

Gregory snorted with a hint of laughter, "Remember the spanking, but not the lesson."

I reached my hand around his neck, asking with a smile, "So, are you going to spank me again?"

Perhaps it was the drugs talking, but my mind was unusually straightforward, voicing thoughts without any filter, acting without hesitation. Under normal circumstances, I could never be this bold.

Gregory raised his eyebrows slightly, surprised. "When you deserve it, yes."

"Naughty Gregory!"

It was a phrase I often used when we were kids, and now it slipped out naturally. Both of us saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

His response was sharp, "You remembered everything?"

"Yeah."

I suddenly felt hotter, trying to wriggle out of his grip to return to my seat.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Gregory held onto my hand, asking, "Why run?"

"I'm hot..." As soon as the words left my mouth, I wanted to sink into the ground from embarrassment.

The wave of heat within me threatened to overwhelm me.

"Easy, don't fuss."

He held me still, his voice soothing, "Just bear with it a bit longer; we're almost home."

Then, he glanced at the driver, instructing, "Drive faster."

The car sped all the way to the apartment complex.

But instead of taking me to my place, he brought me to his on the fifth floor.

No sooner had he laid me on the sofa than his phone rang, and Ike's chirpy voice came through.

"Uncle! Did you pick up Auntie yet? Layla and I are still out playing."

"Got her."

Gregory sat on the sofa, turned on the speakerphone, and tossed it aside before leaning down

kiss the corner of my lips

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"Then you better not bully Auntie!"

Gregory arched an eyebrow, a hint of mischief in his tone, "And what counts as bullying?"

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