Ruthless King

Oh no.

Now look what she’d done.

Idiot.

He had been taking care of her the past few days, and now that he had a chance to work, she was holding him back.

“No. I’ll be all good. I might watch a movie or something.”

“It’s nearly your bedtime.”

“Um, I’m pretty sure I don’t have a bedtime.”

He shot her another look. Sheesh.

“But I’ll probably go to sleep soon anyway.”

“Good girl.” Leaning in, he kissed her. “I’ll check in with you later. Be good.”

“When aren’t I good?”

“Hmm, let’s see. Perhaps when your ex racks up thousands of dollars of debt in your name and instead of telling me and letting me take care of it, you get a job stripping?”

“I can’t go to you with all of my problems.”

“That’s exactly what I expect you to do, baby.”

The man was nuts.

But she damn well loved him. So she guessed she was a bit nuts too.

Darn it!

She’d woken up in bed alone again!

How early did Regent get up? Sure, she’d been sleeping in lately. Partly because she was catching up on sleep and partly because she had nowhere to be.

But she was determined today to get out of bed and do something. Yesterday, she’d spent most of the day reading and watching bad TV. She’d even plotted out a book.

She’d always wanted to try writing a book, but life had kept getting in the way. When she’d told Lowell her dream of becoming a writer he’d scoffed and told her that she’d be hopeless at it. That she’d never make it as an author.

He was likely right.

So she hadn’t bothered again. Until today when a storyline had just come to her.

It had felt good to work on her writing. However, she was feeling a bit out of sorts. Uncertain of her place. Of what she was meant to do with her time.

She’d barely seen Regent yesterday.

And part of her was still wondering if he regretted bringing her here.

Well, today was a new day. Actually, what day was it?

Oh, Thursday.

Thankfully, she’d called work to tell them she needed this week off. There was a weird email in her inbox from HR asking to see her at her earliest convenience, but she’d decided to worry about it next week.

Hopping out of bed, she grabbed her robe from the closet, then after washing her face and making sure it was drool-free, she headed downstairs.