Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 2

Could a strayed man ever be this casual and caring?

It was odd. Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, Bryant was also a whiz in the kitchen, whipping up delicious meals in no time.

Yet, he hardly ever cooked. But he served up an enticing tomato meat sauce pasta in about fifteen minutes.

"It’s not bad!" I didn't hold back my praise after taking a bite. "Who taught you to cook? It is better than any restaurant’s food."

He seemed momentarily lost in thought, his expression clouded. After a half-minute pause, he said quietly, "For those two years I spent studying abroad, I had to learn to fend for myself to satisfy my cravings for home."

It was just casual conversation on my part, and I didn't think much more of it.

After bathing and lying in bed, it was already past three in the morning.

Behind me, Bryant's warm body pressed against mine, his chin resting in the crook of my neck, gently nuzzling.

"Feeling it?" His voice was rough as if sanded down, his breath on my skin sending shivers down my spine.

Before I could respond, he leaned over, his hand slipping under the hem of my silk nightdress.

He was always dominant in bed, leaving little room for resistance.

But this time, I had to decline. "Honey, not tonight..." My voice was as weak as my body, melting into a puddle.

"Hmm?" Bryant continued to kiss my neck, his hand venturing lower, his words turning my cheeks scarlet. "This seems quite welcoming. Don't you agree?"

"I... I have a stomachache today."

At that, he finally ceased his actions, gently kissing my earlobe and pulling me into his embrace. "I forgot it. You're due for your period."

My relaxation was short-lived as I turned to gaze at him, unblinking. "My period was at the beginning of the month. It's already passed."

"Is that so?" He seemed calm, questioning himself, "My memory must've played tricks on me. Is the pain severe? Maybe Emma should take you to the clinic tomorrow."

I replied, "I've already been this morning."