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“I don’t need medical attention. I need to speak with you, Reagan.”
I was so shocked when I looked up and saw Aiden standing there that I dropped my phone. “Oh, shit,” I bent over to pick it up before looking back at Aiden. “Aiden. What are you doing here?”
“I came to talk to you.”
That was obvious. Why else would he be here?
“What did you want to talk about?” I was just moments away from contacting him, but this sudden appearance had me shaking and tongue-tied.
“I’m sure you know, Reagan.”
Fuck!
I had already decided that this was going to happen, so it should have been okay. But to suddenly be in the moment? That had my head spinning. Sure, the confrontation was a lot earlier than I expected or was maybe ready for, but that shouldn’t matter. This way, I couldn’t chicken out. The universe knew I was prepared at that moment to reveal all my cards, so I needed to put it all out on the table and hope for the best.
“Yeah, we do need to talk, Aiden.”
My ex was still standing by the front door of the clinic, but his hazel eyes were fixed on me. The cut of his dark-brown suit was so form-fitting I could see the way his muscles tensed. He was angry. Before walking over to me, I heard the lock click behind him.
“Let’s talk then.”
There was a growl in his voice. One that I hadn’t heard in a long time. It made my back shiver, and my knees shake a bit. In one short sentence, Aiden was reminding me that he was in control. He was the dom, and I was his sub, and I had not given him what he wanted.
Part of my instincts flared, not eager to give up control after having a tight grip on it for so long. Another part of me melted. My pussy ached to let Aiden do things to me again. My body desperately wanted what we used to have. The fun, the connection. It was more than the sex, I missed our relationship, our love.
But things were more complicated now. Neither of us were the children we once were. No matter what my heart and body wanted, I would do what was best for my son.Chapter Fifteen - AidenI went over to Reagan’s clinic immediately after the PI left. When I searched for it online, its website said it should still be open. I had no way of knowing if Reagan was still there. It was safe to assume she worked long shifts.
If she wasn’t at work, the next place to check would be her apartment. I’d rather not confront her about this in front of Bobby, though. Yes, I wanted answers, but the kid didn’t deserve to hear whatever blowout might happen. I believed that Reagan wouldn’t get hostile, but there was no way for me to know. She could be hot-tempered.
When I got to the clinic, I saw her inside at the front desk. I was planning on waiting for her to come out into the parking lot, but when I saw the last employee leave, I thought it might be a good idea to just go in there to speak with Reagan. So, there we were, Reagan on the other side of the front desk, the two of us staring one another down.
“Do you want me to start?” she asked. I could tell she was nervous. Her hands were shaking on the top of the counter, and her bright blue eyes kept flitting away from my face.
“No, I can.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “I want to start by saying that I know everything.”
The color left her face when I said that. Reagan probably never expected for me to piece it all together on my own, but I managed.
“Everything?” she whispered.
I nodded in response. Her hands were resting on the countertop. I could see them balling into fists, her nails digging into her palms. Her chest rose and fell with each deliberate breath.
Even in scrubs, Reagan couldn’t hide her sweet body from me. I could see the curve of her breasts and the width of her hips. All these weeks thinking about her had made my body hunger for hers. I had come to her for one thing, the truth about Bobby, but my mind had wandered into other places, and there was nothing wrong with getting a little taste.
I started to shift to the other side of the counter. Reagan’s eyes widened, but she didn’t do anything to stop me. She just looked up. We were face to face, toe to toe.
I loosened my silk tie, pulling it out from under my collar. When it was free from my neck, Reagan held up her hands, her wrists touching. We were on the same page like we always used to be. It was perfect.
