Victoria Greene

Regret

It was two days since they took Joseph, two whole days without seeing my baby, hearing his cries, touching his soft skin, smelling his scent. I had no idea I was able to survive though I barely was. I had not eaten, bathed or slept since they took him. I cried 24/7. I feared the worst. Charles had insisted I go to his apartment since my house was trashed and he feared they might come back for me though he refused to tell me who they were. The apartment was flooded with security and Charles was barely home, I was losing my mind being stuck in that apartment without my son. I headed my grandmother's words you are gonna regret this. She said and I was to blinded by love to listen. I wished I had stayed in Alabama, my son would have been still with me. I urged to call my father but he wanted nothing to do with me. When the door opened I hoped Charles would walk in with my son in his arms but I was sadly disappointed.

"Where is he?". I cried as Charles walked into the room.

"Please someone find my baby". I sobbed.

"I'll get him back". Charles said softly as he took me in his arms.

"Please bring him back to me". I continued sobbing.

"Come let's get ya cleaned up". He said kissing my forehead before picking me up and taking me to the bathroom. He ran me a bath and took of my clothes before putting me into the bathtub. We sat in silence as he gently washed me with a cloth.

"I've always loved ya skin". He whispered running the wet cloth on my shoulder.

"Do you love me?". I whispered and he kept quiet as he began massaging my shoulders.

"Charles just please tell me the truth". I said softly turning my head to look at him.

"No". He said shaking his head and I nodded feeling tears running down my face. It hurt very much.

"I care about ya Victoria as a friend". He said.

"Friends don't have babies together Charles". I replied wiping my tears wet hand.

"I know". He replied.

"I'm in love with you". I whispered looking into those dark orbs surrounded by thick lashes. I slowly brought my hand to his face, my finger gently ran over the scar on his cheek, watching him stiffen and wince. I gently kissed his scar on his throat.

"Please don't do that". He whispered with his eyes closed, he seemed to be in pain.

"Does it hurt". I asked and he shook his head.

"I don't like being touched on my scars". He said, his eyes held a very vulnerable look.

"How did you get them?". I always wanted to ask the question but I thought it would be inappropriate but he was very vulnerable and open at that moment.

"I don't like talking about that aspect of life". He said and then winced when I touched his manhood.

"You've been stressed, we both have and I want to make you feel better". I said as I got up from the bathtub and kissed him, my hand trailed to his pants as I unbuckled his belt. He slowly and sensually rubbed my thigh as his hand made its way to my core. He brushed my core before gently inserting a finger and I moaned though it was a little uncomfortable since I had done it in over a year.

"Charles". I whispered as he moved his fingers inside of me. I held his gently looking into his eyes as he pleasured me and I remembered why I fell in love with him. His gentleness, his caring nature and his ability to make me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.

"Charles". I moaned and bit my lip trying to quieten my moans when I remembered his bodyguards were in the living room.

"I want you". I said grabbing his manhood in his boxers and he groaned. He took it out from his boxers and pulled his fingers from me. He positioned me in front of him and took his manhood into his hand before slowly easing his way inside of me. I gasped and grabbed his shoulders for support. Our moment was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Mr. Luciano, there's a phone call for you". One of his bodyguards said as he slowly thrust into me covering my mouth with his hand to quieten my moans.

"Who is it?". He asked thrusting into me again and I hit his chest watching him smirk at my need to scream.

"A Dr. Narcisse he says it's urgent". He said and Charles stiffened slowly pulling out of me before quickly putting on his pants.

"Stay here". He said walking out of the bathroom and closing the door behind him. I was confused by his behavior and wondered who this Dr. Narcisse may be. I got out of the bathtub, dried myself with a towel before putting on my slip and going to investigate. I walked out of the bathroom and walked to the living room. Charles was on the phone visible angry.

"I swear to f*cking if anythin' happens to him I will skin ya alive". Charles said I gasped. This was the man that had my son.

"Joseph". I said attempting to get to Charles so I can speak to the man who had my son but one of his bodyguards held me back covering my mouth to quieten down my desperate screams.

"Interesting proposition let me think 'bout that". Charles said hanging up and his bodyguard finally let me go.

"What are you going to think about, there's nothing to think about, do whatever they want". I said frantically grabbing his shoulders.

"He wants everything I worked my entire life for Goddammit!". He said as his voice rose and his fist collided with the table.

"So just give him everything then". I said and he didn't answer but I knew from the look on his face, he was not going to.

"Charles!". I screamed shaking him and he shrugged me off.

"I'll get him back and kill that son of a b*tch for thinking he could f*ck with me". He said as he walked away from me, leaving me a sobbing mess when I realized that I may never see my son again.