When Forever Changed Sides

Unexpected Reunion

Bluebell POV

I'm standing outside HR's office.

Mr. Valentino.

An Italian man in his sixties.

He's one person I don't want to cross.

And here I am, standing outside his office, scared to enter because right now, my fate lies in his hands.

“Do you plan on standing there the whole day?”

Aaarrhhhh!!

My supervisor.

“I was just about to knock.”

“That won't be necessary. I have something to discuss with him.”

She stretched out her hand to take the letter.

“Thank you.”

I said it as I handed the letter over to her.

I arrived at my office.

Time to go home.

Today is officially my worst day.

I tried calling Wren to inform him that I was off work, but he wasn't picking up.

Ohhh.

He had a couple of procedures and consultations today.

I guess I wouldn't be hearing from him anytime soon.

I took the lift downstairs.

I went to the reception to check out.

Maya had gotten off work earlier.

As I stepped outside, the cool breeze hit me.

Now that's the feeling of being free again.

I stopped in my tracks.

Standing beside a black Mercedes GLE 63 was a man I knew far too well.

Wren.

My Wren.

He looked like he had just walked out of the shower without fixing his hair.

It looked like he had just gotten a fresh haircut, because why—

His dark hair was all over the place, but somehow, he still looked good.

I could feel heat pooling in my body.

He wore that naughty grin he wore whenever he wanted to f**k.

Those lips, full and soft.

I could drown in them forever.

And his face.

Fuck!!!

Wren had one of those faces that was difficult to ignore.

A defined jaw, full lips, a straight nose, and a smile that could make him look completely innocent, yet he was a naughty boy.

He looked adorable.

He's 6'1".

I always had to tilt my head slightly to look at him properly.

Broad shoulders.

Strong arms.

That lean, athletic build he somehow maintained despite spending half his life in a hospital.

Brown-skinned, just like me.

He was wearing a simple black shirt and black trousers, nothing particularly special.

Just a brown-skinned boy who was addictive in black and even more obsessive when naked.

Somehow, he still looked ridiculously good.

I stared at him for another second.

My legs moved on their own.

I stopped in front of him.

I stared at him for another second.

“What are you doing here?”

His smile widened.

“Nice to see you too, Blue.”

I ran into his arms.

He held me there for a while before pulling away.

“I would rather we get all lovey-dovey at home.”

He opened the car door.

“Maybe bring your dream to life.”

“Naughty boy.”

He paused and stared at me with wide eyes.

He walked over to the driver's seat and looked up.

“Babe, is everything okay?”

I asked.

“Yeah. Just felt someone was watching.”

He said it as he slipped into the driver's seat.

We drove in silence.

Wren hated unnecessary conversation while driving, so I didn't bother starting one.

But I kept stealing glances at him.

He was really here.

I still couldn't believe it.

Weeks of missing him, and suddenly, he was sitting beside me like he'd never left.

I wanted to ask a hundred questions.

Instead, I just smiled.

I heard a knock on the window.

“We are here.”

I looked up.

Fuck.

I slept off.

I alighted from the car.

He carried me up in a bridal style, shutting the door with his leg.

He carried me upstairs.

Judging by the open doors, I could say for sure he had planned this out.

He placed me on the bed.

Dream come through.

We're going to f**k.

I placed my arms around his neck.

He smiled.

And removed them.

“Not now, Blue.”

“Not now?”

I asked in disbelief, my voice pitching higher this time.

“Yeah.”

He said it with a smug expression, far too casually.

I narrowed my eyes.

“So you're telling me I'm supposed to sleep beside a perfectly capable man and behave?”

I asked, my voice rising even higher.

His mouth twitched.

“Sort of.”

“Let's talk once you've taken a shower.”

I scoffed.

“Once I've taken a shower?”

“Suit yourself.”

I said, pissed.

I went into the bathroom.

I removed my clothes forcefully.

I couldn't fight him, but I could rip them apart.

I entered the bathtub, which already had warm water.

He probably thought of me.

How stressed I'd be.

But that didn't change the fact that I hadn't seen him in weeks.

No kisses.

No s*x.

No cuddles.

Nothing.

When we finally meet, we're expected to sleep.

I entered the room.

He was seated at his computer desk.

He looked up and smiled.

“Now that's my favorite girl.”

I snubbed him.

Why answer him when he wouldn't satisfy me?

The bed was already made.

I lay on it.

I was pissed.

No s*x.

Nothing.

But wait.

Why was he here?

He wasn't meant to be back until the holidays.

I couldn't ask him now.

I would give him the silent treatment so he knew what he had done was wrong.

I didn't even have an appetite for food.

Eventually, I slept off.

I could feel a tongue sliding in and out of my p***y, lapping as though my release depended on it.

My insides tightened.

I was coming.

I moaned his name.

“Wren!!!”

My eyes opened.

I looked down between my legs.

There he was, my juices dripping from his face, his tongue sticking out.

“Hi, Blue.”