-BOOK TWO-
This is the second book to better off without you, four years later owen and alana meet again.
can be read as stand alone but would be better if the first book was read before to make more sense.
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lunch with my mom and blair was very fun and very much needed. but i had come to an end. i was on my way home now being driven by one of owens drivers. i didn't like the idea of having someone drive me around, i hate when tony does it but i am so lucky to have him, i've gone through many chauffeurs and tony has been the one to stick for the past two years. and got did i miss him. at least he would talk with me on the drive home. but once again. i'm going to start driving myself places.
i got out of the car thanking henry for driving me and headed into owens house. "how was it?" owen asked as i put my purse down on the table and took a seat. "it was fun, blair is so grown up it's crazy.." i tell him. "i'm sure she is." he gives me a small smile. it had run a little late and it was five o'clock now and we had to leave at five fifteen to catch the flight at six. i had re packed my bag earlier today and owen already put it in the car so we were pretty on schedule i'd say.
"what did you do today?" i ask him "i had two meetings to attend to so that kept me busy for a while." "cool" "mhm" "i'm gonna change and then i should be ready to go" "alright, if i'm not here i'll be waiting in the car." i nod and head down the stairs to where i has been staying. i left out sweatpants and a tank top with a zip up for the plane ride so i quickly put that on and brushed out my hair grabbing the last few things i needed.
i went back up the stairs and through the kitchen where owens family was seated. "thank you for having me here, i hope i'll be back soon" i tell them. "safe travels, sweetheart" wendy says once we finish with our goodbyes i go out the door and into the car owen was in.
"got everything?" he asks "yeah" he begins the drive to the airport, i'm surprised he was the one driving, but i didn't mind. i liked not being driven around by a chauffeur.
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before i knew it, we were down the streets of new york passing all the city lights. "i'll help you carry your stuff up" "no, you don't have to. it's okay" "alana, let me help you" "fine" he takes my suitcase and i grab my backpack, he holds the door to my building and we take the elevator up to my floor where the doors open to the long hallway that we walk down before reaching the penthouse. "lex?" i call out and no answer. i guess she's not home.
owen puts my suitcase by the door and walks over to the island table where i am standing. "uhm, thank you for all of this, really." i tell him "of course" "can i get you anything, water? beer? anything?" i ask "you have bourbon?" "bulleit or bookers?" "bookers"
i grab a glass from then cabinet and then pull out the liquor door picking out the bourbon bottle. once i pour his drink i slide it to him as he takes a seat across from me while i make a dirty martini
owen and i were back and forth talking about highschool, the memories we shared together and how we have been doing since graduation. safe to say i was tipsy after two martinis.
"owen" "yes" "did you love me?" "alana, i will always love you. you know that." i get lost in his eyes for a couple seconds before moving them down to his lips and back up to his eyes. i move my hand to his chest tracing down the buttons on his collard shirt. "alana" he mumbles "i know, i know" i sigh and stand up putting my glass in the sink.
he stands up and follows me standing behind me while i wash my glass. "it's getting late, you should head home, okay?" "alana you can't be sending me mixed signals. tell me what you want" i turn around and face him not realizing how close we were. "i-i don't know what i want. i look at you and all i can see is the boy who broke my heart in 12th grade. its pathetic." he sighs and takes a step back. "im different now, you know that and i only want what's best for you" "this can't happen, not if i end up working for you. you'll be my boss" he nods and takes another step back.
we stand in silence for a minute looking at each other figuring out who will make the next move. "it's late owen" i cross my arms over my chest and look at the floor. "okay, ill see you tomorrow?" "yeah."
he puts his jacket on and makes his way to the front door. "what are you doing tomorrow night?" "i uh- i don't know yet." "i'll pick you up at six, wear a dress." "oh- uhm okay." he looks back at me one more time before opening the door and walking out.
