Bets, Beds and Treads || 18+

𝒗𝒊𝒊.

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𝗜'𝗗 𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 stayed over at anyone else's place before. It was always my house where the sleepovers happened, mostly because it was empty, and Mary never really cared either way.

I never liked being at other people's places. It left me feeling out of control, as if I had to put on an act just to win their approval and affection. A bad habit of mine. Being the daughter of a businessman has left me with that; I was always expected to look perfect even when I was anything but.

I preferred it when people were on my turf. It was like an unspoken rule. But here I was, breaking that rule tonight. Why? Because of a stupid bet, obviously.

If it were any other guy, trust me, I would have made my way by a single flirtatious comment, maybe even showing a little skin but this is Reign we are talking about. Reign, who's never had a girlfriend, who's never even glanced at a girl. The guy who keeps everyone at arm's length so, showing tits or anything just meant slamming a door to my own face just like Sia had.

I hated the fact that I was not really being myself. I also kinda hated the fact that I was deceiving him and now, his parents. Yet, my ego refuses to back down. All this for a bet-and a guy!

A guy who's slowly but surely getting inside your head.

The smell of stew fills the air when I walk into the dining area after freshening up, and my stomach growls in anticipation. Mrs. Grace is setting up the table, humming to herself, while Reign's dad sits nearby, reading a newspaper. He looks up as I walk in, giving me a polite nod.

"Take a seat," He calls out and I smile, going over to join them. Mr. Daniels is handsome but there's no resemblace to Reign somehow-it's like they're both from two very different worlds or maybe, I am just tripping.

He seems like he's about to ask me something when I hear footsteps approaching, so I look up and... Gulp.

I AM tripping now, if I wasn't earlier because... This was not a cliché chick flick movie, but damn, time seemed to slow down for a second.

Reign, in all his glory, has a towel slung over one shoulder, with droplets of water glistening in his damp hair. His white shirt clings to his torso showing off some skin, while his sweatpants sit low on his hips, casual and effortlessly... distracting.

These were moments when my thoughts fell apart, and my body went into overdrive. All I could think about was just rushing over there and introducing him to all those tantalizing pleasures.

But for my sanity, I quickly turn away, shaking off the moment and forcing myself to focus on my surroundings. I wasn't about to let my mind wander down a sinful path right in front of his parents. But a frown crosses my face as I catch his parents exchanging amused knowing glances, making me feel like I'm intruding on some private joke.

I never imagined a family like this could even exist. It just all feels too unreal. Given your non-existent family, ofc you didn't.

Reign catches my gaze, and I bite my lip, the silence between us stretching uncomfortably as he settles into his chair.

Mr. Daniels breaks the stillness, turning his attention to me. "So, Reina, you said you're on your own tonight? Where are your parents?"

I hesitate for a moment, unsure how to answer. "They're... away on business," I finally say, keeping my tone light. "They travel a lot, so it's usually just me and my maid."

"That must feel lonely..." Mr. Daniels replies, a hint of concern in his voice.

I laugh it off, trying to sound nonchalant. "It has its perks, I guess. And I have gotten pretty used to it. Thank you for asking." I smile.