COLD

Chapter 62 My little naughty man.

Minutes later, Stella comes out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her slender body. She looks around but doesn't see any sign of Reagan.

"Where did he go?" She mumbles as she walks towards the bed where her clothes were. Seeing his suit laying beside her clothes, she begins to wonder if he's planning on wearing suit at home.

Stella takes off her towel and proceeds to wear her clothes. She hears the door open and with no doubt, she knows it obviously Reagan.

Stella turns to face him with a confused look on her face. "Are you planning on wearing suit to stay at home?" She asks.

Reagan shakes his head as he takes off his bathrobe. "I changed my mind. I'm not staying at home, I'm going to the company."

Stella smirks at him as he puts on his clothes. "What made you change your mind, I thought you said you were tired."

Reagan stood in front of the mirror as he fixed his leather belt around his suit pants. "I can't stay home alone while you are out. I'll be too bored and I might start thinking of naughty things to do to you when you return. Going to the company will keep me distracted, or would you prefer I stay at home?" He asked, grinning at her.

"No, you can go." Stella replied as she arranged her purse.

"Are you ready?" He asks and she nods in reply. "Let's go." Reagan says, snatching her purse from her hand. He follows behind her with her purse hanging on his shoulder.

They got to the parking lot only to find Blake waiting there already.

"Good morning Mr. and Mrs. Brighton. Where would you like to go today?" Blake asked with a smile.

Reagan opened the front door and helped Stella in. "The key, I'll drive today. Meet me at the company." He said as he closed the door.

Blake hands him the key then watch them leave before leaving in his car.

Stella sat quietly at the front seat as she watched Reagan drive. She admired the way he turned the steering. He looked so good in black. His white skin contrasted with the black he wore, making his features stand out more.

His black silky hair was neatly combed to the side, outlining the red mark on his neck.....wait, is that a hickey?

"Reagan!" Stella called almost immediately.

Reagan looks at her with wide eyes, startled by the way she shouted his name. "What's wrong?" He asked as she stretched her hand towards his neck.

"There's a hic...hickey on your neck." She pointed out, purposely caressing the spot on his neck.

"Mmm." Reagan mumbled as his body tingled under her touch. He grabs her hand and plants a kiss on it. "You gave it to me last night."

Stella blushes at his words. She looks away in embarrassment but Reagan's next words makes her look at him with wide eyes.

"What did you say?" Stella asks, thinking she heard it wrong.

Reagan chuckled as he ran his fingers through her hair. "I gave you one too." He replied.

"Where, show me." Stella panicked, seeing they were already getting closer to the publishing company.

"Relax, it's not that visible. Your hair is covering it." Reagan says as he pushes her hair to the side, showing her where the hickey was.

Stella looks at the mirror and sees the hickey on the middle left part of her neck.

"How could you do this when you knew I would be going to work today?" Stella asked, smacking him hard on his chest.