regrets ✔️ | frank x reader |

~Reckless~

Her regrets were now forgotten.

Frank looked at her. His crimson red eyes were wide and gazing at Y/N.

"I was a bit reckless. Sorry." Y/N shuffled around awkwardly. She definitely didn't regret it.

"No need to apologize. I should take you back to get some rest. You look sick." Frank cleared his throat, his face was serious now. Y/N could see a bright gleam in his eyes. He looked happy.

Y/N let Frank lead her to the car. She melted under his touch. It was oddly suspicious behavior coming from Frank. He had taken her feelings into account.

The car ride back was silent but it was a good silent. The mood had changed. It went from gloomy and depressing to thrilling and ecstatic.
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They arrived back at the Franklin mansion and Y/N immediately got out, saving no time for Frank to catch up.

Frank caught up quickly and snaked an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

The group of people were still crowding around each other, talking quietly.

Frank had pulled her into his room and closed the door, locking it.

Y/N collapsed on the couch in front of the fireplace and sighed.

"Do you mind explaining now?" Y/N asked. Frank had taken off his suit jacket and was at the opposite side of the room.

"Mr. Ivanov has betrayed the Secret Society and is now working with your father." Frank had reached into a liquor cabinet and pulled out a familiar bottle.

Y/N stayed quiet. Frank continued.

"It seems that they are closer to us then I had expected. In fact, they were right under our nose." Frank mumbled. He looked at the bottle and rotated it. Y/N looked at the design on the bottle.

It was the champagne bottle that Frank had gave Y/N. It was the same bottle that had the word euphoria engraved on it.

"I should've known. Euphoria is a company." Frank said a bit angry.

"I'm not catching on. I'm a bit slow." Y/N said, a confused look plastered on her face. She looked at Frank as if he was mad.

"Euphoria is an organization disguised as a champagne company. Your father and Ivanov are apart of the organization. They are involved in human trafficking and tax fraud so to cover it up, they created Euphoria." Frank explained. His eyes glued on the bottle.

"Why is this important?" Y/N sprawled herself on the couch.

Frank smirked and looked at Y/N.

"Your father, the CEO of Euphoria, is hosting a party on Saturday in honor of their fifty year anniversary." Frank's face lit up.

"And?." Y/N looked back at Frank.

"I need another favor." Frank walked up to Y/N and stood over her.

"What now?" Y/N crossed her arms.

"I need you to come with me to the party." Frank pleaded.