Page 59 of The Originals

Regina lifted her hips and snorted. “Real fucking romantic, Grain.” Then she sank down on his cock, and he groaned.

Fucking perfect!

Chapter Fifteen

“Need you to close tonight,” Ernie said. “And Grain’s here.”

Oh, hell no.Regina spun around with two bottles in her hands.

“No.”

Ernie sighed. “Gee, I need…”

Regina narrowed her gaze. “I don’t give a shit what you need. Told you last week, I’m taking the night off along with Wednesday and Thursday morning. You gave it to me.”

“Yeah, but…”

She held up her hand and walked to the door, stopping next to him. “Again. I don’t give a shit.”

Ernie muttered something under his breath, which she ignored. She wasn’t lying when she mentioned not caring. Tonight was important, and there was nothing getting in her way. It was an odd feeling to be so invested in one night. It was so unlike her, especially considering the reason and event. But this was a first in Regina’s life.

She walked out from the back and behind the bar, zoning in on the end seat. His spot. It wasn’t reserved, but her man had been known to intimidate people if they were sitting there when he came in. The locals didn’t even bother sitting there when she was working. They knew better.

Grain was sipping his beer, eyeing her from the rim of his glass. She stopped in front of him, resting her elbows on the bar, smiling. “Hey baby.”

The corner of his mouth curled.

If anyone would’ve told her she’d be settled down with a man years ago, she would have taken a bet with all her money on the opposite. She wasn’t the type to be tied down. Grain changed that a year ago. And now it was time to celebrate. It was unlike Regina, but she was almost giddy at the idea of getting away, without distraction or any interruptions. Just them together alone.

“I’ll be home by seven.”

Grain lifted his glass. “Ain’t closing tonight?”

What the… Of course not.While Regina wasn’t the typical type of woman who kept track of milestones and celebrated them all, this one was pretty big. For her and for him.

“No.” She laughed but immediately sobered up when she scanned his face.

You fucking forgot, didn’t you?She should’ve expected it.Goddammit, Grain.

Regina narrowed her gaze. “You do remember what today is, right?”

Grain glanced up at the ceiling, squinted, and sipped his beer. “Tuesday.

Asshole!

“Thedate, Grain.”

He continued drinking his beer, staring at her over the rim of his mug. It was a stall tactic. She knew he was well-aware he’d messed up somehow, but he hadn’t figured out what he’d done just yet. Knowing they could be there all day, Regina was going to put them both out of their misery.

“Our one year anniversary?” She raised her brows, waiting on some type of reaction. When she didn’t get one, she straightened and pressed her hands on the bar. “I told you weeks ago. I put in the time.And, I reminded you last week in bed.”

“That’s tonight?”

Oh, dear fucking God! How have I not killed you yet?

Grain slowly placed his beer down on the counter and licked his lips. “We’ll do something next week.”

“No,” she snapped, feeling her blood race through her veins. “We’ll do ittonight, tomorrow, and Thursday.”