OWNED

CHAPTER 27

Meghan was getting dressed in front of her floor length mirror. She straightened her locks with a warm iron and did her eyes slightly darker, plumping her lips with a dark red shade and applying a generous coat of mascara. She put on a knee length maroon velevet dress with bell sleeves, cinched at her tiny waist and flared from there up till the knee and coupled the dress with black stilettos. She drove to Wilsons place as requested and the drive wasn't that long. He had already provided her the code to his penthouse so she punched them quickly in the elevator.

The elevator dinged open, showing off the penthouse and the man who owned it.

Wilson was leaning against a wall by the foyer, obviously waiting for her. He was dressed in his signature white shirt and navy blue pants with the top two buttons of his shirt undone and his hair still wet from the shower. He practically looked edible and sexily devilish.

''Hi'', was the only thing Meghan could manage.

Wilson pulled her into a swift hug whispering how beautiful she looked.

''So no baggage'', Meghan smirked as she did not spot anyone else around the flat.

''Uh huh, so maybe this time when you splash my expensive wine at me, you can help me clean up too'', Wilson winked at Meghan and all she could do was gape with her mouth open in response. He had a very dirty mouth.

''Or how about, this time if you open your mouth to give me a heart attack, I can push you down the balcony'', Meghan laughed.

''Never the one to back down from a fight, come'', Wilson grabbed her by the waist as he led her to the dining area.

''I instructed Ross to fix us a few things, if you don't mind, I did not know my landing situation'', Wilson apologized.

''It's fine, here'', Meghan shyly handed him over a wine bottle, the same he had picked up for her at her place.

''Ah, humour me'', Wilson placed the bottle on the counter.

''Let's eat, I'm famished'', Wilson served a generous portion of grilled chicken lasagna and Greek salad onto their plates and filled their glasses with wine.

''I like eating to music'', Wilson scrolled his phone for a song and in a few moments the hall was filled with the intoxicating voice of Jessie ware, saying you love me to my face.

Meghan carefully looked at Wilson, deciphering if he picked this song on purpose or otherwise. She quickly ignored the former and took a bite of the Greek salad. It was delicious.

''This is too good'', Meghan nodded.

''Ross is'', Wilson hadn't stopped stealing glances at her, his eyes fixed on her movements.

''So tell me how was your business trip, we never talk about you'', she spoke between bites.

''Oh the opposite mi amor, we always talk about me, though the meeting was fine, monotonous, just the usual. I am actually planning upon investing in Valedomoro'', he announced.

''Yes, I saw that bit of information in the news. Isn't it a dead space'', she wanted to know why he would invest in a place like this when he could have any establishment he wanted.

''I'm passionate about turning it upside down. I mean keeping some of the interior as relic but transform the rest into a much more profitable space'', he replied. She was so thrilled, it was the first time they had talked about his work, and she figured not everything was a money making machine for him, he was really excited about this new venture.

''So there's this thing'', Wilson stiffened his stance immediately changed and he seemed nervous.

''What is it'', Meghan place her lips on the rim of the wine glass, tinting it with her dark red lip color.