Disclaimer: All characters and known situations belong to their respective owners. I do not own OUAT. I do own some characters though that will be introduced in the future.
Authors note: So, here is chapter two and chapter three will follow it very shortly. Once again, this story was deleted off of my own account after being hacked and someone is trying to rewrite and doing a horrible job, so here we go!
Credit: Rafa as always for this great idea.
Chapter Two
"Her?" He asked, gazing at her from across the bar, watching his brother, David and his best friend, Killian approaching them, listening around the table attentively.
"Yes her. She thinks she so damn perfect but she's not. She got me fired and deserved everything she gets." Mary Margaret told him, bitterly.
Robin then knew the bet was personal. That wasn't going to waver his answer on the bet; still wanting to go through with it.
"What's my prize?" He questioned. He wanted to know her name but he would ask her and not anyone at the table knowing they would go off on a long lecture about her.
Robin spaced out for a moment, staring at her lips and drifting down to the smooth expanse of her neck descending towards her cleavage- and what a cleavage it was. His eyes sparkled when he imagined those perfect plump lips wrapped around his cock and what was really under that red cocktail dress.
As well as being a professional swimmer with more money he could ever want he had a mean streak and one of the highest sex drives on the team. He was labeled as a player from all the many girls he has slept with.
And he loved every minute.
He couldn't help but picture this dark haired girl naked on her back- or, as he favored her on her hands and knees. The thought made his eyes wander down Regina's body, covered by the beautiful dress but no less tempting for it be taken off.
Robin always loved a good mystery when it came to a woman's body. It made it more satisfying when he saw it for the first time.
Just as his mind had wandered to how much he'd like to strip her of her dress and pound his cock into her tight, inviting center he was jolted out of his daydream when Gold finally answered his question, "one hundred thousand dollars."
He nodded, bringing the glass of whiskey to his lips, his eyes once again slid over to the dark haired girl and to his surprise she was staring back at him.
His breathing hitched when her eyes flickered over to him. He couldn't help but wonder if David or even Killian told her about the bet but she turned back around ordering herself another drink.
"Sounds like a good deal, Mate. I'm in." He crooned. His eyes were fully on Mary Margaret when happy emotions rolled in her eyes.
She wasn't the only one who was going to be happy about this because he really needed a good lay and Marian just wasn't cutting it anymore.
"Ready to go?" David appeared, asking Mary Margaret who nodded at him with a smile. Robin couldn't help think if she was getting laid tonight because of what just taken place at the table. He decided to dismiss the thoughts due to the man she was sleeping with was his brother.
"I'll see you guys later," she said, excitedly.
Robin watched them exit, listening to the dull conversations around the table and decided in that moment to see the beautiful woman who was going to earn him a hundred thousand dollars.
"Hello beautiful, I'm Robin Nolan," he introduced himself and seating next to her with a smile etched onto his handsome face.
Her breathing started to hitch, pleasing Robin in every way. He always had that type of effect on woman.
And he loved every moment of it because he was that irresistible and he knew it.
"I'm Regina Mills, pleased to meet you," she purred and leaned over handing him her hand to shake. Of course, he took it but instead of shaking it, he leaned it up against his lips and kissed it.
Before she could open her mouth to speak, his accented voice, deceiving soft, broke the silence between them.
"You are enchanting, Sweetness."
She gazed away rolling her eyes, swallowing the lump in her throat as her thoughts got the best of her when it came to any man who wanted her attention; her eyes flashed with anger and heat and she replied. "It's Regina, not sweetness.." She cleared her throat, realizing how abrupt she had sounded, borderline rude, she continued. "If we're going to have a conversation, I'd prefer if you used my name. And considering I know who you were and what you do, I don't see this going anywhere," she said sounding maliciously, her eyes hardened, "but if you must talk to me, it would be sweet of you to use my name and not same lame nickname which you call the girls before you sleep with them."
He nearly laughed, wanting to scoff at her bitter and brazen words. He expected her to fall over herself apologizing, trembling in fear but she continued to glare at him bravely. He couldn't help but be amused. Perhaps this girl was a little more than meets the eye.
It occurred to him that the bet would be a little bit more challenging now.
"I've underestimated you, Miss Mills," he said silkily, chuckling. "You've managed to surprise me not once but twice in the span of three minutes. Bravo." He sent her a wicked smile, one that always made woman swoon and basically fall into his bed without any other help.
She raised an eyebrow at him, tilting her head to the side, appraising him more with the intensity that made him feel strangely uneasy and then it occurred to him that Regina is the first woman who has be able to resist him in any way. He felt a wave of annoyance flow through him.
"Should I give myself a pat on the back? Oh, better yet, how about a cookie?" She said, her tone once again sounding bitter and a little sarcastic.
His face fell, eyes hardening. How dare she talk back to him? He was the best professional swimmer on the east coast-which to her wasn't saying much- but the way she was staring at him made it seem like she saw right through him.
His selfishness and the violent streak was right there, but it was closed up inside and barely ever came out, how the hell did she know about him?
Then he thought about it for a few moments and realized she was talking about the player side of him. He liked to sleep with any female that looks pretty, and that was no secret.
He leaned forward closer towards her knowing he wasn't going to win the bet tonight because she was just too hard to crack. She had a shell around her, and he would get past that, betting that it would only take a week, but that's when he saw it. The subtle emotion swirling around in her eyes; lust, desire and maybe a bit of arousal and that was permeating his control to wrap around his cock causing it to twitch underneath the fabric wanting to spring to life.
Thank God for belts, right?
Instead of continuing this like he planned to, he began thinking with the head in his pants and pressed his lips to her. What surprised him was she was kissing back.
She wanted him.
She pulled away first with shock in her eyes. That wasn't how the conversation was going to go and in a split second, she slapped him across the face with all the strength in her before leaving him there in shock.
He leaned back in the chair with his jaw dropped in anger and awe. Nobody in his existence- which wasn't much- has ever denied him or, even slapped him.
This bet was either going to make him or break him, but the first thing he had to do was apologize to Regina from crossing boundaries which were a first for him.
He wasn't the type of person to say sorry and actually mean it.
It took him three long and miserable days with heaps of stalking and begging to find out where Regina worked. She was a private person and them, Robin and her, didn't have that many friends in common and it made it harder than he ever thought possible to find her.
He slowed his pace, strolling into the hospital, holding a bouquet of flowers, whistling to himself as the light from outside disappeared once the doors closed. Smiling when he heard a nurse talk about Regina and how easy she calmed down a child as if she had a child of her own.
"Regina Mills around?" He asked, nicely giving the nurse his best smile. He couldn't help but gaze around the area noticing the typical hospital smell and fake posters that nobody ever likes reading.
"Regina Mills please come to the front desk of level three." The nurse requested into the speaker and then repeated it once more like the procedure recalled for.
It was a few moments before he heard her sigh behind him when she appeared from behind the doors that simply read restricted.
"Hello Sweetness," he said to her sweetly, handing her the flowers which she took willingly, eying them suspiciously. It then came to him that she didn't trust him, and that was making it even harder for him to complete the bet in the time limit that was set for him.
"What do you want? And my name is Regina. I don't know how many damn times I have to tell you that," she whispered, bitterly. She wasn't making it easy for him, and he felt like she knew that.
"I want to see you, and it's your nickname. I don't call anyone else Sweetness," he told her truthfully just to hear her scoff at him. A wave of annoyance flew through his veins, clenching his jaw he then smiled at her.
"Don't believe me? That's fine. I can wait till you trust me," he said gently, stepped forward and ran a few fingers down her arm, "but if you must know, I came to apologize for what occurred at the bar."
He was expecting some reaction or emotion out of her, but she resumed calm standing straight and gazed up at him.
"It's okay, Mr. Nolan. Don't do it again." She turned towards the doors, thinking the conversation was over. He grabbed her arm and there gaze met without hesitation as her intense brown gaze was outstandingly unreadable but what he didn't know was she was putting every ounce of her willpower she had over her body from reacting to his presence let alone touch.
"Conversation's not over, love," he smiled, letting go of her arm watching her turn to him giving him her full attention.
"Alright, continue with it. I have a job to do," she said, sternly.
"Will you go on a date with me?" he asked, smiling at her. She inhaled sharply picking at the flower. It was obviously a shock to her that he actually wanted to go on a date. He didn't seem like the dating type.
"Please give me a chance. I know I can be a bit too much. I-"
"Cocky. Say it with me, Robin. Cocky. You're cocky." She interrupted him, agreeing about his true nature. Robin could be a selfish son of a bitch when it came to himself because, in reality, he only thought about himself.
"Yeah, okay. But Sweetness, just give me a chance. It's just one date. One date, and you can decide where we stand after this date," he said, smiling at her.
She laid the flowers on the nurse's counter and crossed her arms wondering what the hell he was up to. She can see right through him but now? He was completely unreadable and to her, that wasn't a good sign, but she could use a night out.
"Yes," she answered, nicely.
"Yes?" he asked, frozen in light shock. He thought it would have been harder than that for her to say yes.
"Yes, I'll go on a date with you. Are you deaf? Cause I can get a doctor to check your ears in case you are and get you all set up for some hearing aids." She said, reminding him that she could be a smart ass if he didn't know it.
He chuckled.
"Regina Mills, your needed in room 412 on level four." A female voice said over the intercom catching both of their attention, and that meant she had to leave this conversation and do her job of saving people.
"Duty calls, Nolan. Text me later with details," she said, nicely. He then noticed she actually smiled before leaning up towards him, pressing her lips against his cheek and taking off towards the elevator with the roses.
He smirked and jumped in joy. The plan was back in action and the sooner the bet was over, the sooner he could put his primary focus on his swimming career and the hundred grand he can spend on whatever he wanted.
Robin thought about her, then realized he had to deal with the woman he hated. The girl he was currently in a relationship with and what was too bad about her was that she sucked in the sheets.
So ending things with Marian was the next thing on his list for the day because if Marian got wind of the bet there would be hell to pay and he would be the target.
He got in his car and made his ways to her house and walks straight up to her front door and paused for a moment. Realizing he should have practiced what he was going to say, he decided in that moment he was going to wing it as he knocked on the door.
"Hey baby," she said, seductively. He couldn't help but roam his eyes down her body and compared hers to Regina's and was instantly turned off.
Regina was obviously the better choice.
"We need to talk," he told her, bitterly pushing past her towards the living room where they've done so many dirty things that he could never erase from his memories.
And that disgusted him.
Before she even sat down, he went for the plunge. "Marian, I can't do this anymore. It's not working for me."
"Why?" she asked, sadly. Her eyes were instantly filled with tears, dripping down her face. He couldn't help but notice how ugly she was when she cried with the runny mascara and other makeup.
"I just don't wanna be with you anymore. You're boring and terrible in bed. I mean, you're an exquisite person always cheering for me to win and being there for me when I lost but I just.. I can't." He said, honestly. It just made her sobbed even worse, and all he could do was roll his eyes.
"I… that's.. I.." She stuttered.
He chuckled at her, standing up. This is always how it ended. Crying, screaming or even a slap but Marian wasn't the type of person to go all crazy over a breakup, at least she didn't seem to be.
But he wasn't all sure since she was a crazy one.
"I want you to get out and never come back. I supported you! I loved yo-"
He clamped his hand over her mouth, feeling her tears and makeup causing him to grimace but he didn't want her to finish that sentence.
Robin Nolan didn't love, and nobody was going to love him. That's how it was, and that wasn't ever going to change.
"We were never serious, Marian. You- We just hooked up every now and then. A terrible one at that. Get some lessons from some guys around campus, yeah?" he suggested, dropping his hand away and wiping it on his black jeans.
Her eyes widen, and mouth gaped open. She couldn't believe he just said that to her, but she shouldn't be all that surprised. He was selfish and got what he wanted even if it meant hurting others. That was just the type of person he way.
"I'm not the person for you, and I never had feelings for you. Goodbye Marian," he told her and made his exit, pulling out his phone. He had a date to plan, and he wanted it to be one of the best dates Regina has ever been on.
He froze. Regina was right when she thought he wasn't the type of person who took a woman out on dates. He was completely clueless and then he decided to talk to the person who knew everything about relationships and dating.
Killian Jones.
"Hey mate, need your help with a date. Call me back." He put his phone back in his coat pocket wondering why his best friend didn't answer his phone call not knowing anything about Emma Swan and how magically in love those two are.
As he drove towards the bar, he couldn't help but wonder about who Regina Mill's actually was. She was successful, gorgeous, had a backbone and a complete smartass but who was she really? He bet she was the type of girl who fell in love tell easily, who trusted to quickly, who let people in too easily.
But he would soon find out who Regina Mill's really was but he really wanted to win the bet, and he was determined, and that's all that matters.
Right?