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Robin was feeling paranoid; and in this newly state of paranoia that has taken over him since he left the comforts of his house, he could feel at least a dozen pair of eyes watching his every move as he walked into the restaurant Regina insisted on going.

The palms of his hands were sweating, his heart felt constricted inside his chest and he could feel his stomach starting to ache really bad.

Yes, that was how bad he was having it.

Sure, it was stupid to feel that way and he knew it; but it was just that his fake wife had picked a restaurant where he has been many times before and well, he was almost a hundred percent sure that someone was going to come to him and ruin the farce he created for her.

A waitress, an old friend… a neighbor; who knew for sure? He just knew that something was going to go down in that restaurant.

Now, as a rule, he didn't mind running into people he knew, quite the contrary; he has always embraced being a very social person and he liked a good chat with almost anyone. But that night he asked the hostess at the entrance for the most secluded table they had in the locale, because that night he didn't want to take any chances.

That night he wanted to remain in the shadows.

But just to make sure, once they were seated he leered around, hoping that there was no one taking special interest in them. They were after all in a well known restaurant and even though just outside the city, Regina was the COO of a very important company and she could as well be recognized.

"What's with you?" Regina asked almost in a bored tone of voice and flashing her a meek smile, Robin tried to act relaxed.

"With me? Nothing… I'm great… just, tired."

Pursing her lips, the brunette arched an eyebrow and without saying another word, she grabbed the menu and started to inspect it.

She didn't even show the slightest bit of sympathy towards him, her beloved husband and instead she decided to ignore him.

Now, even if that right there proved the egoistical nature of the woman, Robin was glad of her indifference at the fact that he was genuinely tired; after all he was sure that the more they talked, the more he screwed up.

Back at the house he got confused with the dates he has told her about their anniversary and what was worse, she realized it.

It has been her fault though, the last thing he had expected was seeing her all dressed up in front of him and his mind started going in all wrong directions. She looked breathtaking, even more than he has ever seen her looking and as he battled against his brain not to ogle at her he messed up.

Luckily, his mind was quick to react and the lie he made about that other lie seemed to satisfy her.

"I want a bottle of red wine, but I want a really good wine."

Looking at her through half closed eyes, he blew out a breath. He didn't have to check the wine card to know that he was going to spend a few hundred bucks in whatever bottle of wine she wanted, he just knew it. Because if there was something he has come to realize, it was that Regina had a taste for the expensive.

It made him wonder why he told her she was a stay at home wife while he provided for everything. Not even a full week has gone by and of he kept adding up, she was about to cost him more than a paycheck.

"Sure, whatever you want."

Humming and biting on her colored full lips, she looked up to him and smiled. It was a small smile but it was probably the first real one he has seen from her up close and personal and he was a bit taken aback.

He didn't even know she could smile without her face cracking all falling off.

Sure, he has seen her grin and smirk way too many times before, but those bordered more in ill-humor than anything else. Smiling like she just did settled her well.

"Good, I also want the pan-roasted salmon with soy ginger glaze."

"A what?" Quirking his lips at how bad that dish sounded, Robin snorted; but ignoring his question, she just told him that she was going to the ladies room and he was left alone to order both their plates and of course, the best wine on the card.

"Robin Locksley, what a lovely surprise. I see that you are moving on very quickly, good."

"Bloody hell," Robin mumbled under his breath and unable to hold it, he cringed. He didn't have to look up to see who just spoke those words so he didn't, he didn't want to look.

And why would he? It was his recently ex-wife and the last person he wanted to see in that precise moment.

So yeah, this was his situation going from bad to worse. It was as if God was punishing him for all his sins; yeah… he was definitely being punished for lying through his teeth so much as of late.

But he was not going to show how out of place he was feeling so snorting and running his fingers along his lips, he decided to look up, mimicking Regina's indifference. "I'm just eating out, you know how it is. I haven't lost the habit of eating every day."

Pursing her lips, Marian crossed her arms to her chest and looked behind her shoulder. Robin followed her eyes and he saw that there was a man sitting a few tables away looking at them somberly.

"Night out, uh?" He asked bitterly, his jaw clenching. "Do you care to tell me where the bloody hell did you leave Roland to go out tonight?"

Lifting her chin, the woman shrugged. "He's with my mother. Sleeping."

"Oh, so he can stay with her but not with me. That's so typically you."

"My mother is living with us so it's not like I took him out of the house in the middle of the night. He's still too young to stay with you."

"I'm his father." He said through clenched teeth while trying to keep his temper at bay. They've had this argument over and over again and so far he hadn't gotten the results he wanted.

He wanted his son, he had all the right in the world to take him home and she wouldn't just let him.

"You can come and see him at the house whenever you want to. But apparently you would rather go out on dinners than seeing your son."

That made him snort because every time he would call to see him, she would make up an excuse so he wouldn't go.

"Right, well it was good seeing you. We're not going to discuss this without my lawyer ever again." With that said, he smiled a fake smile and taking the hint, Marian chuckled.

"I thought you couldn't stand that woman; what was her name? Oh yeah, Regina Mills. So are you going out with her?"

"I don't think that's any of your business so why don't you go back to your date and finish your dinner? He looks uncomfortable that you are here." He said, watching the woman he once promised to love forever and realizing that seeing her hadn't affected him as he thought it would.

It pissed him off, yes, but it was just because the whole deal with Roland.

"Listen, Robin…"

"Am I a interrupting something?" Regina said, her sulty voice drilling into his brain and making him feel like all the blood in his body drained down to his feet.

So this was it; Marian was going to expose him as a fraud, Regina was going to murder him on the spot and he was going to be in the local newspapers as soon as the following morning.

He could already visualize his obituary…

Turning around on her heels, Marian smiled as she faced Regina, looking at her head to toe with critical eyes. "No, I was just leaving."

Then, just like that, his ex-wife walked away and went back to her table.

Feeling as if he could breathe again, Robin blew out the little air he had in his lungs. That was close… he has been so sure that things were going to end badly and yet they didn't.

"Who was that?" Regina asked as she sat down, her tone cold but firm.

Trying to act normal, he swallowed down and shrugged. "No one important; just an ex."

"Oh." The brunette said, placing her elbows on the table and looking at him dead in the eye. "And am I supposed to know about her?"

Narrowing his eyes, Robin pushed the inside of his cheek with his tongue. Watching Regina getting territorial about him was something he never expected to see.

"About her? Well yeah; she's the mother of my boy." He said bitterly. Now he said it so casually because the existence of his son was something she asked as soon as she saw the bedroom he had for him at the house. A room that he hadn't been able to use yet.

He didn't go into much detail about that with her and she never asked more than what he told, thing that he was grateful for.

"Ok. And where did she leave the kid if she's here?" Her tone came off as business like, a tone he has heard many, many times before.

Scoffing as he remembered the woman's words, he leaned a little into the table. "With her mother. She has no problem leaving him with her but I can't even see him out of her house. It's ridiculous."

And he didn't know why he was telling her that, he guessed he needed to get it off his chest.

"Make sure to mention this to the lawyer. Because we have a lawyer right?"

Smiling at how she used the word we, he nodded. "Yes we do."

"Good. I don't think I like her and judging by the dirty looks she is sending my way she doesn't like me much either." She smiled, not like she did before but more of a sly smile, as if she liked the fact that Marian didn't like her.

"No, I don't think she does. She never has."

"Oh so we know each other. Interesting."

Going back in memory lane, Robin remembered how he has taken his former wife to a few activities the company has thrown for the employees and if there was something Marian has been very vocal about them, it was how Regina was such a stuck-up that thought too much of herself.

He always thought it was a woman's thing, being petty with each other but it always struck him as curious that she had such a strong opinion when they never crossed words.

"Well, you don't really know each other, not formally anyway but when you and I first meet I was still married to her."

Tilting her head to the side, Regina licked her lips and blinked a few times. "Is that so… and did you cheat on her with me?"

"No, not at all!" He hurried to say when he noticed the look on the woman's face. She definitely didn't look pleased at that possibility of being 'the other woman' and he didn't want her to think something was odd. "We just got together after Marian and I ended things."

Nodding, she breathed in and when the waitress came to serve their wine, she didn't even look at it.

"So let me see if I get it; you two broke up, then you hooked up with me and in less than two months you married me. I don't know," She said, wrinkling her nose and flipping at her hair. "That makes it sound like I'm your rebound."

Snorting at the way Regina never seemed satisfied with the things he said, Robin reached forward and out of instinct, he grabbed her hand in his.

When she didn't pull her hand away, he laced his fingers with hers and gave her a light squeeze.

It didn't feel as awkward as he would have thought.

"That's not the way it happened and you are definitely not my rebound. When I meet you, Marian and I were broken up for a long time already but I just tried to hold onto what we had; I mean I'm a bit old fashioned when it comes to relationships and I kind of hoped that we could work things out. Specially since she was pregnant with Roland. But things didn't seem to get better and one good day we decided to split. It was just after that happened that we hooked up."

And that was all true; minus the hooking up with her of course. He and Marian had been struggling to keep their marriage afloat for the good part of the last couple of years and they even believed having a baby was going to be what glued them back together. It didn't work, and she always resented him for apparently not trying enough.

That was it, nothing more and nothing less.

Rolling her eyes but keeping her hand in his, Regina wrinkled her nose again. "I don't think she sees it that way, and I'm telling you, if she keep sending me those dirty looks I'm going straight to her and tell her a thing or two."

With that said, she grabbed the glass of wine with her free hand and drank from it.

Shaking his head in amazement to see this new side of her, he watched her intently. That woman was just impossible.

"So how was it that we meet?"

Shifting in his chair, Robin focused his attention on the woman sitting in front of him. He had already thought about this and he was actually surprised that she waited for so long to ask him.

"I meet you through a friend's girlfriend. They have this beach house where we meet every now and then and that time we just happened to be there at the same time."

"What was it that you called it, love at first sight?" She asked, using his own words.

Smiling, Robin shook his head. "Actually no; I mean I have to admit that the first time I saw you, I thought you were beyond beautiful, but quite honestly, you kind of had an attitude problem that rubbed me the wrong way and well, I don't want you to be mad at me but I thought you were kind of bitchy."

Chuckling, Regina rolled her eyes. She did, however, looked kind of amused. "Really? What did I do to make you think that?"

Not having to lie about the first impression he had of her, he shrugged. "Well I just saw you as this stuck up, spoiled woman that was too arrogant. You looked at everybody as if they were way down below you and you were just not really friendly."

"I acted like that with you too?"

"Yes, definitely yes." Sure, she has never tore him a new one as she has done Killian or most of the managers, but she has never been amicable either.

Shrugging and winking at him, Regina smiled unapologetically. "What can I say? You'll never see me playing it easy with a guy just because I think he looks good."

Arching an eyebrow, Robin took his hand away from hers and grabbed his own glass of wine to drink it. So, she thought he was good looking… that was very interesting.

The way he described her was pretty much the way she acted while they worked together so he never would have imagined she thought that about him.

"But you ended up marrying me so I guess that I was more than a good looking guy to you." He lied, watching through sparkling eyes as her own brown orbs were glued to his stare.

"I guess, so cheers to that." She said, lifting her wine glass up and then drinking.

The rest of the night went down smoothly. Marian left without him taking notice and what was even more amazing, Regina proved to be nice company.

Yes she asked a lot of questions about their 'wedding' and other trivial things, but as the wine kept flowing, she just started to talk to him in a more laid back manner and she even laughed at most of his lame attempts to humor her.

He was entranced, her laugh was rich, full and genuine and he kept trying to tear the sound out of her over and over again.

It was most definitely a different woman than the one he worked with, a woman that didn't look at him like he was below her standards and yeah, a woman that he didn't know existed.

Quite honestly, he was pretty much sure that she was drunk and feeling amused and a bit tipsy as well, he decided that they should call it a night.

The ride back home was full of chatter though, she told him that she hated being at the house, that she was tired of spending so much time on her own and she even confessed how was it that she ended up losing Tuck. She also wanted to know why wasn't she working. It didn't make sense to her that she was a stay at home wife.

On his part he promised her that he was taking her fishing the next day with him and that for a change he was going to do a cookout for her.

She also decided during said talk that they should just go to Marian's house and demand she let them take Roland. It took a while to convince her that doing that wouldn't help them in court.

Overall it was a good night, even with his encounter with Marian.

"Why do we need to keep the dog here?" Regina asked once they stepped inside the house and the first thing that happened was that Tuck jumped to greet them.

"Because… he's still a puppy and I don't want him out. Come here boy." Her husband said, bending down and petting the one year old dog.

Humming, Regina walked pass them and headed upstairs. She spent too much time with Tuck as it was and even thought she was warming up to him already, she didn't feel like staying down with him. "He doesn't looks like a puppy, he's almost as big as me."

Once up and in the bedroom, she kicked her shoes off and breathed out. Truth be told, she kind of had too much wine at the restaurant and she was feeling a bit light headed. Not drunk; mind you, just a bit tipsy.

She just wanted to take a shower and go to bed.

"I'm bloody tired, I think I could sleep for two days straight." Robin said, walking into the bedroom and unbuttoning the top part off his shirt.

Regina watched him, her eyes narrowing. By then she knew his night rituals and she just knew that even though he claimed to be tired, he was going to head out and either stay at the living room watching TV or out with Tuck.

"Do you mind helping me with this?" She asked before he would go, lifting her left arm a little so he could take a look at the zipper that held her dress together.

As if thinking about it for a second, Robin looked up to the ceiling and then he shrugged. "Sure."

Walking to her, he did as he was asked and once the zipper reached her hip, he smiled and looked at her eyes. "There it is."

Arching an eyebrow, Regina turned to him and catching him off guard, she kissed him on the lips. It was a chaste kiss, brief and soft as a butterfly touch.

Pulling his face an inch away, Robin licked his lips and blinked slowly. He wanted to ask her what she was doing, but the words got caught in his throat and instead he leaned forward and pecked her lips as well.

Much like that first contact, this kiss didn't last long and when he pulled away, his eyes meet hers in an instant.

Regina was looking back at him, the intensity of her brown eyes fixed on his. "Why don't we ever kiss?" She asked, straight to the point.

Clearing his throat, the blue eyed man scratched his jaw. That was a question he wasn't expecting. "I don't… you basically don't remember me and I don't want you to feel like I'm forcing myself on you. I don't want to pressure you into anything." He said in a whisper.

Closing the distance, her lips found his once again, her head tilting to the right and this time adding a bit of pressure into the kiss.

Now, this was a situation Robin didn't really want to be in because it was wrong in so many ways, but for some reason he caught her bottom lip between his teeth and as a response, Regina parted her lips for him.

It happened slowly, they shared a few open mouthed kisses and before he knew it, his tongue was brushing against hers.

Realizing what he was doing, he broke away, looking down at her with a frown on his face; but when her hands moved to his chest and started unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, he just let her do it.

It was as if he was living the moment in an out of body experience, he could see it happening but he couldn't do anything to stop it.

And he knew that he should put a stop to it, after all this was Regina, his boss… always so out of reach and above everyone and there he had her… and instead of pulling away as he should, the realization of who she was made it impossible for him to turn around and leave.

Feeling her hands sliding against his naked torso, Robin grabbed her face and leaning down, he kissed her.

He sneaked into her mouth, his tongue dancing against her own while his hands moved down to her waist so he could pull her closer to him.

Her response was a very satisfactory one, she was kissing him back and she even rose to her tip toes to circle his neck with her arm.

That was the moment where he heard Tuck and without stopping the kiss, he opened his eyes to find the dog looking at him. His head was tilted to the side and in Robin's mind, his canine eyes were full of reproach.

Lifting a hand and motioning him to go away Robin swirled Regina around, lifted her up a little and placed her on top of his dresser. That way, settled between her legs and closing his eyes again, he kept kissing her.

But Tuck wasn't giving up and startling him, he barked at him. He never barked.

"Close the door." Regina said against his lips, but instead of kissing him back, she slid her hand down between his legs and touched his hardness through his pants.

That right there was what made him react and almost jumping a feet away from her, he snorted.

What the bloody hell was he doing? This was Regina, a drunk Regina that thought she was married to him so the whole thing was wrong.

Besides he didn't even like her. Yes she was easy on the eyes and kissing her was more than pleasant, but she was just… she was Regina and she just touched his damn erection!

"I'll take him out, I'll be up in a minute." He said in a raspy whisper.

After saying that, he almost ran out of the bedroom and biting hard on her lips, Regina blinked in confusion.

What the hell just happened there?

Was she really making out with Robin? Because sure, the man could be her husband and all that, but without memory he was just a stranger and even thought she knew that, she has been basically ready to jump on his bones as if it was nothing.

Running a shaky hand through her hair, she slid down the dresser and made it to the door. Once there she closed it and locked it, hoping that once he came back, Robin wouldn't be able to get in.

True, he was not going to like that, not after she got him all hot and bothered like she did; but if what he said about not wanting to pressure her was true, he was going to leave her alone.

Luckily for her, Robin never made it back to the room and when she woke up the next morning, she found him sleeping on the living room, wearing the same clothes he has been wearing the previous night and with Tuck resting against him.

Not wanting to wake him up, Regina went outside with a huge mug of coffee and sat on the porch, thinking.

An hour after she got there, Robin walked out and said that he was going to go fishing with the dog.

That way and ignoring the promise he made about taking her along, he left.

Not that she minded, she wanted to use that time alone to see if she could remember something and who knew, since Robin told her where he worked last night, she could do a little research about that.

It didn't really help to find information about her own life but who knew, after all a man that made the kind of money he was making had to be known in some circles and in the internet, she could find anything…

TBC