Hey guys, so sorry for the wait but I had to move to another town and everything was a mess... Anyway, here it is. As usual, I'm sorry for the mistakes and I hope you guys like it. I know there has been little swanqueen in this story but have a little faith, everything will happen on it's own time. Enjoy.

When Regina opened her eyes, the first thing she noticed was a light in her direction. Disoriented, she closed her eyes again and groaned, for a second she didn't know which place she was in. Her recurring migraine making her slow. She opened her eyes again, this time taking one of her hands to her face to help with clarity.

'Humfp'

She rolled to her right, in the opposite direction of the window that was a source of light. She staggered for a few seconds before she could sit, her eyes half open and her hands wandering aimlessly around the nightstand looking for her phone.

Last night was coming back into her mind gradually, a mixture of memories and feelings caused by the two women she had meet. Regina swallowed.

Raising, the brunette went to the bathroom with phone in hand. A glance in it's direction told her what she feared; dead. God knows who might be trying to talk to her, or that crisis was occurring in the hotel office right at this moment. Her assistant is probably pulling her own hair, Mal could've already called the police and Emma ... Well, she didn't know of Emma.

She furrowed as she looked in the mirror. Nothing good would come to be thinking about the blonde, especially on a day like this, chaos in all parts of her life. The dark circles under her eyes were visible, her rumpled clothes, and her hair was screaming for help.

She would have to go home before going to work ...

Regina looked in the mirror again. She knew she would have to face her wife sooner or later, she just hoped it was later. 'Coward' resonated in her mind. She shook her head negatively. No, she wasn't a coward, but Regina had never liked confrontation or fights. Always accepted what was imposed by her mother, from the college course to choice in marriage. She had always been a good daughter to her father, God rest his soul, a man she loved more than anything and everyone, always accepting of her mother's wishes thinking of their marriage. And until recently, Regina had always been a good wife, at least by her own standards.

Taking her work out of the equation, Mal had always came first. Regina had always supported the blonde, always heard what she had to say and never left her wanting anything, maybe except for what truly mattered.

All right, she admits that of last year she was distante, had no patience and/or time to the woman. Maybe she wasn't as good as a wife as she thinks she was ...

If she could bring herself to love Mal she would have done it , and it says a lot about where the blonde ranks in her life.

She stared at the red mark on her face, now not as visible as the night before but still big and ugly. As much as ugly as her marriage had become...

The brunette leaned against the sink, seeking support for her suddenly week legs. She felt betrayed every time she looked in the mirror. A simple slap, which she had received from several people before, became in her mind something completely different.

She hadn't entered a fight in a nightclub, had not snogging the girlfriend of her supposed friend, hadn't even given a financial loop in one of her investors. Situations where Regina admitted that she deserved a slap. No...

Her own wife...

She knelt on the bathroom floor.

A person who were supposed to protect her, one person that she should trust...

She held her torso with both hands, a burning behind her eyes indicating her desire to cry but the brunette wouldn't let herself.

With support from the bench, she got up and finished washing her face. She would not let herself fall apart now, not in a cheap hotel room in yesterday's clothes. She was Regina Mills, for God's sake. CEO of Mills A.S. Heiress of Cora and Henry Mills.

And she would make them proud.

She nodded to herself and went back to the room to pick up her things. She took her purse and turned, staring at the dollars for Miss Swan scattered around the bed and on the floor around it. She couldn't think of the blonde now.

Emma confused her and made her feel things that had long been buried. And if last night served to something, was to show that the other woman was not as indifferent to the brunette as she thought. And Regina couldn't afford to see where it could end.

Regina Mills can't afford to have feelings.

She huffed and slammed the door, shooing a maid who was down the hall at the time. They stared at each other.

"Want to take a picture, dear? It'll last longer ..." Regina said and the poor woman looked away mumbling something the brunette didn't bother to understand.

When she entered the elevator she tried in vain to turn on her phone again, if she could speak with her useless assistant, the girl could grab a change of clothes for her.

The screen of her phone lit with the Apple logo while the elevator doors opened. Regina didn't even bother to look around, went straight to the front desk without taking her eyes of the iPhone in her hand.

"The money is in the room." She muttered toward the receptionist and left nonchalantly. Let them deal with the scattered notes, she didn't care. It was more than they deserved for the poor service. It would matter to pass some things with her own staff due to the poor stay she had.

Or maybe it had just been the whole of last night's events that left her impossible to please... No, she would blame the hotel.

Her phone beeped taking her of her reverie. 2% of battery.

How wonderful.

She had gone straight in messages, intended to give a direct order to her assistant, but a message from Miss Swan distracted her from her path.

'Hi, err ... Good morning. I just wanted to know how are you? Listen, I'm really sorry for pushing you yesterday, I swear I didn't mean it. In my line of work is hard not to get some bad habits ... Anyway, if you need me call me or send me message, or anything. Whatever. I'm here.

Emma. '

It was only when her phone died again that Regina realized she's been staring at the message left by the blonde. Frustrated, she tried to turn it on again but this time it had died for real.

''Son of a bitch'' She said firmly and the valet looked at her, the key to her car in one of his hands. Regina growled and took it from him, slamming the door on her way in.

Regina stared at the door of her home, it was time to face her wife. She sighed and turned the key, waiting for a reception to only to be greeted with silence. The room was empty ...

For a horrible second, the brunette felt she was in a horror movie and imagined Mal hidden in one of the corners of the house waiting with a chainsaw in hand. She shook her head, it was time to stop watching this type of film.

Her heels pounded the thin wooden hall floor, announcing her, the noise echoing through the kitchen. She went into the bedroom. Perhaps the woman was still asleep, she looked at the clock, 11:42 am. She had no idea it was so late...

Mal must already be at work.

Regina continued more confident, opening the door to her room only to be met with silence again. No hysterical wife waiting to murder her, she sighed.

She threw her things on the floor and took off her clothes as she walked to the bathroom, taking her charger with her on the way. Connected her phone and stepped into the shower without thinking twice.

The water ran down her body washing all the tension that she had accumulated. The brunette wanted to stay in for hours but knew she was more than late. She only took time to wash her hair. She had never taken a faster shower.

She dressed herself in a blue suit that she always left separated for when she was in a hurry and couldn't take time to choose clothes. She looked at her cell phone, 27%, well, that would have to be sufficient for now. Throwing the charger in her bag the brunette pulled on the same shoes as before and hurried up to the stairs. She didn't even dry her hair.

The traffic wasn't of any help, it was already 12:40pm when she stepped into her hotel. Regina though she must be looking like snorting fire as people get out of her way as if she were the plague in person. She didn't care, at least she wasn't in danger of bumping into anyone and having to spend more time firing whoever that was.

The elevator seemed to take longer than normal, or maybe it was just this feeling that the more you want to really get somewhere the longer it takes you to really get to it. She shouldn't be desperate, she was the boss, she makes the time, she signs her own pay check. But Regina felt safe locked in her office. There she owned the world. She was a queen. And with the day she was having she just wanted to sit at her desk and work to take her mind of the rest of falling apart life.

The elevator beeped, reminding her of the hotel she had just spend the night. She would have to talk to the maintenance personnel and have them to turn off this stupid whistle.

She walked down the hall, her assistant coming towards her, eyes wide and biting her lips. Regina frowned, really the only missing for her to day to amazing was some investor or advisor messing something up. Honestly, she couldn't leave these incompetent alone for a day that everything wen...

"Mrs. Mills ... "The woman began," I couldn't stop it, and then she came in, and then another came and I tried to send her away I swear I tried but your wife didn't let me, she said the two of them would wait for you and they are ..." Her assistant said all in one breath, so low that Regina had to strain herself to hear it.

"Wait, what?" The brunette said, dragging the woman into a corner of the hall.

"Your wife, Mrs Mills" The poor little woman in front of her gulped in response to the glare Regina had sent her at the word 'wife'. "She's waiting for you there with blonde that you had lunch yesterday."

Regina released the woman's arm and gulped.

"How long?"

"Well, your wife is here since 8am and the other woman came in less than an hour." She whispered back. 'The other woman' she said, how ironic.

Regina nodded.

"And they're in there all this time?" She nodded. "No raised voices? Didn't went out for anything? "Regina pressed and she made negative sign.

The two women then faced the double doors at the end of the corridor, a shiver up in their spine for knowing they're being watched.

Regina huffed and straightened her posture. It was time to deal with the mess she'd caused with her wife.

And whatever else Miss Swan and herself had going on.

I'll try to post the next chapter soon. Don't forget to let me know what you think.