Hot and cold Charlotte thought. She was done crying, for the time being anyway. She remembered when Seamus was kind to her after she got back from the hospital the night she sprained her ankle. But now weeks later he was back to being a cold housemate, thinking only the worst of her, making her hate him with great passion. "Why do you need to go back to Babes? You should find another place to work where you don't have to parade half-naked." Seamus said after he overheard her conversation on the phone telling the person on the other line that she was going back to Babes the next day. His eyes were on her as she put her phone down on the table and joined Seamus for breakfast, sitting in front of him just like she usually does."I've had the clear with my doctor. And I would, soonest I find another place to work. I told you this before." The younger woman rolled her eyes as if she was tired of having to repeat the same answer over and over again. "Why do you insist, you're being stub
Charlotte felt relieved for getting out of the house as Seamus had been watching her a bit too closely for her comfort. Charlotte was the first to arrive at the coffee shop near Babes where she was going to meet Bree and Dee before they started their shift at the club. While waiting for her friends she fills her time by checking her email on her phone. Her eyes skimmed and started deleting spam emails, but then stopped and froze when she saw his name."Heya, Sindy." Dee greeted her with a dash of her usual morning attitude. She was always the cheerful one out of the whole girls at the club. Bree always said that it was Dee's personality, which was annoyingly happy. And they laughed about it, but at that exact moment, Charlotte hoped that she could be as positive as her friend. "Hey, what's the matter?" Dee asked when she saw Sindy looking paler than she usually was. And at that exact moment, Bree arrived and noticed something was not right with the stripper Ballerina. "Oh, Sindy, h
It has been days since her confession, and the tension was high. While Seamus was tiptoeing his every move around her, Charlotte was overthinking every gesture she put out. After her shocking confession and the facts that Bruce gave him, Seamus was beyond livid. He was aware that she needed his assurance that nothing had changed, but at the same time, his feelings for her were all over the place. Seamus knew that vengeance will be the strongest one until he deal with the rapist bastard. Charlotte on the other hand wanted nothing but to forget everything that had happened. So, she worked with Jojo at Babes, then went straight back to Seamus every day. With her strange working hours, she would be home and he would have retreated to his room. In the morning she'd grab a quick breakfast just because she wanted to see him, but each morning Seamus was busy on his phone or with his tablet that they don't spend much time talking. Charlotte hated that she misses him, she hated that she want
For the next two days, Seamus left Charlotte alone in the house. The confusion in her heart was obvious, she had never done intimacy before and what she felt with Seamus was way beyond her expectation of it. Was she wrong to want him to be there with her the next day? What do people usually do for their morning after? Surely the man didn't leave the woman for his impromptu business and flew out to New York leaving her for a couple of days? Yeah, right, she thought. The story of her life, she ponders. What Charlotte didn't know was that he went to New York to find Yanis Morozov. He made sure he got the facts before he flew to New York where the bastard lived. Bruce was there, accompanying him, also to make sure that he didn't do anything stupid like kill the guy and leave incriminating evidence of himself. Yep, apparently, Seamus Braddock was too valuable to be implicated in the murder of some ballet instructors even of the most prestigious ballet house in the country.It was dark w
"Why are you here?" Charlotte finally had the words put together and asked him."What do you mean? This is my home, people always come home after days of working." He replied, raising an eyebrow while his mind was thinking that maybe going into the privacy of her bedroom was a mistake, even though they had been intimate just a couple of days ago. "Right, work, the work where you attend galas with models attached to your arm?" Charlotte questioned him, her jealousy was almost too cute that he wanted to smile widely. But he obviously didn't as he kept his expression schooled instead."You're watching me?" He sat up straighter on the bed, intrigued."What? No, that's absurd," she said sounding offended and a little bit nervous. "I...I watched the news, it covered some gala then I saw you with... a woman," she shrugged, trying to appear careless. Yet, she miserably failed. "The woman was my dad's doing," he said, then held out his hand for her. She was reluctant but couldn't make hersel
Another coffee date with the girls was what Charlotte needed on her day off. Yes, she was getting agitated when three weeks later Seamus was still treating her like she was a fragile being. She wanted him, and she knew that he wanted her too. But he kept on holding back on her, and she was at a stage where she longed to have sex, penetrative sex.She didn't want to impose knowing how good he was towards her. Charlotte knows that he meant well, but...ugh, maybe he kept pushing sex back because she was being a little brat who wanted things that she shouldn't have, just yet. Charlotte insisted that it was all because Seamus kept on denying her. And she was getting tired of it."You know, I just want to find out what the fuss was all about." Charlotte sighed dramatically and rest back in her chair. She had told Dee and Bree that she had never had sex before, it was the easiest. She wasn't technically lying, she hadn't had sex, what she experienced was assault and she refused to call it oth
Two days after Seamus's confession Charlotte was still browsing the internet on what is the meaning of a Dom, a Daddy, and what was expected as a submissive. And the definition was way more than what Charlotte was expecting. There were a lot of Doms and varieties of kinks, from the Daddy caring type to the hardcore ones who like to smack their pretty little subs into submission. Apparently, there were safe words, so many of them. There were also contracts, then part-time and full-time submissive. There were so many scenarios, from Daddy play with their sub dressed in leather, Daddy Doms putting their sub on contraptions, and those who have their Subs whipped till they're crying and drooling from their ball gags. Hours later, when Seamus found her deeply entrance on her laptop, he had scared the shit out of her that she shut her laptop quickly. Too quickly, to appear to be working on anything but searching for the meaning of the Daddy-Dom relationship. "I'd assume you're working on
The second Burke put the divider up between them, Seamus put her on his lap. He kept on holding her clammy hands and gave her adorable little kisses on her knuckles, her shoulder, her cheek, and the top of her head. His words were soothing but she felt her heart pounding harder, almost deafening to her ear, that she might not hear everything that he said.Charlotte was nervous when they arrived at the driveway. Burke parked the car and hurried to open the door for Seamus, who then holdout his hand for Charlotte. She felt a bit lightheaded from the rush of adrenaline and was relieved when his hand was strong against her back. "You're nervous. We won't be doing anything sexual tonight, not with your state of mind. Why don't I help you get change then we can cuddle and talk some more.""No," Charlotte exclaimed, she wanted the sex, needed it, craved it, since the first orgasm he gave her. "No?"Instantly, Charlotte regretted how she defy his suggestion, which was obviously his way of t