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SEVENTY-ONE: I Hope You Can Forgive Me

ผู้เขียน: Aria Steele
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-12-05 19:00:22

Four hours later, I stare at myself in the mirror, scrutinising the dress I’ve chosen to wear. It’s flattering, dark red, hugging my figure without making me feel self-conscious. It has a scoop neck and drapes down to just above my knees. Smart enough to wear out to dinner, casual enough for the company of a friend.

Which Ethan didn’t always used to be.

He’s the one person in my time at The Red Room, other than David, who managed to get me to agree to sub for him. The only one that had ever intrigued me enough. It was my first time playing that part of the dynamic, and he was always nothing but compassionate and comforting as we both explored our roles together.

Three years ago, when he told me he was leaving to explore the world, I felt heartbroken. And at the time I think I was.

Ethan had seeped into my personal life, as I started meeting him outside The Red Room more often, and eventually he’d spend half the week at my place. At the time, I thought he was everythi
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  • SIR   SEVENTY-SEVEN: David Is All I Need

    I kiss him back eagerly, the relief flooding through my body. He still wants me. He wants to stay. This is the chance to fix things. I rush to undo the rest of his buttons as his tongue delves into my mouth, his hands coming back to my face, holding me as close to him as he can. When I start to push his shirt over his shoulders, he takes his hands away to help get rid of it, then he stands and starts undoing his belt buckle. I run my hands through his hair as he works to remove his clothes as quickly as possible, and before I know it, he is leaning over me, making me sit back, each of his hands coming either side of the tub, crowding me, as he steps in. The moment he sits down, his hands are on my waist, pulling me forward onto his lap. I crash into his chest, the kiss not losing its momentum for a second. The water swirls around us, and I hear some of it splash onto the floor, but neither of us gives a damn. One of his hands comes to the back of my hea

  • SIR   SEVENTY-SIX: Did You Mean It?

    Author’s Note: Hey fam! So remember when I gave a vague estimate for how many chapters were left? Well, I am here to confirm that chapter 79 will be the end of SIR. I get so emotional just thinking about it, and I am not even remotely ready for it to be over. But let's do the damn thing together. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ David leads me into his apartment, not commenting on the mess he has to guide me through. Or maybe he doesn’t even notice. Between Danvers and me rushing around to get ready and leave, I haven’t exactly kept things neat and tidy. But maybe he knows that is the reason why there are random pieces of clothing knocked off the coat rack, pieces of paper on the floor from when I was trying to find more weapons and emptied all the drawers. Maybe Danvers has already warned him somehow. Maybe he knows I had been here running around like a tornado. Maybe he just doesn’t care. He just leads me to the bathro

  • SIR   SEVENTY-FIVE: Let's Get You Home

    I feel David’s arms around me before I even realise I have dropped to the floor. I feel myself struggling to breathe, trying to comprehend what David has just said to me. My father ordered a hit on my mother. My mother had been dating Nicholas Hale. The two sentences repeat themselves in my head over and over as I try to make sense of the words. Rhys is still standing by the desk, frozen in shock, like he can’t even process the thought of it. It is a few minutes before I feel David’s chin resting on top of my head, his body enveloping mine as he holds me close to him, and as selfish as it is, I take the chance to wrap my arms back around him once I regain the sensation in my fingers. When the moment starts to dwindle, David starting to shift back, inhale, ready to explain that this clearly doesn’t mean he is taking me back, I quickly push him off of me and wipe my face dry. Then I grab the invoice, the pictures, a

  • SIR   SEVENTY-FOUR: Are You Ever Going To Talk To Me Again?

    Malcolm drops to the floor loudly, completely knocked out, and I pant as I lock eyes with David.Before addressing him, I grab Malcolm’s arm and drag him to the side, picking up some spare cable ties that are on the floor, and starting to tie his wrists and ankles together, before securing him to the table leg against the wall.Then I walk over to David, and kneel in front of him, looking up. He has an expression behind his eyes that I can’t place, but I know it makes me nervous. His focus is lasered in on the specks of blood dotted over my face, the red patch on my jaw that tells him someone has hit me there.The gun I’m holding in my hands is placed on the floor between the two of us. Reaching behind me, I grab the knife I have in my waistband that I picked up on the way in, and set about cutting the ties off his wrists.“You shouldn’t have come here.” I whisper, moving down to his ankles.David says nothing as he watches me cut through the ties and stand up. H

  • SIR   SEVENTY-THREE: I Escaped

    I know it won’t take long for Malcolm to realise I’m gone. But it will be long enough for me to get to David’s apartment.That’s the only thing I can think of doing.Sel and Nico are safe at The Red Room. At least, I hope they are, because I don’t seem to have my phone on me to warn them otherwise. The only other person I know my father will go after is David, so I at least need to warn him. My father won’t stop at just taking me. There has to have been another part of his plan. At least if David knows, he can try and find out.First, getting out of the basement room I’m in is the most difficult bit.Uncle Rhys has four basement rooms. Only one has access to the old basement side entrance from a vent cover that Rhys never quite got fixed properly, although it isn’t the room I’m currently in. That will be safer than traipsing through the entire house. So my initial step is getting into the right room.Unfortunately, the locks on these doors are something that Rhys

  • SIR   SEVENTY-TWO: Who Took Her?

    “Sorry, who is this? And why do you have her phone?”Marcus’s question into his phone doesn’t get a response straight away.The second he saw Sel’s name pop up with an incoming call, he stepped out of David’s study, the excitement bubbling in his stomach at the thought of talking to her. It happens every time they speak now, and Marcus is well aware of how smitten he is with this woman.But his excitement quickly evaporated when a man’s voice started speaking, too fast initially for him to understand even after he’d gotten over the shock of it not actually being Selena. The person was just rambling, and Marcus only heard Nora’s name mentioned a minute in.That’s when his brain kicked into gear.“Who is this?” Marcus repeats, only to be met by a sigh on the other end.“It’s not important, I can’t stay on long.” They reply. “I’d be killed if he even knew I was calling someone about this.”“Who would kill you? What’s going on with Nora?” Marcus queries, gett

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