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SIR (BOOK THREE): I Hate You Too... Right?!
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2026-04-25 07:33:30
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SIR #2: He Knows
He knows. I don’t know how he knows, I don’t know who in this building has a death wish severe enough to gossip to Elias Arden about my business, but he knows, and he’s sitting there with that barely-there smile like he’s already won something and we haven’t even been in this room for five minutes. I turn back to my notebook and write absolutely nothing on the clean page in front of me because I can’t remember what class this notebook is even for and my brain is too busy formulating ways to make the next two weeks survivable. The proctor, whose name tag reads Ms. Finch and who has not looked up from her paperback once, clears her throat at the front of the room for no apparent reason and then goes back to reading. The fluorescent light buzzes faintly overhead. Someone two rows ahead is clicking a pen in a rhythm that I am going to need them to stop immediately. “You’re not going to ask me how I know?” Elias says, without looking up from his book. “I’m not going to do anything you
SIR #1: Good Old Spontaneous Combustion
The thing about stealing is that the hard part was never the taking. It was the getting away with it. "Left, left, left!" Emma hisses beside me, her ponytail whipping across my face as we round the corner. "I heard you the first time!" I snap back, tucking the folded test papers tighter against my chest as we sprint. The manila envelope crinkles with every stride and I want to scream at it to be quiet, but that would require slowing down, and slowing down is not something I can afford right now because two of Westbridge Academy's finest security personnel are thundering behind us and they are, unfortunately, more athletic than their faces suggested. "They're gaining!" Emma breathes. "Thank you, Emma, I would never have figured that out on my own." She ignores my sarcasm, which honestly, after four years of friendship, she's gotten very good at. We skid around another corner and I catch the exit sign at the end of the hallway, green and glowing and beautiful, and for exactly t
SIR SIR (BOOK THREE): I Hate You Too... Right?!
So.You thought Lucia was going to be easy, huh?You sat through David Reid terrorizing grown men in tailored suits, watched Nora survive things that would break most people twice over, closed that last book feeling like you understood this family... and you thought the daughter was going to be the simple one.Adorable.Lucia Reid didn't inherit her father's patience or her mother's grace. What she got was the stubbornness of both of them wrapped in a pretty face and a mouth that has never once known when to stop. And the boy she is about to meet did not come looking for love. He came looking for something else entirely.I'll let you find out what.So here we are... back in the SIR universe. But this time, we're trading polished power games for sharp tongues, stolen glances, family wars, reckless decisions, and two people who would rather choke than admit they’re obsessed with each other.This book is messy.It is addictive.It is arrogant.It is emotional damage in designer shoes.An
SIR Epilogue
The bedroom door is barely closed before David's hands are on me, sliding up under the thin silk of my robe as he backs me against the wall. I tilt my head back against the cool plaster, letting him kiss down the column of my throat while my fingers work the buttons of his shirt open. His skin is still firm under my palms, though the muscle has softened slightly with the years, the hair on his chest is more silver than dark now. I love every change. Every line around his eyes when he smiles, every grey at his temples, every scar from nights we almost didn't survive. I trace them with my fingertips as I push the shirt off his shoulders. "You smell like trouble," he murmurs against my collarbone, voice low and rough the way it gets when he's already half-gone on me. "Good trouble?" I ask, sliding my hand down his stomach, feeling the way his muscles jump under my touch. "The best kind." He catches my wrist, brings my palm to his mouth and kisses the centre before guiding it lower
SIR BOOK THREE
Wow. I can’t believe I’m writing this. Two chapters and one epilogue ago, we were still holding our breath. Now here we are… at the end of SIR. For good this time. I don’t even know where to begin. Thank you. Truly. Thank you for stepping into this world with David and Nora. Thank you for riding every high, surviving every heartbreak, arguing with me in the comments when I stressed you out, and loving these characters as fiercely as I do. What started as an idea became something so much bigger because of you. Writing this book breathed life into my lungs in ways I can’t even explain. There were days when this story carried me just as much as I carried it. David and Nora’s journey wasn’t just ink on a page for me. It was healing, it was cathartic, and most importantly... it was home. And now… BOOK THREE! After so many debates with my editor and so many passionate discussions with you all, I’ve finally made the decision. Book 3 of SIR will follow Lucia. Yes. Our little Lucy
SIR #55: You Know I'm Right
Maya jerks backward from the impact, the bullet tearing through the meat of her shoulder. She staggers two steps with her right hand clamping over the wound and blood already seeping between her fingers. The knife she’d pulled from her boot clatters to the floor. Her eyes are wide and locked on the smoking barrel in David’s hand. I’m still on my knees beside Vincent’s body, his blood soaking through my jeans. My ears are still ringing from the shot. Everything feels slow and too loud at the same time. I turn and see David standing in the doorway, holding the gun steady even though his knuckles are white around the grip. He doesn’t look at me first. His eyes stay on Maya. I push myself up slowly, legs shaky under me. “I thought I told you to stay outside and let me handle this on my own.” He finally glances my way. Just a quick flick of his gaze enough to make sure I’m still breathing, before returning to Maya. “I heard you,” he says. His voice is calm, almost conversational.
SIR FOURTY-FOUR: Such A Good Girl
The next few minutes feel like a chaotic blur, sounds slipping through my lips and filling the empty room as we kiss, bodies arching and rocking against each other in eagerness as he presses me down onto the bed.His hand slides down to my thigh, his fingers wrapping around me and digging in
Last Updated : 2026-03-22SIR FOURTY-SEVEN: We're Not Allowed To Know That
Fourty minutes later, I am helping Theo and Marcus pack the car, while Harlan is walking the perimeter with David and going over their plans one last time.Once Theo made his teasing comment of me ‘using my magic to reset the angry boss’, the conversations between me and the guys went back to
Last Updated : 2026-03-22SIR FOURTY: Took You Long Enough
“Nora–” “OH! OH!” I gasp, jumping around my bedroom as the realisation sinks in. “OOOOOH!” “Will you BE QUIET?!” She hisses into the phone. “YOU LITTLE BITCH!” “Nora!” “YOU SLEPT WITH MARCUS?!” I yell into the phone, unable to control the bursting
Last Updated : 2026-03-21SIR THIRTY-NINE: I Want Them To Watch... And Know You're Mine
Frantically shaking my head no, I lean forward to kiss him, a new kind of urgency this time, as though I am working against a clock, needing it to be finished as quickly as possible. Ideally before the guys notice.He tugs my underwear to the side, his fingers sliding into place, running over
Last Updated : 2026-03-21
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