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TWENTY-FOUR: It's Your Boyfriend's Fault
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2025-11-18 23:00:01I blink up at Marcus. His words don’t make sense to me. What he is saying doesn’t make sense.
“Nora?” Marcus says, after I just stare at him for a minute.“Sorry…” I mumble, also putting my mug down. “I don’t think I heard you right. Cause it… it sounded like you just said that David fucking fired me?”“No, no, he definitely hasn’t done that.” Marcus rushes to say, his hands coming up defensively. “He just… thinks that you shouldn’t come to work for a bit.”“ARE YOU FUCKING SE
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SIR #32: You Have The Drive
Zeke is leaning against the marble pillar near the staircase, his arms crossed over his chest, looking like a gargoyle guarding a tomb. He hasn’t changed his uniform, and there are dark circles under his eyes that tell me he hasn’t slept since the shooting occurred.“Where have you been?” Zeke asks, his voice dropping into that heavy, authoritative tone he uses when he’s trying to be the head of security instead of a person.I stop at the base of the stairs, kicking off my heels with a tired sigh. “Where I go is absolutely none of your business, Zeke. Last time I checked, you weren’t my father, and you certainly don’t own my schedule.”“Your father is currently occupied with a dozen different federal agencies, and since your shiny new bodyguard managed to get himself shot and put in a coma, you are my responsibility,” Zeke says, stepping away from the pillar to close the distance between us. He looks at me with an intensity that makes my defensive walls go right up. “I know you wer
SIR #31: I Found Something
The rhythmic, sterile click of the lock turning under my fingers sends a physical jolt of static straight down my spine. I stay pressed against the heavy wood of the hospital room door for a second, my palm still resting on the brass handle, letting the absolute absurdity of what I am doing settle in my chest. My father gave me exactly twenty minutes to get my ass back to the mansion. Zeke is pacing around the corridors out there somewhere, looking for any excuse to rip Eli’s life open. The entire building smells like bleach, rubbing alcohol, and imminent ruin. And yet, when I turn back around and look at the man lying in that bed, my breath hitches. Eli is watching me with those heavy, dark eyes, his shoulders propped up against the pillows, looking entirely too self-assured for someone who was literally bleeding out on the grass a day ago. I let a slow, wicked smile curl the corners of my mouth as I push off the door. “You look entirely too pleased with yourself for a man tra
SIR #30: Since I Met You
Eli drifts in and out of darkness, the last clear memory the sound of Lucia screaming his name and the wet grass beneath him. Sirens wail somewhere far away, voices overlap in shouts, and then everything fades to nothing. He feels himself pulled back now by the steady beep of machines and the sterile smell of a hospital room. His chest burns with every shallow breath. Tubes pull at his arm and something tight wraps around his torso. He tries to move and pain flares hot across his upper body. He opens his eyes slowly. The room comes into focus with its white walls and monitoring equipment. David Reid is standing near the window speaking in low tones with Zeke. “I am still trying to trace the cleaning service vehicle they used,” Zeke is saying. “It was a professional job. The plates were fake and the van disappeared off every camera within three blocks.” David crosses his arms. “Find out exactly how many people had access to Miller while he was in that cell. And who knew about t
SIR #29: Stay With Me
Eli sits on the edge of his bed in the small staff quarters, staring at the illuminated screen of his phone. The message from Carver stares back at him, impossible to ignore any longer. 《Miller isn’t back. Fix it.》 The words carry the weight of a deadline he cannot afford to miss. Carver has never been a patient man, and Eli knows there’s an invisible “or else” at the end of that text. He won’t be able to explain the bruised ribs or broken finger or whatever it is Carver’s men would be sent to deliver if he fails to fulfill his end of the deal. He also obviously cannot let Miller talk. The only path forward is action tonight. Eli closes his eyes for a moment and runs through the mental map he built of the estate during his first weeks here. Every corridor, every camera blind spot, every locked door. He knows the underground service tunnel that leads out near the east loading dock, the one rarely used after midnight. That will be his exit route for Miller. He types a quick rep
SIR #28: Short Supply
Eli stands near the edge of the dining room with his hands clasped behind his back, watching the family move through what should have been a normal Monday breakfast. Lucia has not said a single word to either of her parents since the night of the attack. She pushes eggs around her plate with the tip of her fork, keeping her expression carefully blank. David sits at the head of the table, quieter than usual. He takes a few bites of toast, checks his phone twice, and finally sets his napkin down. “There’s an emergency at the office,” he says. “I’ll be back by evening.” Lucas looks up. “But you always say Sunday and Monday are–” “Eat your toast, bud,” David says, already pushing back his chair. Nora’s hand tightens around her juice glass. “David.” “It won’t take long,” he says, and kisses her cheek as he passes, his footsteps receding down the corridor. The table sits with that for a moment. “Right,” Tyler says to no one, and goes back to his phone under the table. Eli kno
SIR #27: Look At Me Now
I shouldn’t be down here. The basement of my father’s house has always been a cold labyrinth of storage and utility rooms that I avoided as a child because the air always felt ten degrees colder than the rest of the mansion. But after the general crumbling of my reality, I couldn’t just sit in my room and wait for the sun to come up. I needed to see the face of the man who held a gun to my head. I needed to see if he looked like a monster or just a man. I round the final corner toward the holding cell, my footsteps light on the concrete, and that’s when I see him. The heavy steel door is ajar. Inside the small, windowless room, the man in the chair is a ruin of flesh and blood, slumped forward against his restraints, but it’s Eli who holds my attention. He has his gun out, the barrel hovering near the prisoner’s chest, and his posture is coiled with a terrifying intensity. When the floorboards beneath my feet give a slight creak, Eli spins around with the speed of a cornered pre
SIR FIFTY-SIX: Tell Me How You're Going To Ruin Me
Author's Note: Life update/a word of thanks! Between posting the last chapter just a few days ago and posting the chapter now, we’ve surpassed 900 subscribers and are now past 1000. Unbefuckinglievable! Thank you guys so much. I just wanted to let you know how much y
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It is eight more days until I hear of any changes. Eight days of David being perfectly nice, accommodating, affectionate. Even though it is painfully obvious that all of his affection stops at just a kiss.I know why. I'd be an idiot not to know why.He is on the phone practically all day
Última actualización : 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
Última actualización : 2026-03-22SIR TWENTY-SEVEN: David... Is That Blood?!
I call Nico from the house phone a few minutes after David leaves, explaining that I’m at his place, and I don’t think I’ll be back at the club. He drops my things off a little while later, exchanging a minimal conversation with Marcus, who is now stationed at the door.David doesn’t contact
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