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2026-01-22 09:10:00Hannah
Ever since I was a little girl, the one thing the sisters always praised me for, saying it was my gift, is getting excited over the littlest things; new shows, good hair days, just small, harmless joys that made life easier to bear. However, a recent addition to the list is having Christian’s number on my phone.Somehow the man who always felt a bit distant, doesn’t anymore, and I hate to admit it, but it scares me.I bite the inside of my mouth, pulling out my phone from my locker to text him.‘Done with work. You coming to get me?’I run my tongue over my teeth, returning my phone to my locker while I change out of my scrubs. I finish dressing and perch on the bench, still waiting for a text back which comes nearly three minutes later.‘Can’t. Sending someone.’My stomach drops to my feet, and I stare at it, my insides twisting and turning as I try to swallow the lump that lingers in my throat.I type ‘Okay,’ but can’t bring
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The Bad Gentleman 47.
Hannah Christian remains silent.If not for his layered breathing, I would’ve thought I was sitting against a stone. I think the weed is starting to hit now, as my thoughts loosen, drifting just out of reach but not too far off.“You know he always said there are things I shouldn’t indulge in because I’m an orphan, that I’d be treated a certain way if I did them. Smoking was one of them,” I tell him with my eyes locked on the small blunt left on the ashtray. Christian makes a noncommittal sound, freeing his grip on my waist to my cheeks, turning my face to his, green eyes blazing hot flames.“Shut up. Don’t talk to me about some other guy if you don’t want him dead.” The words are flat, not raised, but my body reacts like he shouted. I swallow, pressing my lips together to keep shut because something tells me he’s dead serious. I stay quiet for a total of three seconds before my lips are moving again. It’s honestly hard not to blame the weed he fed me.“Wanna know a secret about me
The Bad Gentleman 46.
Hannah I blocked Connor.It was a long time coming anyway, although the act itself is something I avoided for a while because of the history we shared. It made no sense that I hadn’t blocked him sooner, but it also did. I’d loved him once, and love doesn’t vanish cleanly just because it’s betrayed. Moreover, deleting him felt like pretending we hadn’t existed at all. But after calling out his name to Christian, and having Christian interrogate me about him, it just didn’t seem right to keep his access to me. Or maybe that night made me realize I didn’t want Connor to exist in the world where Christian does.The silence and peace that came with knowing Connor can’t and won’t disturb me anymore is truly one for the books even as I pick up my phone from the bedside table, tapping on the screen to be sure I’m truly free.Turning over to Christian’s side of the bed, placing my hand on it, I notice it’s cold, meaning he’s been up and about for a while, and has most likely left for work.
The Bad Gentleman 45.
Christian The single door of the red room is pushed open, and from the outside, a bouncer peeps in with the confirmation in his eyes announcing that the one I’m waiting for has arrived. I pass him a nod, forcing him to step aside from the door to let her in.Her bare legs clad in a pair of silver heels walk in first, then her magnificent body follows along with my eyes, trailing from her smooth legs to her body in the tight dress she’s wearing, up to her beautiful face.Fuck!She looks like a dream, a very wet and dirty dream.“Who is Connor?” I ask, watching her walk wobbly to me. I don’t rise from the black leather couch, I sit, legs spread, watching her. Her body stills at the mention of the name, eyes widening a fraction before she blinks. Something dark spread across my chest but I ignore it, waiting for her response.“Why are you here?” She asks instead and I narrow my eyes, annoyance burning, my chest tightening at her attempt to change the
The Bad Gentleman 44.
HannahI stare at my reflection in the mirror, a little smile on my face at how well I managed to put myself together, which instantly turns into a scowl the moment Christian speaks.“I said it last night, Princess. You’re not going alone.”I huff, throwing my head back, eyes to the ceiling with a roll, a reaction I give him because it’s easier than admitting how tightly his words already have me.“But I won’t be alone. I invited Soph to come along,” I tell him, holding my phone between my head and shoulder as I flatten down my dress which honestly is perfect and not in need of any flattening given how tight and well sculpted it is.The silence on the line tells me Christian is not having it.“I mean it’s bad enough that my colleagues already think Victor’s my boyfriend, bringing him along will only be too much.”“Your colleagues think what?” Even from over the line, current runs through my body at his chilling tone. I guess I shouldn’t have said that.“Um… they think he’s my boyfrie
The Bad Gentleman 43.
HannahEver since I was a little girl, the one thing the sisters always praised me for, saying it was my gift, is getting excited over the littlest things; new shows, good hair days, just small, harmless joys that made life easier to bear. However, a recent addition to the list is having Christian’s number on my phone.Somehow the man who always felt a bit distant, doesn’t anymore, and I hate to admit it, but it scares me.I bite the inside of my mouth, pulling out my phone from my locker to text him. ‘Done with work. You coming to get me?’ I run my tongue over my teeth, returning my phone to my locker while I change out of my scrubs. I finish dressing and perch on the bench, still waiting for a text back which comes nearly three minutes later.‘Can’t. Sending someone.’My stomach drops to my feet, and I stare at it, my insides twisting and turning as I try to swallow the lump that lingers in my throat. I type ‘Okay,’ but can’t bring
The Bad Gentleman 42.
Hannah“First of all I’m glad you’re alive. That man looked like he was seconds away from strangling you,” Soph says over the line. I smile, setting my lunch; a plate of chicken salad and some soda, down on the table. “I was scared for my life,” I tell her, taking my phone from between my ear and shoulder before sitting.“So what happened?” I pause, staring at my uncommon lunch, my mind drawing blank. How do I tell her what we did last night? And this morning? How do I explain that I had to apologize with not just my words?“Hans? You there?” I clear my throat, exhaling a breath I didn’t know I was holding.“Um yeah. We spoke. He wanted to take my phone and stop me from working again, but I was able to convince him not to. I promised not to pull such a stunt again, and he agreed.” I pressed my lips tight after speaking, hoping she wouldn’t ask for details.“You know this is weird right?” Her voice is low and very worried.“I know I know, but it’s not like there’s anything I can do.
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