Semua Bab Anything For You: Bab 151 - Bab 160

Sophia's breath caught, a delicious shiver running through her despite her exhaustion. God, she did love it. Her mind flashed to memories of Jake stretching her open, filling her completely. "You're insatiable," she managed to gasp out, her voice hoarse from screaming.Jake chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. "You love it." His calloused hands gripped her hips, flipping her over onto her stomach. "Now be a good girl and arch that back for me."Sophia complied, pressing her face into the pillow as she lifted her ass. Her body ached in the best way, oversensitive and trembling. "Fuck," Jake growled appreciatively. "Look at you, so eager for more." His fingers trailed down her spine, making her shudder. 

Freya's eyes were starting to burn as she squinted at the chart in front of her, the fluorescent lights of the A&E seeming to grow brighter with each passing hour. The steady stream of drunken idiots with various self-inflicted injuries was becoming a blur."Alright, what've we got next?" she asked the nurse, stifling a yawn."Twenty-something male, cut his hand trying to open a beer bottle with his teeth."Freya snorted. "Brilliant. Send him in."As she waited for the next patient, Freya found herself longing for her bed. Or a stiff drink. Possibly both. The irony wasn't lost on her.A lanky guy with shaggy hair stumbled into the exam room, cradling his hand. The sharp tang of alcohol preceded him."Evening, champ," Freya said dryly. "Let's see the damage."The guy grinned sheepishly and held out his hand, revealing a nasty gash across his palm. "Looks like that bottle put up quite a fight," Freya observed, carefully examining the wound. "You know they make these nifty things called

Freya's bedroom was dark and quiet, the blackout curtains doing their job to keep out the morning sun. She collapsed onto her bed, not even bothering to change out of her clothes. As she drifted off, her last coherent thought was of Dan's hand in hers as she'd examined his cuts.Seven hours later, Freya's eyes cracked open, her body protesting the meagre amount of sleep. She fumbled for her phone, squinting at the bright screen. 1:07 PM glared back at her, along with a string of notifications. One name jumped out: Emily.Freya swiped open the message, her heart rate picking up slightly.Emily: Heard through the grapevine (aka Lucas) that you played Florence Nightingale to our favorite ex-army medic last night. Spill the tea, darling! 🍵👀

The car pulled up to the bar, its neon sign casting a blue glow across their faces. As they climbed out, the crisp night air hit Freya like a slap, chasing away the last dregs of her earlier exhaustion.Dan sidled up next to her, his voice low. "Grab a drink with me?"Freya's pulse quickened. She glanced at Emily, catching the knowing smirk on her friend's face. Fuck it, she thought. "Sure, why not?"They pushed through the crowded entrance, the bass thumping through Freya's chest. She couldn't help but notice how Dan's hand hovered near the small of her back, not quite touching but close enough to send tingles up her spine."What's your poison?" Dan asked, leaning in close to be heard over the music.Freya grinned, a wicked glint in her eye. "Surprise me. Just nothing that'll land me in my own A&E, yeah?"Dan laughed, a rich sound that cut through the noise. "No glass shards, got it. One non-lethal surprise, coming up."As he turned towards the bar, Freya caught Emily's gaze across t

Freya's apartment looked like a fashion bomb had detonated. Clothes were strewn across every surface, a chaotic testament to her indecision. She stood in front of her mirror, critically eyeing the yellow knee-length dress she'd finally settled on."Fuck," she muttered, running a hand through her short auburn hair. "When did I turn into such a goddamn teenager?"Her phone buzzed, Emily's name flashing on the screen.Freya: Can't talk. About to leave for lunch with Dan.Emily: Get it, girl! 🔥Freya: Christ, Em. It's just lunch.Emily: At the Rusty Anchor. "Just lunch" my ass.