Semua Bab Daddy's little good bad boy : Bab 81 - Bab 90

Rosemary is kind enough to ignore the elephant in the room, to be more specific, the elephant that snuck out at night. I woke up much, much better than I felt when I went to bed, he was right, the meds did kick in, working better than I expected. “I don’t remember the last time I had breakfast in my home.” she says after a bite of the food I made for us this morning, she fought me on it, but it is the least I can do after housing me yesterday. I grin at her. She is in a bathrobe, her hair flowing down her shoulders, she isn’t as stiff as she is whenever she is out of the house, I want to know her story, but knowing her, she isn’t keen on swapping sob stories. Instead, I brief her on the work, she nods in understanding, asking questions where necessary, and at the end she gives me a hint of a smile.“I did choose the right person for this. Come by after work today, I might make dinner.”My brows fly into my hair, a smile stretching my lips as I watch her, she seems serious enou

“Maybe the curse is real.” Rosemary says gently to me.I can’t breathe or move, so I lay facing the ceiling. I had ripped the designs he made after I got back from the office, I don’t remember what day it is, or how long has passed since then. All I know is the hurt, the anger, then the sadness, the self loathing came a little after. “When Bethany realized she wasn’t all that into their father’s unhealthy obsession, she managed to get away, and then when he wouldn’t let her go, she was like you right now. Then Gunther went around turning girls into this sorry zombie state. The townsfolk called it the Shepherd’s curse. All they know about love is how to ruin it.” she continues, walking around the small apartment, picking up the pieces of everything i smashed, the shirt he gave me inclusive. “Like Bethany, I wanted to believe he was different, because I saw the way he looked at you.” she sighs as she sits beside me. Her brows move as far as the Botox would let her, as she watches me.

My arm juts out, reaching out to him, but is met with the wisps of air, I produce no sound, instead I stare at the space he once occupied, the fading sound of his footsteps echoing. Or maybe that’s the sound of my heart beating in my ears. How could he say something like that so easily? How didn’t he know that those words mean the whole world to me? Am I that easy of a person? Thoughts tumble inside my head, questions too, and a huge, optimistic part of me hopes he said those words because he meant them, and he lied when he said he was bored of me. Why did he need to lie? When I ask Ash to meet for a drink, she obliges, maybe out of pity… when I see her at the bar, I know it’s not out of pity, she needs a drink herself. “Everyone at the office has been working overtime, in case they get lucky and snag a once in a lifetime promotion like you, so naturally, I am been pulled left, right, center.” she says with a small smile, explaining why she already got a glass of beer herself.I pr

People had been knocking on the door. I didn’t get up. Or couldn’t get up. I stay rooted on the floor of the shower, the water had grown cold a long time ago, yet I don’t feel clean enough. I can still feel his mouth on mine, taste the kiss too.I realized a few minutes after I got my memories from last night, that Rosemary had entered my apartment that day she took me to her place, I never unlocked the doors for her, so she must have known the code. I never told her the pass code, so I destroyed it, smashing it to pieces so no one could get in. Even now, I hear her voice, like something far away. But I cannot move. Disgust, disbelief, and feeling unsafe. My own body feels like it’s not mine.My mind has to be tricking me, maybe my memories are false. Gunther certainly didn’t kiss me by force… As the water pelts down my head, I feel like the memory is of two different times, like a distorted image I cannot piece together, no matter how I try. I grip my head between my hands, wanting

The best way to explain this would be saying we both attacked each other with our mouths. Desperately, our mouths moved, his hands undoing the robe he just draped over over me, my hands searching under the shirt he wore. “I need you, little Alec.” he moaned breathily.The words go straight to my heart and dick at the same time, and I let out a whimpering sound. Our mouths and hands explore each other’s bodies, as if discovering it for the very first time. Under my finger tips, his chest is rock hard and tense, I feel every sculpt, ridge, muscle, and I want more, I need more. The shirt rips from him, he chuckles into my mouth, moving even closer to me. He holds the back of my neck in place, and tilting my head upwards, as if to say keep your attention on me, and then he kisses me hard. Shoving his tongue down my throat, I gag a little, but that only fuels him. “Fuck, that sound.” he groans as he pushes me down, forcing me to my knees, and I hurriedly go down, my mouth already water