All Chapters of Dirty Seduction: Chapter 151 - Chapter 157

JULIANI stood before michael as he held the letter in his hand, and my stomach rolled over. He was suited, fresh from the office, in the same style I’d been wearing myself for years, but he was a lot more muscular than I was. I was still gaunt in comparison, and I felt it. For a fleeting moment I was a shell again, fragile before his stare. Instinct. But no. I wasn’t a shell anymore. I was the total opposite.And that was down to my princess. The girl looking between us with nervous eyes.“I’ll, um, nip down and see Mum and Tom,” she said, and I held out a hand to her, ready to ask her to stay, but she shook her head, pre-empting me. “I’ll be back when you’re ready. Just call.”She dashed off to grab her bag and phone, and I stood aside to let Michael in. It felt surreal to have him in this place, so at odds with every other environment we’d shared in our lives.“I’ll see you later,” Rosie said, squeezing my hand before she went. I pulled her in to kiss her head as she passed me by,

ROSIEI thought i’d be waiting a lot longer, sitting on the stairs, just out of view of the corridor. I didn’t want to be with Mum and Tom, I wanted to be here, ready for whatever was coming.What ended up coming was Julian’s brother, fighting back sobs with his hand clutching the banister as he stumbled down towards me.He didn’t see me at first, but when he did, he stopped dead in his tracks. I looked up at the tower of him, rising to my feet.“You’re leaving already?” I asked, stating the obvious.“Yes, I am. If you have any sense, you’ll stay the fuck away from him. My brother is a very sick man. I’m sorry for what he did to you.”He carried on walking, but I put a hand on his shoulder as he tried to pass me by.“Please, give me a second. Julian didn’t do anything to me, I swear, other than love me.”Michael’s eyes were like my boyfriend’s. Beautiful in stunning green. He had the same arch of his brows. The same salt and pepper in his hair.“Is that what he tells you? He’s fucked

Epilogue TWO YEARS LATER ROSIE WHO’D have ever thought i’d be in an upmarket suburb in oxford on the eve of my twenty-first birthday, welcoming in my special day with a fifty-year-old man brandishing a whisk as a sex toy. “Come on,” Julian said, with a smirk. “Call it a birthday present. An early one.” The whisk he was holding was new, and bigger. He tapped it against his palm to make it rattle, and my pussy tightened at the thought. “I’m not using that for the main cake, Julian!” I told him. “No way!” “You’re not making your own main cake, Rosie. You’re making a little prebirthday dessert for just the two of us. Let’s ice it with something sweet, shall we? Something really sweet.” As if I could ever resist him… His eyes were full of filth, and mischief, and I couldn’t help myself. I never could. I shunted my mid flow cake making efforts to the side and hitched myself up on the worktop. The marble worktop. It was cold on my ass when Julian pulled my panties down and o