Todos os capítulos de Dirty Seduction: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

ROSIEI’d been sending messages whenever I could through my shift and tried to call Mum on my break, but my call went to voicemail and my messages showed as unread.I raced back home as soon as I could, praying I’d intercept her, but it was too late. Our apartment door was unlocked, and Mum was already inside, devastated. She had tears rolling down her cheeks, breaths hitching as she sat next to Trisha on the sofa, both of them with glasses of wine in their hands.I dropped my bag and crouched by Mum’s side.“Hey.”“Julian doesn’t want me!”My stomach lurched when I heard the pain in her voice.I put my hand on her knee. “He hardly knows you yet. And you’re drunk.” Trisha shook her head like she was the wise one.“It doesn’t make any difference,” she said. “He was a twat to her. An absolute prick.”“How?”“He practically slammed the door in her face.”That sounded like rubbish to me. It didn’t seem his style.“Did Julian slam the door in your face, Mum?”Mum sucked in a breath. “No… n

ROSIEI was up from my numb ass before he could rethink his offer. my legs were stiff from how long I’d been sitting there with my back to my door.I needed him. Just like last time.The man upstairs didn’t speak as he led the way up. He used one single key with no keyring to let us in, stepping aside to let me pass him. He scrabbled to clear the coffee table, rushing into the kitchen with three empty mugs and a couple of shot glasses. I followed him, hating his obvious embarrassment.I had plenty enough embarrassment of my own. If only he knew how many book heroes I’d imagined him as…“Sorry,” he said. “I wasn’t expecting visitors.”His kitchen was practically barren, like the rest of his place. His fridge was buzzing loudly, and his microwave looked about twenty years old, and there was no sign of a dishwasher, just an old sink with a dripping tap. He put the mugs in there and rinsed them clean while I leaned against his big, white-washing machine.“Would you like a drink?” he asked

He closed the living room door behind him as he went. My heart was racing, and my stomach was fluttering, and I dithered on the spot like an awkward teenager, even though I wanted more than anything to tell him I wasn’t. I was an adult, not a little girl. I’d been trying to behave like an adult my whole life – taking care of Mum as well as myself.I opted to take a shower since I still stank of the pizza house. He wasn’t lying when he’d said about the bar of soap and the shampoo. Both supermarket budgets, but I didn’t care. I wondered what he was doing as I scrubbed myself. Was he thinking about me? I’d deliberately avoided locking the bathroom door. On purpose. Just in case.The living room door was still closed tight when I headed back to his bedroom. I towel-dried my hair, still damp and naked when I opened his wardrobe. His selection of shirts were all white, and they smelt like a combination of him and fabric softener. He had one more suit jacket hanging there, and a selection of

I didn’t feel the need to hide the teabags from her this time. She would already be well aware of how budgeted they were. I dumped in an unhealthy amount of sugar and a splash of milk and handed her cup over.“You are being spoiled this morning, Rosie.”“Joke all you want,” she said as I buttered a fresh slice of toast. “But this is being spoiled for me. I could count the times I’ve had breakfast made for me on one hand.”“Even when you were a child? Surely you were graced with morning toast back then?”She dropped her eyes. “Mum worked late shifts. She was usually in bed. I made cereals mostly. So many times I ended up sweeping them up with a dustpan! I was so clumsy I’d drop the box all over the floor.”“Tiny hands couldn’t handle it?”She nodded. “Yeah. Luckily they got bigger, and my accidents got smaller. I used to have to stand on a chair to reach the box from the cupboard when I was in primary school, but I got taller. Eventually.”On seeing the sweet, genuine look on her face,

Music came on from the living room, and I was sure their second kiss and make-up session was underway. Mum would be safe tonight, while Scottie was in the love you forever mode, but I was still burning up. I must have tossed and turned for hours, still only half asleep when the music turned off. They were laughing together as they passed my bedroom door to get to hers. I sighed as I put my earbuds back in so I couldn’t hear any more from them. The thought of him touching her made me feel sick.My earbuds must have been the reason I didn’t hear my door open later. I was lying asleep with them still in when I felt the presence of someone in my room. I tugged them out, eyes frantic. The room was dark and quiet, but I could still see him there, standing right next to my bed. The orange light through the curtains made him look even more nasty than usual.The terror I felt was so intense it was electric. I wanted to scrabble, bolt, and run, but I couldn’t. He moved before I had the chance t