Semua Bab SIR: Bab 61 - Bab 70

I can feel everyone’s eyes switching between David and me, the air completely still as they wait with bated breath to see what their boss will do. I can see David’s mind spinning, figuring out how to react, what impression his next action will give. His eyes are narrowed, staring at me as if daring me to speak to him in front of his people like that again. Marcus’s hand has also dropped off my back, and now my skin feels cold. It feels like hours pass before David speaks, but I know it has only been mere seconds. “Fine.” He says. But in that one word I can tell he is seething that I argued back in front of his people. That I am interrupting. His shoulders are tense as he storms past me to his bedroom, and I rush to follow him, ignoring the slow build of mutters I am starting to hear from behind me. David holds the door open, staring at the floor as I walk in, stopping just before his bed and taking a deep breath in. Then the door sla

Once I pick myself up off the floor of David’s hallway, I head outside and call Selena instantly. She meets me outside the front of my old building, the one I used to call home before I moved in with David. It doesn’t feel like home anymore. But then again, I can’t exactly call David’s home either now.We hug for a while, I cry into my best friend’s shoulder, oblivious to the strange looks we get from strangers passing by.Eventually she coaches me upstairs, unsavoury memories hitting me from all angles... David coming to get me in the middle of the night... Someone grabbing me from outside... The night I found out David is the perfect match for me.It almost doesn’t surprise me when I finally reach my door and see it open, the wood by the lock splintered from being kicked in.Selena is careful, spy-like when she enters, her eyes darting left and right for an intruder. But I know this was done a while ago, while I had been living with David. The thugs would have come

Over the next week, Sel lets me invade her apartment completely. Moving the stuff out of her second bedroom so that I can move the pull-out couch in there to sleep on, emptying one of her dressers so that I have somewhere to put my clothes. She screens everyone that knocks on the door, although it is only ever Nico and the takeout drivers. She has once tried to urge me back to The Red Room, even if it is only to monitor cameras in the office. I refuse, and spend the night alone in her apartment instead, reliving every moment I had with David in there. My finger hovers over his name in my phone countless times, but I never press to dial. Time, Harlan said. He needs time. The question is how much time does he need, and what will I do once he has had enough time? I had lashed out when I told Harlan we could hardly go back to playing happy families, the tight feeling in my chest controlling my words, but it is still true. After all this,

The whimper leaves my throat before I can stop myself.His mouth is harsh, domineering, kissing me like his life depends on it, walking me backwards until I hit the wall.Ignoring the throb of where the wall hits my head, I instead focus on the way David’s hands grab my waist, hoping his grip is as hard as it feels. Hoping he is leaving bruises for me to remember him by, in case this is the only chance I get. My desperation bleeds through the way my hands grab his shirt and pull him closer to me, through my back arching until I feel his body press against mine, through the way I moan when he bites my bottom lip before diving straight back into the kiss.The next thing I know, David is scrambling to undo the button on my jeans, then grabbing my wrist and dragging me across the flat, before pushing me back against the kitchen counter and kissing me again. My jeans are pushed down, his fingers finding my core immediately, like we were never even apart.“Fuck!” I gasp ag

Author’s Note: We’re in the home stretch, you guys. About 6 chapters to go. Possibly 1 or 2 more if they get too long. Pals... thank you for reading. Thank you for coming along for the ride. Thank you for getting invested. Thank you for voicing your opinions. Thank you for liking it. Thank you for maybe not liking it sometimes. Thank you for being patient with me. Thank you for gifting. Thank you for caring so fucking much. I really didn’t ever dream that anyone would. I owe you guys so much, and I love you deeply. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Rhys once again meets me by his front door once I get out of the taxi and the gates buzz open for me. The hug is a bit less awkward this time, and I find myself thinking about how much I miss him being in my day-to-day life. But having Uncle Rhys in my life regularly means returning to my father’s organisation. And there is no way in hell I am doing that a