Semua Bab SIR: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Four hours later, I stare at myself in the mirror, scrutinising the dress I’ve chosen to wear. It’s flattering, dark red, hugging my figure without making me feel self-conscious. It has a scoop neck and drapes down to just above my knees. Smart enough to wear out to dinner, casual enough for the company of a friend.Which Ethan didn’t always used to be.He’s the one person in my time at The Red Room, other than David, who managed to get me to agree to sub for him. The only one that had ever intrigued me enough. It was my first time playing that part of the dynamic, and he was always nothing but compassionate and comforting as we both explored our roles together.Three years ago, when he told me he was leaving to explore the world, I felt heartbroken. And at the time I think I was.Ethan had seeped into my personal life, as I started meeting him outside The Red Room more often, and eventually he’d spend half the week at my place. At the time, I thought he was everythi

I know it won’t take long for Malcolm to realise I’m gone. But it will be long enough for me to get to David’s apartment.That’s the only thing I can think of doing.Sel and Nico are safe at The Red Room. At least, I hope they are, because I don’t seem to have my phone on me to warn them otherwise. The only other person I know my father will go after is David, so I at least need to warn him. My father won’t stop at just taking me. There has to have been another part of his plan. At least if David knows, he can try and find out.First, getting out of the basement room I’m in is the most difficult bit.Uncle Rhys has four basement rooms. Only one has access to the old basement side entrance from a vent cover that Rhys never quite got fixed properly, although it isn’t the room I’m currently in. That will be safer than traipsing through the entire house. So my initial step is getting into the right room.Unfortunately, the locks on these doors are something that Rhys

I feel David’s arms around me before I even realise I have dropped to the floor. I feel myself struggling to breathe, trying to comprehend what David has just said to me. My father ordered a hit on my mother. My mother had been dating Nicholas Hale. The two sentences repeat themselves in my head over and over as I try to make sense of the words. Rhys is still standing by the desk, frozen in shock, like he can’t even process the thought of it. It is a few minutes before I feel David’s chin resting on top of my head, his body enveloping mine as he holds me close to him, and as selfish as it is, I take the chance to wrap my arms back around him once I regain the sensation in my fingers. When the moment starts to dwindle, David starting to shift back, inhale, ready to explain that this clearly doesn’t mean he is taking me back, I quickly push him off of me and wipe my face dry. Then I grab the invoice, the pictures, a

I kiss him back eagerly, the relief flooding through my body. He still wants me. He wants to stay. This is the chance to fix things. I rush to undo the rest of his buttons as his tongue delves into my mouth, his hands coming back to my face, holding me as close to him as he can. When I start to push his shirt over his shoulders, he takes his hands away to help get rid of it, then he stands and starts undoing his belt buckle. I run my hands through his hair as he works to remove his clothes as quickly as possible, and before I know it, he is leaning over me, making me sit back, each of his hands coming either side of the tub, crowding me, as he steps in. The moment he sits down, his hands are on my waist, pulling me forward onto his lap. I crash into his chest, the kiss not losing its momentum for a second. The water swirls around us, and I hear some of it splash onto the floor, but neither of us gives a damn. One of his hands comes to the back of my hea

Hi everybody. In light of the last chapter dropping tomorrow, I have so much that I want to say to you all before we wrap it up here.I never imagined when I published the first chapter, it would get the response it’s gotten. I was shocked when so many of you responded when I confided in the notes about feeling like a failure as a writer. At 23, the world can seem so full of possibilities, and all of them unreachable. You all have been so kind, so encouraging, and I’m truly so grateful. Thank you so much for reading. You really didn’t have to, and you still did, and I’m so happy that you came along for the ride.I’ve really been struggling with the knowledge that this thing is ending, even though I know full well that I’ve taken this story as far as it’s meant to go, at least in this chapter of the characters’ lives. However, it also allowed me to rediscover my passion for writing, and I’m so grateful. I am