Novel & Cerita Bared To You Sylvia Day

SATURDAY Sylvia was coming out of the bathroom, she just had her bath when her phone rang and so she went to bed and took her phone, it was her mum calling so she picked. "Hi mum" Sylvia mumbled. "My baby girl, how are you doing?" Mrs Blanco asked from the other line. "I'm fine, how are you also doing?" Sylvia asked back. "I'm good, it is just that I miss you" Mrs Blanco pouted. "I miss you too" Sylvia sighed.

She made her way out of the room as soon as she was done, heading towards the living room to see both Brett and Remus ready. ''You look hot!'' Remus whistled. Strapped in a black body con shirt over black cargo pants, Sylvia did look pretty. Her jet black hair was tied in a high ponytail, giving her face the attractive feel it always had. She had no makeup on because she didn't see the need. She was going to the wharf to fight and not to flirt or dance. ''Get your eyes off of my friend.'' Brett seethed. ''Sorry boss, too late.'' Remus smiled.

The tunnel looked endless as the gloom consumed the light, and the sound turned to pitiful echoes. The memory of Matthew and that fateful day surged forward and made my head throb with its aggression. I could almost feel the bile return, and my muscles twitch and contort again. ‘Be brave.’ The voice returned to me, singing like the seraphim in my ears. It was so clear I turned to look to see where it had come from. But there was no one, only the leaves dancing in the breeze from the wilting trees. Nothing but weeds ever grew here, no matter how hard people tried.

Then I say it slowly and with much thought, “Yes, I do. I don’t think I will ever get over you. But, under the conditions you wanted me to live, I cannot. I refuse to share you with anyone, and I certainly don’t wish to have anyone else. That is a fact. So, if you feel that I am not good enough, and you need to have more than one, I am not your woman.” “Kaitlyn.” He says and then his voice trails off. He looks at me again with those eyes filled with hurt and I realize finally that I must leave before he wins. Opening the door, I get out and walk quickly to the office. As I enter the building, Mr. Sandhill stares at me and then approaches. Crap! I am late and he has no idea why. Now,

"I got the SD card from the dashcam, and it's all there—clear footage of your scheming." I turned to the crowd and said, "Everyone, I'm playing this footage now. I want you all to see the true faces of these two monsters." I raised my voice so that everyone could hear me clearly. Then, I hit 'play' on my phone. June 3rd Yvonne: "You have a kid. My mother would never accept us being together. You should figure out how to get rid of Phoebe." Cody: "It's not easy to achieve what you want."

"Mia. You've been on your phone since you got in the car." His voice was hard. "Talking to who? Someone I don't know?" I'd just confirmed the pickup time with the bodyguard my father was sending. I locked the screen. "Reading the news." His expression got worse. He grabbed the phone out of my hand. "What's the password?" I didn't even look up. "My birthday." He tried it over and over. He couldn't get in. The phone locked itself. My birthday had been just a few days ago. The rest of the drive was silent.

It was the silliest picture of my cat. The pinned contact name at the top read, "Darling".

"I messed up, Mr. Jarrell. I know I did! Please give me another chance! I swear I'll pay you back in a couple of years!" But Mr. Jarrell completely ignored her. "Pay me back? With what? Are you planning to work the bottle service? Let me tell you that business is for young women. With looks like yours, the only guys who'd be interested are men pushing 60. Are you still drunk or just delusional?" Seeing Mom barely conscious, Dad rushed forward in a panic, trying to break them up. "She had just acted on impulse, Mr. Jarrell. It's all Frank's fault; he kept stressing my sweetheart out! Her body's frail, please go easy on her. Hit me instead!"

Dylan’s POV “I don’t care what he thinks.” The words leave my mouth the second I wake up. The apartment is quiet around me, and the early sunlight barely pushes through the curtains while my phone lies beside my pillow. I stare at the dark screen for a long moment anyway. K’s comment from last night still sits in my head. Very annoying. I throw the blanket aside and sit up roughly. It feels like I never slept because my shoulders are already tense. Somewhere outside, traffic moves through the city below my apartment windows while my coffee machine hums quietly from the kitchen.

I just got back from the gym, tired and sweaty. The house was usually quiet, but as I walked upstairs I started hearing strange noises. “Sylvia?” I called out. No answer. “Sylvia?” I called again. Still nothing. Then I heard it … a soft, desperate sob mixed with moaning. My heart started racing. I rushed to her room and pushed the door open. The sight hit me like a truck. “Ahhh… fuck… deeper…” Sylvia moaned loudly. She was lying on her bed completely naked, legs spread wide open. One hand was pinching her nipple while the other pushed a thick vibrator deep inside her wet pussy. Her eyes were closed, head thrown back in pleasure. She had no idea I was standing there watching.