Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
I cover my mouth with my hands as I step inside, spinning around at the brilliance. I never thought it would be possible to miss a weird ass rug so bad, with its fluffy purples and streaks of neon green.
I perch on one of our white leather sofas, careful not to bounce my battered tits, and stare in wonder at the place I’ve been yearning for. I’d never thought in a million years we’d have to abandon it. We left for Cannes with no idea in the slightest.
Josh walks over to one of his bookshelves, and runs his hand across the book spines. His sci-fi collection. He looks like he wants to hug every single paperback.
My eyes flit to the walled shelves of trinkets next to him, now filled with my eccentric goodies as well as his. My zombie cat teddy bears amongst his sugar skulls. My quartz points positioned around his amethyst geode. And then my eyes keep moving.
“Oh my God!” I point to our collection of plants next to the window. “They made it! They’re still alive!”
“Tiff has a key, remember,” Josh says. “They owe their lives to her. They will forever be in her debt.”
I reach over to the side of the sofa and spin his antique globe, then lean back against one of our purple brocade cushions as the overwhelm begins to hit me. A wave of tiredness rises up from nowhere, and I yawn, eyes struggling to stay open.
I’m safe here.
Safe at home.
“You’re exhausted, baby,” Josh says and takes a seat beside me. He strokes some of my hair behind my ear. “Fancy a hot chocolate?” He pauses. “Scrap that. The milk has probably turned to cheese.”
“I don’t need hot chocolate,” I tell my gorgeous partner. “I need you. I need our bed. I need my big spoon behind me.”
“You’re in luck, because I’m not going anywhere. Belgravia or not, I’ll be wherever you are, big spoon for ever.”
“You could have come back, you know. Snuck in late one night. I wouldn’t have blamed you if you’d have come back for some of your sugar skulls. I almost forgot how cool they are.”
He leans in to kiss my forehead. “I knew they’d be right here waiting for us. No matter what, I knew we’d make it home.”
“I only wish I’d shared your faith.” I tangle my fingers in his.
“It would have been hard for anyone to have any faith in your position, baby. You did great.”
“Only because you were there with me.”
“Nah, you give me too much credit. You’re a far tougher cookie than you think you are.”
“Thanks. I’ll feel like a far tougher cookier now life can go back to normal. Well, our kind of normal.” I look over at the mini gym in the corner, and have to smile. “I don’t think I’ll be taking advantage of the treadmill anytime soon. You’ll have to go gym bunny solo for a while.”
“Hardly a shocker, given where you’ve just come back from. How was the proposal? Are you ok?”
“Yeah, I’m cool. Nothing too major.”
He raises an eyebrow.
“Whatever, Ells. They must have fucked you up pretty bad to reschedule both of our calendars.”
I put a finger over my lips.
“Confidential, remember?”
“They kinda broke the confidentiality agreement themselves. Orla said she had permission to talk to me about you tonight. That kinda gives you permission to talk about them, don’t you think?”
“Let me check something out a second.”
I smile at him and grab my phone, calling up my banking app. It still gives me tingles whenever I check the balance, but tonight is something else.
The founders have deposited over £125k in there. My fucking God, it’s madness.
I show Josh my screen.
“They fucked me up enough to deserve this much, in their opinion.”
He does the same with his phone, his eyebrows raised as he shows me the balance.
“They fucked you up enough that I deserve this much, in their opinion.”
There is a fresh deposit of £55k showing. Fuck.
“Come on,” Josh says. “Tell me. What did they do to you?”
“Hmm, some things are better seen than told,” I say, then I inch forward on the sofa, wincing as my tits move. “Let’s get ready for bed and I’ll show you.”
Josh is such a superstar as he helps me up from the sofa. I need more assistance now the adrenaline has worn off, and he steps up like a pro. I raise my arms over my head when we reach the bathroom, and he takes my dress off. He lets out a holy shit when he sees the state of me.
It’s not my tits he’s staring at, though. He’s seen bound and bruised tits plenty of times before, since it’s kind of a staple. It’s the ladders of needle marks that he examines, then drops to his knees and eases my thighs open. My pussy must be an absolute fucking mess down there.