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“You aren’t a saint either. She used to always brag about how you promised to never leave her ...
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“Whatever. He’s in the west wing, second room to last.”
I kiss his cheek. “You’re the best.” “You bet.” He winks.
Taking a deep breath, I grab the handle and push. It’s locked.
Shit. Of course it’s locked. Why had I thought Cole would not think of that?
“Proving that you want me, even if you don’t like to admit it.”
“You shouldn’t have given me this power over you.”
“Do you know how much I’ve fantasised about having you completely at my mercy?”
“The fact that you’re under my control, the fact that I get to do whatever I want with you without your brain meddling?”
“Fuck, baby,” he speaks against my clit. “I’m going to feast on you.”
“Looks like fun. I should’ve been invited, considering I’m the fiancé and all.”
“Yo,” Ronan’s stoned voice comes from the door. “The fuck? You have a threesome and I’m not invited?”
“Silver.” Cole slaps my cheek. “Fuck, Silver?”
“If you don’t shut the fuck up and drive, I’ll call Elsa to see you acting as a doting fiancé
His fingers stroke my hair back, then his lips are on my nose, my temple. He’s soothing me, whispering words I can’t for the life of me make out.
“Papa! Mummy! I’m so sorry. Come back please.” They don’t. They continue to walk in different directions. I stand in the middle of the street, not knowing which one to follow. My feet are frozen. My heart palpitates faster with every passing second.
“Nightmares are usually a manifestation of your subconscious.”
I’d purr like a kitten if I didn’t want to stab him right now.
“Your only goal is to get what you want. What if I faint or die or get hit by a freaking bus? It’ll all just be a part of your sick games.”
He interlaces our fingers and lays them across his stomach as he watches me with an unreadable expression. “Is that what you think?”
“Stop bringing him up when you and I are talking.” His tone lowers. “If it’s only us, then it’s going to be only about the two of us.”
“You’re a liar and you’re in denial. You can lie to yourself all you want, but you can’t lie to me. You don’t get to spy on me when I’m playing football or when I’m swimming and then pretend you don’t care about me. You don’t get to act territorial about me by chasing all the girls away, then decide you just did that for the family image. You don’t get to come all over my fingers, my tongue, and my dick, then pretend you don’t fucking want me.”
“You pretend you’re happy for your father when you secretly hate his new marriage because you always had a fairy tale dream about your parents getting back together. You love my mum, but you feel guilty towards your mum because of it. You sometimes wish you were never born as your parents’ kid, because maybe that would make you feel wholesome like other children with non-separated parents.
feel guilty for dropping your friendship with Kimberly, but you act like a bitch to her because it’s your only defence mechanism to keep her away.
You don’t want her to see the ugly parts of you or how empty you actually feel inside. You’re flawed and you hate those flaws, so you use the attitude and the looks to make everyone believe yo...
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they’re disposable and so you won’t feel the pain you still do whenever you look in Kimberly’s direction and realise she also left you behind and chose Elsa over you. Truth is, you’re jealous of Elsa and it’s not because of Aiden. You’re jealous not only that she took Kim, but also that Ronan and Xander are gravitating towards her and leaving your snobbishness behind. But you can’t tell them to spend time with you, be...
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You let guys get close, but never close enough to see who you are, what you are. You don’t allow anyone to see your makeup-free face, because you’re self-conscious about the freckles on your nose. You’re also self-conscious about listening to rock music, and you do it in secret because you’re worried that if Cynthia or anyone f...
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It’s like I’ve listened to a distorted retelling of my life. As if someone dipped their fingers inside me and wrenched out a part of me I’ve always kept under lock and key.
“Here’s the thing, Butterfly, I can’t stop.”
“Because you’re my chaos, and I can’t survive without chaos.”
“The worst of all. The most beautiful of all. And you know what? You might as...
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“Are you ever going to let me go?” “...
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“Just shut your busy brain for a second,” he cuts me off, sighing.
“It is. I’ll give you pointers to sleep better.” “Pointers?” “Actually it’s one. Dream of me.”
“I hate you,” I tell him. He smiles as his lips brush against my temple and stay there. “Not as much as you want me, Butterfly.”
Control is everything I have. I command situations and people before the action even plays out. I’m a director, but my sets are real and my actors are actual people.
Her wallpaper is a picture of the four of us from the wedding. She’s hugging Sebastian’s waist and I’m standing beside Mum.
It’s a shot of her out of the shower, wearing a towel, her wet blonde hair falling on either side of her. It’s a selfie, but her entire face isn’t visible — only from the nose down. She’s trapping her lower lip under her teeth.
Her towel is slightly loose around her tits to show the hickey — the same one I left above her right tit when I fucked her in the shower.
If hickeys are what she wants, I’ll bathe her body with them until the entire fucking world knows she’s taken. They might never know it’s me, but they’ll know she belongs to someone. After sending the photo to my phone, I delete the text to myself and go to her messages, ignoring her group chat with her shallow friends. I don’t have to search long to find
My muscles tense the more I read the texts. They started years ago — three, to be exact. It was around the time she became glued to her phone, sometimes smiling, other times frowning.
Silver has someone who’s obsessed with her, watches her, probably masturbates to her pictures in the darkness of his room. Someone who’s slowly but surely becoming threatening.
Silver has someone who wants her chaos. Just like me.
No one gets between me and my doll. My art. My masterpiece.
Besides, you’re a cheater, Queens.” He laughed as he passed me by. Wanker. I’m a cheater? What about his damn sexcapades with Elsa?
Something tells me I just opened Pandora’s box and I’ll never be able to close it again.
Me If I don’t text you in half an hour, trail me to my phone’s GPS. His reply is immediate. Derek Yes, Miss. And please don’t tell Papa or Frederic.
“Why have you been following me since I left school? Do you perhaps miss me?”
“Or you can come with me,” he offers with nonchalance. “You followed me here so you might as well see what I’m up to.”
“Did you bring me to a sex club?”
