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He grabbed ahold of my arms and pulled me onto his lap He srinding against e of my shirt and it traveled up until he cupped my breast Our kiss was passionate and I didn’t want it to stop He had

“Rory, you have me so hard I’m almost positive this is the hardest I’ve ever been,” he whispered “I need to feel your puy I want to feel hoet you are”

He moved his hand slowly froan its journey down south and, as he reached the lace of rabbed his hand and broke our kiss

“This is where I stop you, because I’ood for a fk I’ives in to your every deina you’ll never have!” I yelled as I got up and began to walk away But I wasn’t finished I stopped, turned, and looked at him one last time “For the record, I hate blueberry muffins,” I said as I ran into the house and up to my room

I went into the bathroom and locked the door As I started the bath water, I poured so I needed to cal as I undressed and stepped into the bathtub The water arm and the scent of jasmine and lavender filled the air Tears quickly filled ht knock on the door I didn’t respond when Ian called my na

“My ht years old She left me, her only child, for a et that day It was a Friday, and she keptto have a fun day together and it was just going to be her and me”

I stepped out of the bathtub and wrapped the towel around ently placed my hand on it as I sank to the floor and listened to Ian’s story

“She took o to and she went on every ride with h she hated them We went to the park, had lunch, and then ent for ice cream She took a lot of pictures that day and, when I asked her why she was taking so many, she wiped a tear from her eye and said because it was such a special day with just the two of us that she alanted to re in the foyer I asked her if she was going on a trip She knelt down in front ofon a trip and, when the tio with her But, she never cah the door and she never did Maybe even at thirty-three years old, I’ to hiuish in his voice How could a mother just leave her child like that? As much as I hated him at the moment, he needed me, and I wanted to hold hiot up from the floor and opened the door I looked around the rooot dressed and walked downstairs, looking throughout the house for him He wasn’t anywhere to be found I stepped outside on the patio and looked towards the beach, thinking maybe he’d be there, by the water He wasn’t I went back upstairs, grabbed e of the bed

“Ian, where are you?”

I waited ten minutes and he didn’t respond So I sent hie

“Please, Ian, come back so we can talk I’m sorry”

I climbed into bed and held my phone to my chest I waited for a response that never came, and Ian didn’t come home

Chapter 9

My eyes flew open and I was drenched in sweat fro to rise and little specks of light began to filter through theI picked up my phone, which sat on the pillow next to e from Ian There wasn’t After I climbed out of bed, I opened the door and walked down the hall to Ian’s bedroo with nervousness, as I didn’t knohat I’d find on the other side of the door I put my hand on the knob and turned it; carefully and slowly, I opened the door The rooray walls and carpet In the e bed with a black comforter draped across it I walked further into the room and took a closer look at the bed Attached to the headboard were chains rist cuffs attached to them I ran my hand across the black comforter and down to where the ankle cuffs were attached to the end of the bed What the fk? My eyes diverted over to the wall, where a black wrought-iron shelf hung with several hooks Sitting on those hooks were blindfolds, whips, paddles, and handcuffs Half-burnt candles sat upon the two nightstands I walked over and opened one of the drawers, only to find matches, several bottles of lubricant, and a variety of vibrators I opened the next drawer and it was filled with different types of condoms This room was probably his sex room I was repulsed by it, but turned on at the same time I quickly left the room and walked downstairs to the kitchen, where Charles was , Miss Rory Hoas your evening and dinner with Ian?”

“Just lovely,” I said with a fake s?”

“No, I haven’t He’s usually up and running by now Maybe he slept in today”

“Yeah, maybe,” I said as I poured a cup of coffee

“Will you be eating breakfast, Miss Rory?”

“No, Charles, not today, and please just call me Rory”

I took my coffee and went upstairs to find Ian’s bedrooht ahead from the stairs The room next to mine I walked over to it and with the sa -sized bed was fully made and it didn’t look like it had been slept in His bedroo but s fro The view of the ocean was the most beautiful view I’d ever seen His rooray walls hite ray accents I looked at the tiet ready for work As I walked back to e