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THE FOURTEENTH pt2
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Thirty Days THE FIFTEENTH
A large hand shakes me awake, and I swat at it ineffectually, mumbling incoherently. I hear Taylor's laugh. "Come on, sleepyhead. It's after eight." Shit! I am supposed to be on the train in an hour. I sit up, stretch, and look at Taylor through bleary eyes. He is already dressed in a sharp suit, and I remember that he has a meeting first thing.Taylor shifts nervously on his feet and suddenly blurts out, "It's my grandmother's birthday on Sunday, and she is having a party. Would you like to come with me?" It thrills me that after all our sneaking around at work, Taylor wants to introduce me to his family. The idea of meeting them all scares me, but I love the fact that he feels ready to take this step."I would love to." I smile up him and he grins back. Swooping down, Taylor kisses me intensely, and immediately my body responds, my arousal building. I hook a leg around his, pulling him on top of me as my fingers fumble for the button on his trousers. Taylor
Thirty Days THE FIFTEENTH pt2
I am a few minutes late arriving at the solicitor's office, having missed my train, causing me to feel flustered. I am shown into his office to find my parents waiting for me, looking a bit stern, but Mr Thompson's demeanour immediately puts me at ease. We get the formalities out of the way first, and then Mr Thompson begins."I have known Mrs Albertelli—Clara—a great many years as a friend, but she only instructed me on her behalf six months ago when she was given her diagnosis. She has written you each a letter," he says, holding up three fat envelopes, "which she requests you take away and read on your own when we are finished."Her will was very simple, having already disposed of most of her possessions." We look at each other in surprise as Mr Thompson continues, "To Gina, she leaves her jewellery, the contents of the attic box…" He looks over his glasses at my mother. "She said you would know which one she means."My mother nods in
Thirty Days THE FIFTEENTH pt3
"You didn't answer my calls." Taylor's voice startles me, and I turn to see him standing beside me. I didn't even hear him walk up, but it is clear from the expression in his eyes he is worried."I'm…I'm sorry. I didn't hear my phone ring. Truthfully, I have been kind of on another planet." With a sigh, he comes and sits down next to me. I can tell from his body language he is angry but trying to suppress it. Wordlessly I pass him over Nonna's letter. He sits still for several minutes as he reads, and then he turns to me. "She left you a bakery?" Taylor asks, the incredulity apparent in his voice."Um, yup." I start to giggle. The giggle turns to laughter, which turns to great, big hiccupping sobs. I am a mess. I miss my Nonna so much, and the thought that she has the confidence in me to have done something so crazy—yes, crazy—enough as buy me a bakery means that I am torn between excitement and terror.Taylor enfolds me in his arms.
Thirty Days THE SIXTEENTH
The daylight filtering through the skylights wakes me, and I scrabble around for my phone on the bedside table in an attempt to see what time it is. A heavy arm traps me and pulls me back as Taylor buries his face in my neck, nibbling on my ear. I can feel Taylor's erection pushing into my back as his fingers trace a lazy pattern along my inner thighs. I push my hips back, grinding into Taylor's crotch, and I hear him chuckle softly. He pulls my leg back across his thigh, giving him access to run his fingers through my wet folds. He dips his fingers inside of me, pulling and stretching me open. I moan quietly, clutching at the sheets with tight fists. I hear the rip of foil, and then he is pushing inside of me, filling me to the hilt. The angle of Taylor's cock rubs persistently, sending sparks through my abdomen. I feel my orgasm building, a slow-burning fire in my belly. The waves of pleasure are drawn out as Taylor continues to rock his hips gently, his dexterous fingers keeping me
Thirty Days THE SIXTEENTH pt2
It is dark when we finally slump onto the sofa, and I grumble to Taylor that I am never going to take a walk around London again if that is his idea of a gentle stroll. He throws a cushion at me in retaliation, and soon we are wrestling each other, finding each other's ticklish spots."Enough. Truce!" I finally gasp when I can no longer take any more. With a grin, knowing he has won, Taylor offers a hand to help me up. I take it cautiously, expecting another round of tickling, but instead, he pulls me into his arms and lowers his mouth to mine. His teasing nips pull at my lower lip, and when I open up, he slides his tongue in. I moan into his mouth as he caresses me, his hands mirroring those actions of his tongue. He cups my butt with his hands and pulls me in tight, and I can feel the ridge of his erection growing through his jeans, as he lets out a low growl.It gives me a thrill to know that I can affect Taylor like this. All my life I have felt dowdy and, while not ugly, not beau
Thirty Days THE SEVENTEENTH
I am standing in the beautiful orangery that is the focal point of Taylor’s grandmother’s house, feeling like a complete outsider. Granted, everyone has been perfectly charming, but I can feel the question marks in their eyes burning holes into my back. “Ignore them. They are a complete waste of space.” A charming voice startles me as a slim arm slips through mine. I turn my head to find myself staring into a pair of dark chocolate eyes so similar to Taylor’s that I can only conclude that they belong to his little sister. “Nicola?” I ask, the tremble in my voice evident. Taylor went off to get a drink five minutes ago, and I have been feeling exposed ever since. Just having Nicola by my side instantly relaxes me, and I offer her a grateful smile for rescuing me. “Yup, the baby sister. And you are Abby.” The last bit is not a question, but a statement. “I am so glad to finally meet you. Taylor has told me so much about you.” My curiosity is piqued at the excitement in Nicola’s voice
Thirty Days THE SEVENTEENTH pt2
The rest of the afternoon flies by as I get to know Nicola better and am introduced to a number of cousins, aunts and uncles whose names I forget almost instantly. Like Genevieve, they are all very welcoming, and I am grateful that there is none of the hostility that I experienced with Taylor’s parents. Richard’s absence has been noted, and a few people question his whereabouts, but I am simply grateful that he is not there. The idea of seeing him again makes my skin crawl. The party is winding down, and I excuse myself to use the toilet before we leave. As I make my way to the guest cloakroom, I take in the beautiful surroundings that is Genevieve’s home. Although completely different in personality from Nonna’s, I get the same sense of calm and comfort that I always used to get when I visited her flat. The walls are covered in pictures of family, including more recent ones of Taylor and Nicola in some exotic destination, which I can only suppose is from one of his sourcing trips to
Thirty Days THE EIGHTEENTH
I wake up alone, which is not unusual, but the feeling of dread that I fell asleep with has only intensified after a restless night of vivid dreams. The apartment feels empty, almost musty, in Taylor’s absence, and there is something else I just can’t pin down. A sadness that seems to have seeped into the walls. My phone tells me that eight o’clock is fast approaching, and I need to get my butt out of bed soon or I am going to be late for work. My head is filled with the memories of Genevieve’s party and my confrontation with Richard, which I have yet to tell Taylor about. I sigh out loud and promise myself that I will bring it up with Taylor as soon as I see him; if I don’t tell him, I can’t think what the consequences will be. Despite the warmth of the apartment, I feel chilled to the bone and find myself dressing accordingly, wrapping up in some dark-grey cord skinny jeans and a black cashmere cowl neck jumper over a grey silk long-sleeve T-shirt. The choice of colours reflects m
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