Chapter Eight: Distasteful

"I'll give both of you time to talk."

I say as I brush past Alessio, who resembles a golden retriever. ‘Brush past’ because he doesn't make room for me to pass.

I guess he is a bad puppy. Still, sex is off the table for as long as possible. I don’t want Henry to be uncertain about his position here or to know the other side of me.

Thank God for sex toys.

“I don’t…know where my room is.”

I say before fully leaving.

“You will be assisted by the staff.”

Christopher says as he waves me off.

“Great.”

I say finally and leave the third floor of the house.

There is an elevator, but…I don’t really like them. So, I take my time down the steps that feel as if they go on forever. I was panting on the way up, but I didn’t want Christopher to know how unfit I am. I guess lies about walking everywhere don’t count in making you fitter. Still, I should get some cardio in.

Lily, the maid, tries to stop Henry from running up to me but fails when he slips between her hands.

"Sorry."

I apologise on his be