Chapter 1
Sleeping in the same bed as Finn Wood felt like heaven and it was the first night in years that I actually dreamed of being loved. It was a hot dream, one I would remember for a long time, and made me horny the moment I woke up.
The smell of fried bacon and eggs drifted through the air and entered my nose when I yawned, quelling my libido. My stomach growled. Saliva built up on my tongue and I threw the blanket off me and sprung out of the creaking bed.
I combed my hair with my fingers and looked in the mirror. I was a giant mess; mascara smeared all over my face, my hair pointed upward like a crooked broom and my eyes were swollen from sleeping with make-up.
My eyes widened and I jolted to my suitcase to fetch a brush, a cloth with some cleaning lotion and a special serum for thick eyes. I smeared the cream all over my eyes after I cleaned it with a cloth and then ran the brush through my hair as quick as I could, because I heard Finn’s footsteps coming closer.
“Good morning, sunshine,” he said, walking into the room with a frying pan in his hand. “Or should I say good morning, your Grace?” He chuckled.
I laughed, kissing him on the cheek. “Smells delicious.”
“That’s because it is. Thought I’d surprise you.” He scurried back to the kitchen, dressed in only boxers, his member bulging through the fabric. I swallowed, looking at his tight butt, the cut muscles of his legs and his shoulder blades sticking out of the muscular mass. He’s even more handsome than yesterday.
“It’s almost ready,” Finn said and pointed at the couch. “Sit down. I don’t have a table yet, sorry. Just moved here, so it’ll have to do.”
“It’s fine, I can eat with a plate on my lap,” I said and sat down on the stained sofa. I looked around at his apartment, which was kind of dirty and messy and wasn’t decorated. Shoes, building material and clothes were lying around all over the place and there was one big, old television across the sofa.
Finn placed toast on two plates, put the bacon on top and plopped some eggs to the side. It wasn’t the most scrumptious looking meal, at least, not what I was used to back at my house where the chefs cooked four star meals for me and my father, but he made it and that was all that mattered. Finn tried his best to please me and that was kind of funny, considering he was trying to get rid of me yesterday. Now he was practically wooing me.
He sat down next to me and gave me the other plate. “Here ya go. Hope you enjoy. Tried my best.”
“Thanks,” I said and looked at the plate in front of me. My stomach churned and squeezed together, causing me to feel nauseous. I recognized the feeling. I always had this when I felt insecure about what I ate. My food was the only thing I could control in my life, with my father deciding everything I was and did, so I was kind of addicted to the feeling of knowing exactly what I ate. I also decided I wanted to lose some weight ever since I started working at a prestige fashion store where only skinny bitches could wear the most awesome outfits. I wanted to be one of them.
“Eat,” Finn said.
I gulped down a piece of toast with a bit of trouble and nibbled on a piece of bacon.
Having Finn cook for me, made it impossible to measure my intakes and it made me feel uncomfortable. Especially now that his eyes were on me, watching me like I was some kind of weirdo.
“What?” I said, taking a tiny bite of eggs.
“Any reason why you’re taking bites the size of peanuts?”
I flushed. “I don’t know … I just … don’t like eating too much.”
“Why not? Don’t you like it? I have something else for ya if you want. Cereal or something.”
“No, no, this is fine. It’s good.”
“Well come on then, eat some more.” Finn reached for my toast and took it, then pushed it into my mouth. He laughed. With that flat bread pressed between my lips I must’ve looked like a duck.
I took another bite and placed
Sleeping in the same bed as Finn Wood felt like heaven and it was the first night in years that I actually dreamed of being loved. It was a hot dream, one I would remember for a long time, and made me horny the moment I woke up.
The smell of fried bacon and eggs drifted through the air and entered my nose when I yawned, quelling my libido. My stomach growled. Saliva built up on my tongue and I threw the blanket off me and sprung out of the creaking bed.
I combed my hair with my fingers and looked in the mirror. I was a giant mess; mascara smeared all over my face, my hair pointed upward like a crooked broom and my eyes were swollen from sleeping with make-up.
My eyes widened and I jolted to my suitcase to fetch a brush, a cloth with some cleaning lotion and a special serum for thick eyes. I smeared the cream all over my eyes after I cleaned it with a cloth and then ran the brush through my hair as quick as I could, because I heard Finn’s footsteps coming closer.
“Good morning, sunshine,” he said, walking into the room with a frying pan in his hand. “Or should I say good morning, your Grace?” He chuckled.
I laughed, kissing him on the cheek. “Smells delicious.”
“That’s because it is. Thought I’d surprise you.” He scurried back to the kitchen, dressed in only boxers, his member bulging through the fabric. I swallowed, looking at his tight butt, the cut muscles of his legs and his shoulder blades sticking out of the muscular mass. He’s even more handsome than yesterday.
“It’s almost ready,” Finn said and pointed at the couch. “Sit down. I don’t have a table yet, sorry. Just moved here, so it’ll have to do.”
“It’s fine, I can eat with a plate on my lap,” I said and sat down on the stained sofa. I looked around at his apartment, which was kind of dirty and messy and wasn’t decorated. Shoes, building material and clothes were lying around all over the place and there was one big, old television across the sofa.
Finn placed toast on two plates, put the bacon on top and plopped some eggs to the side. It wasn’t the most scrumptious looking meal, at least, not what I was used to back at my house where the chefs cooked four star meals for me and my father, but he made it and that was all that mattered. Finn tried his best to please me and that was kind of funny, considering he was trying to get rid of me yesterday. Now he was practically wooing me.
He sat down next to me and gave me the other plate. “Here ya go. Hope you enjoy. Tried my best.”
“Thanks,” I said and looked at the plate in front of me. My stomach churned and squeezed together, causing me to feel nauseous. I recognized the feeling. I always had this when I felt insecure about what I ate. My food was the only thing I could control in my life, with my father deciding everything I was and did, so I was kind of addicted to the feeling of knowing exactly what I ate. I also decided I wanted to lose some weight ever since I started working at a prestige fashion store where only skinny bitches could wear the most awesome outfits. I wanted to be one of them.
“Eat,” Finn said.
I gulped down a piece of toast with a bit of trouble and nibbled on a piece of bacon.
Having Finn cook for me, made it impossible to measure my intakes and it made me feel uncomfortable. Especially now that his eyes were on me, watching me like I was some kind of weirdo.
“What?” I said, taking a tiny bite of eggs.
“Any reason why you’re taking bites the size of peanuts?”
I flushed. “I don’t know … I just … don’t like eating too much.”
“Why not? Don’t you like it? I have something else for ya if you want. Cereal or something.”
“No, no, this is fine. It’s good.”
“Well come on then, eat some more.” Finn reached for my toast and took it, then pushed it into my mouth. He laughed. With that flat bread pressed between my lips I must’ve looked like a duck.
I took another bite and placed
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