Chapter Forty Two: Brooke
"What time is it?" I ask
"1:26 in the afternoon. Why?" He asks.
"Jesus Christ!" My eyes go wide, "we've slept till 1:26 in the afternoon?!"
He smirks, "we must have needed it."
I wink at him, grab my phone, and make my way into the bathroom, stripping for my shower.
I let myself relax and take in the feeling of the burning water falling onto my body.
I keep my eyes closed so I don't see my reflection in the mirror right in front of me.
Who installs a mirror in their shower right in front of them?
I know that if I open my eyes, my ribs will be the first thing I see. And no matter how hard I try, I can't help but feel both proud and disgusted.
What normal person feels satisfied with their self when they fight for a living?!
But despite all this, I open my eyes, and I'm met with the sight of bright back and purple bruises going up and around my ribcage. I'm pretty sure I've got a few cracked ribs too, but I've damaged my ribs that much over the years that I begin to get used to the pain.
I grab my phone off of the countertop and message Tom.
Me: Hey T. It okay if I drop in today? Nothing too difficult though, I've got to go out tonight. B
Putting my phone on silent, I put my phone down and carry on showering.
T: Hey Babydoll! Yeah, come on up. Remember, I haven't seen you in months. How about that Thomas Egerton again? I think he wants another round. How about it? T
Me: Yeah, sure. Is he in already then? Jesus, he's like another me... How old is he again? B
T: yeah, he's been in since 11, training. He's dying for me to train him... I won't though 😂. He's 25, just like you. T
T: Oh! I nearly forgot to ask! Why weren't you in here earlier like Thomas? T
I bite my lip and think of a response, then type away.
Me: I had some personal matters that had to be sorted. But they're good now. I'll be in about an hour and thirty. Got to stop off and see James first. B
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My Boss
Romance"Why are you doing this?!" I practically yell at him. But he doesn't give me any kind of reaction, just continues to sit at his desk, staring at me with an expressionless face. "You know why I'm doing this Brooke. I want you. And I won't stop until...
