Yes, Sir || Ransom Drysdale // Knives Out

Part 5

A/N: i won't bore you with an authors note since y'all already read the apology but read the A/N at the end for context 😊

Words: 6.5K (I wanted to make it juicy for you guys as a thank you for reading 🙈🤎)

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, Angst, blackmail, Dominatrix (???? 😉😏)

Raquel's POV

The date night at Ransom's was spectacular. It was past midnight by the time we finished dinner so he invited me to spend the night.  We finished eating (the chicken piccata was EXQUISITE!), got into his bed and cuddled (I would've never pegged Ransom as a cuddler!). In the morning, he *attempted* at making me breakfast in bed, but he had never actually used his kitchen before, so we ordered breakfast and ate out on the veranda. At noon, he drove me to Harlan's, which was upsetting for the both of us because 1, our date was at an end, and 2, we'd have to pretend to not be dating.

I entered the kitchen feeling on top of the world, getting the attention of Martha and Fran.

"Someone seems happy..." Fran grinned.

"Was it your mystery date from last night?" Martha chimed in.

"Yes, it was," I sighed. "We... We decided to make things official last night."

"Did you now?" Harlan appeared out of nowhere making us jump. "I'm happy for you, my girl."

"Thank you Harlan," I smiled.

"Harlan..." Martha scolded. "You should be laying down."

"I know but I wanted to see the kids off."

"Off?" I questioned.

"Everyone's leaving today," Fran reminded me. That's when I remembered, I never got the chance to talk to Meg. I ran up to Jodi and Meg's room, knocking repeatedly. Jodi opened the door and smiled.

"Hi, Rocky!" She grinned. "Fran already brought the bags downstairs earlier." I looked over at Meg's bed, which looked unslept in. A lump formed in my throat.

"Did... Did Meg-"

"Yeah honey, she did," Joni sighed. "I'm so sorry."

"I didn't get a chance to say bye..." I choked. "Or say that I'm sorry-!"

"She left you this," Joni pulled a letter out of her jacket and held it out for me. "I didn't read it, I swear." I slowly took the envelope from her. "I'll see you in a few months for Harlan's birthday." Then she scurried out the room.

I sat on the bed and read the letter... Which was very intimate and passionate and basically said that she has feelings for me... And that I broke her heart. The end of the letter insisted that she didn't hate me but she needed time to get over me so I shouldn't attempt to contact her. I pulled myself together and tucked the letter into the band of my pants. I never felt more like an asshole. I went back downstairs to the kitchen and slumped over the counter.

"Why so glum, chum?" Fran asked, while putting a pan of brownies into the oven. I looked up at her.

"I did something fucked up," I groaned. "And I don't know how to fix it."

"My mother always says a clear head helps you think," Fran dusted off her hands and we walked into the drawing room. "And what better way to clear your head than..." And she opened a hidden drawer in the small clock on the fireplace, revealing her second weed stash.

"The backyard, quick!" I ushered her towards the kitchen. "We only have 11 minutes until Marta brings Harlan out there for lunch!"

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