Don't deny it

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If you're still reading this I love you guys so much.

And I'm also thinking about remaking the front cover (not that anyone asked nor cared)
I made that cover yearssssss ago and so I'm thinking of redoing it x

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BLAKES POV

It was the day after Jaron had fucked up my club, and I had just gotten back from viewing and checking up on it.

It was now fucking 10pm
I was now alone. In my own solitude. Something I had become aquatinted to. I was usually alone , just me and my tormenting thoughts that begged me and told me to succumb to the devil perched on my shoulder , whispering bad things in my ear constantly.

Yet , whenever I was around her he quieted down. She seemed to calm the devil on my shoulder and he didn't make a noise. His only devilish thoughts were to fuck her in different areas of the room.

But I wasn't complaining about that.

Because I wouldn't mind doing her up against a few pieces of furniture.

I was in my REAL home this time. Not one of my 'shag pads'.
I own several houses. Many of them called
'Shag pads' simply because I fucked girls in them , the one I had taken Angelica to was also one of my shag pads. In all fairness I was planning on fucking her.

However , those houses were completely different to my house that I'm in now.

Those houses have no sentimental value , like Angelica said , there's absolutely no pictures. In my real home I don't have many pictures , just old family photos but they're all dead now. Clitché I know. My mother , father , sister

All dead

Except my brother.

At the mere thought of him I got angry on so many different levels. I had no clue where he was.

The halls were deadly silent , no sign of life. Just exactly how I knew it to be. It was normal. Not how I liked it.....but it was what I was used to.

No pets,  just cold, silent halls.

I Never brought any girls back here. Whatsoever.

It was the unspoken rule. They were never to come here at all.

My house was fairly large but just big enough so that I wouldn't feel lost in my own home , I didn't like owning and living in huge mansions. Although I could afford them I preferred a much smaller and 'cosy' home if you must.

Although , a home couldn't possibly be cosy with a murderer living in it.

I grin.

I take my blazer up and hang it on the coat hanger which was conveniently right next to the door.
I slip of my shoes and make my way down my hallway and into the main room.

My living room and kitchen.

A total tip.

I was used to living in a house where the dishes weren't ever washed. I tended to use paper plates so that I could throw it all in the bin after.