Page 15 of Bait Me
“You are disgu?—”
“Save me the dramatics, Mum. I’m just getting my stuff and then I’ll be gone, you’ll never have to bother with me again,” Bonnie says, and I hear that her voice is devoid of emotion, like she knows she’s truly done with them. She’s told me a little more about how they’ve treated her, what they’ve said, and it boils my blood, to be honest. But it’s her family and her decision. I’m just here to support her whatever happens.
“If you so much as take a thing out of this house and walk out of that door with him, then you’ll have no family,” her mother spits.
“I never really had a family to begin with,” Bonnies says as she pulls me to the stairs and I follow, leaving the wicked witches at the bottom of the stairs huffing and puffing.
When we get to her room, I close the door and take her face in my hands, asking, “Are you okay?”
“I’m good, Darius. It’s been a long time coming.”
“It shouldn’t be that way.”
“But it is, and I’ve accepted it. So, now, we just need to concentrate on the future.”
“I couldn’t agree more.” And I seal our agreement with a kiss, one that I know will ensure our agreement lasts forever.
Chapter Fourteen
BONNIE
Six months later
It’s been six months since I turned my back on my family and ended up being taken to Darius’ home, where he gave me no choice but to move in with him, even as I tried to argue it. However, it’s been the best six months of my life, and I’ll forever be thankful that he did indeed move me in with him.
Our relationship has gone from strength to strength, our sex life more passionate and wilder than ever, and then there’s our working relationship. Of course, I was never going to be an escort again, not after my one time with him, which ended up being a lot more serious than I ever envisioned. Our working relationship is me being his ‘right-hand woman’ as he calls me, helping to keep things running, because since he’s been with me, he’s been happy to share the workload so we can spend quality time together. Christ, I love him. I love him so hard it hurts sometimes.
It didn’t take long for us to admit our true feelings, and three months after moving in, he got down on one knee and proposed. I quickly accepted and then he fucked me on the balcony of the penthouse where our love story began, because that’s where he proposed.
We got married two weeks later, no big event, just small and simple, and the only person from my old life there was Sadie. I haven’t heard from my family, and I don’t want to hear from them. They don’t deserve to have me in their lives, and they never did. I don’t miss them, and my Sunday lunches are now reserved for one man only. My husband.
And with today being Sunday lunch and all, I’m waiting for him to come back from his morning swim, dressed in my finest leather get-up, which consists of a few scraps of leather covering my tits, a ridiculously short skirt that shows my arse without me even having to bend over, and suspenders, with leather boots, because why the hell not. Not to mention, I research the shit out of sex positions for the smutty books I write and self-publish on the side, for enjoyment and nothing more. It’s good to try these things out, and Darius sure doesn’t complain.
I see his car pull up on the driveway and I get into position, on the stairs, ready and waiting for him when he opens the door. And when he does, his eyes almost bug out of his head at the sight. The door closes behind him and he drops his swim bag by his feet as I sit down on one of the steps and spread my legs wide, greeting him with, “Welcome home, husband.”
And there’s the look I love most, the feral one where he’s going to fuck me so roughly that I’ll be deliciously sore and aching all day tomorrow.
He may have baited me six months ago, but I’ll happily be his bait any day, because it always ends with me screaming his name, deliriously happy that I can call him mine.
