Page 100 of Shattered

Brayden chokes on a sob, trying to swallow it, but the tears fall free, dropping onto the diary in front of him.

“Boh, I really do love you. Thank you,” he whispers quietly, leaning up to kiss me gently on the lips.

Kissing his forehead, I whisper, “Let’s go make some memories.”

Eighteen hours and two delays later, and we finally touch down in London. Once we ordered an Uber to the hotel, we basically crashed into the bed and fell asleep in our clothes, not waking until one in the afternoon, UK time.

It wasn’t the best start but thankfully I booked the main event for tomorrow. At least today we get to explore a bit. I booked ahotel in the city of London, so at least we are near to everything. I did a lot of research and Cash was able to tell me where to go and what’s worth seeing as he’s been here a handful of times.

“This is what you have been excited about since we woke up?” Brayden stares up at the blue sign in front of us.

“Hey, I have been told by more than one person that this place has some of the best food in London.”

“Greggs? Who names a food shop fucking Greggs?” Brayden’s clearly suffering from slight jet lag. He’s grouchy when he’s tired.

“Let’s just go in.” I sigh, dragging him in with me.

We sat in, and the fact Brayden went up to the counter six times, to order six sausage rolls. I think it’s safe to say he likes it.

“OK, I get it,” he says, mouth of pastry and sausage.

“Good, huh?” I smile, biting into a sausage and bean cheese melt. Honestly, it sounded horrible, but I promised Cash I would try it and boy was he right. It’s fucking amazing.

“So, what’s the plan?” Brayden eyes up the counter again.

“No more sausage rolls, that’s what. Where the hell do you put it?” I eye him up.

“I can show you.” His lazy gaze tracks me up and down slowly, pushing his leg out so I brush against mine.

“Stop,” I grit, standing up as my dick starts to go semi-hard behind my tight jeans. Brayden stands up, following me out of the shop.

“Tonight, you best fuck me. I want to know what it’s like being fucked in London while looking out my window and staring at Big Ben.” He grins and starts to walk off. Now all I have in my head in Brayden bent over with me buried in his tight ass.

“We are making a pit stop at the hotel.” I grab his arm, dragging him toward the hotel, my dick now painfully hard.

OK, the vacation hasn’t consisted of as much sightseeing as I thought, and we only have five more days here. We had a walk around London yesterday, after spending two hours in the hotel fucking the life out of Brayden. After that we were both exhausted and ended up having a daytime nap. We then woke up at ten at night. We haven’t grasped the time difference yet.

But today is the main reason I booked this vacation. I had to set my alarm because at eleven, I booked tickets for Brayden to go to the London Eye. I know he needs to do this, and he mentioned it to me on the plane.

The London Eye looms before us, its massive wheel casting shadows against the bright sky. Brayden’s eyes widen as we approach the queue.

“Oh my god,” he murmurs, “it’s so much bigger in person and high—really fucking high.” Standing near the entrance, I retrieve the ticket from my pocket and hand it to him.

“I know you’re afraid of heights,” I say softly. “But you need this. Do it for Bexley.” His eyes meet mine, sunlight dancing on his face. “You brought us tickets?” he asks.

“I bought you a ticket,” I clarify. “I won’t be joining you. This is your journey, Bray. Take it all in, write it down, and read it back to Bexley someday.” I cup his cheeks. “I’ll be waiting right here when you finish. And I’ve arranged for you to have a pod all to yourself.”

“It’s really high,” he stammers, doubt evident.

“You can do it,” I whisper. “For Bex.”

His voice trembles. “For Bex.”

“Take this with you.” I pass Bray a plastic bag. “Open it once you’re up there.”

And with that, he turns away, walking onto the platform, ready to enter the pod.

Epilogue

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