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  Lowering myself beside Summer I really look at her for the first time, there’s just something different that I can't put my finger on. I don't know why, I mean she looks like Summer but there’s just something about her that isn't Summer. I’ve always had a soft spot for her, but she’s Wyatt’s girl and he’s my brother I would never do that to him.

  I really want to touch her and wake her up, but I am so not ready for the firecracker that I’ve been warned she has become. Plus I need to make sure there’s no camera in here, I don't want my arse handed to me before I help her out. It’s going to take some time but I will get this fucking mess sorted.

  I can’t help myself as a finger reaches out and lightly pulls and gently removes the hair from her face, I just want to look at her beauty as she peacefully sleeps escaping from the reality that she is living. It’s heartbreaking to see her go through all this shit, she used be so care free and full of life. Yeah she had a idea what was going on with Wyatt and I, even though we did our best to not get her involved. Summer just wanted to live care free and enjoy life because you never knew where you were going to end up.

  I feel like a ball of nerves, I have no idea how she’s going to react to me being in here when she finally wakes up. As much as she should recognise me, Wyatt said she struggled to recognise him at first. Well we’ll soon find out when the time comes, for know I could just watch her sleep for an eternity.

  Moving myself away from her I walk over to the far side of the room and slide down the wall resting my head against it. Over here seems like a safe distance from whatever she may have planned for an attack. I love the girl but even I’m not that stupid to get all up in her face as she wakes up to realise everything she thought was real, was in fact only a dream.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Morgan

  I know someone has entered this room, I’m not stupid. Lying here still with my eyes closed I listen to the tapping of someone on their phone.

  “Whoever the fuck you are and whatever the fuck you are doing you can get the fuck out now please.”

  Rolling over to see who has come in disturbing me and getting all up in the only space I am really allowed in this god forsaken place. I open my eyes to be met with a pair of the most beautiful dark eyes. Shit he’s more broad and muscly than Wyatt and that man was built like a God.

  But this one, wow, just freaking wow. My breath hitches when he looks up at me, my body is vibrating with nerves. I’ve never seen a more beautiful man in my life nor in my dreams. Hell he could even give my number one love, Connor Black a run for his money.

  This, Adonis of a man is pure perfection I know I must be salivating staring at him so intensely.

  “Do you want to take a picture? It might last longer.”

  What an idiot, I can’t believe he just said that the muppet. Anger now replacing the lust inside me from staring at him and thinking how hot he is, well he just went down to right ugly in my eyes now.

  “You’re a dick”

  “No, but I do have a pretty impressive one”

  “Bitch please, as if you’ve just said that to me. That is clearly a fucking lie right there.”

  “I would show you Princess, but it would destroy you when you think of mine and match it to Wyatt and Harry’s”

  Did he really just go there? Tears fill my eyes when I think of Wyatt, I wouldn't know what he hid under his clothes because he never gotten rid of them. Now this guy actually thinks I’m this Summer too.

  Getting out of bed quickly I storm over to him and slap him hard across the face.

  “How fucking dare you say that to me, and how dare you disrespect Wyatt like that. I have no idea who the fuck you think you are or even who you are, but you have no freaking right to talk ill of the dead.”

  I go to slap him again but he grabs my hand in time, I struggle to get it free as my body goes from rage to fear in the space of a heartbeat.

  “Let me go”

  “Now you listen here Princess, you started this conversation not me. So don't get all high and mighty with your don't you talk ill about the dead. Wyatt was my brother.”

  Gasping from shock I didn't see that coming out his mouth, narrowing my eyes as we continue our stare off at one another.

  “You’re lying, I know you are because a brother would never kill each other.”

  “I promise you Princess I am not lying about being Wyatt’s brother, also I think you should consider what you’re saying before you go around accusing people of doing something. You may just upset the wrong people one day.”

  This man is so freaking frustrating it’s unbelievable, I’ve never had such an impulse to throttle someone so much.

  “You need to leave like now, get the heck out of my room and leave me alone. I don't want to be with any part of you.”

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Bailey

  Fuck me is she beautiful and such a hot-head, damn I’ve never known Summer to be like this but I fucking love it. Even if she is the most frustrating female on the planet, seriously girls stare at me hundreds of times a day and I can have pick of any. This girl, though has some balls and when she gets mad her whole body tenses. I just want to bend her over my knee and give her one hell of a spanking for the way she just spoke to me.

  Grabbing hold of her arm and pulling her against my chest to stop her from fighting me, I lower my head to her ear and whisper into it.

  “Princess, you better get used to it because there is no way in hell I’m letting you go so easy. We both don't like this situation but you giving me this attitude isn't going to help, plus I’m finding it a real turn on.”

  Listening to the gasp that leaves her lungs and now witnessing her trying to get out my arms is funny as hell. Next to my 6 foot 5 stance she looks like a little fairy or one of Santa’s elves. I can’t even help the chuckle that eruptions from me. I let her go so I can bend over in stitches at my last thought.

  Watching her storm off over to the bed and hide herself under the covers has me howling even more. She is one stroppy teenager that’s for sure. I notice the blanket isn’t covering her so well, and can just make out that she has the smallest, tightest, shorts on ever. Fuck I missed them. My mind is going crazy thinking of scenarios I would like her in while wearing them shorts that just show off the most perfect round arse I’ve ever seen. Bailey knock it off this is your boy’s girl, I scold myself.

  Storming out her room trying to get my thoughts intact I head towards the kitchen, I need a fucking drink and It better be fucking strong. Grabbing a bottle of Sambuca I don't even bother with a glass, just park my arse on sofa and neck it out the bottle, the liquorish flavour burning down my throat. That girl has major problems, I don't even know who she is anymore.

  Switching the box on to catch up with the sports news, trying to keep myself from thinking about Summer in the room down the hall. The girl has me more twisted than a sailor’s knot, how can she be so fucking stunning and be a complete bitch at the same time. If I knew that Wyatt didn't have a claim on her i’d show her exactly who the boss was.

  “You mother fucker! You better let me out of here so I can use the bathroom.”

  Sitting here, I turn the box up even louder, she doesn't need to use the bathroom she has one in her own fucking room. Women too much damn hard work, what’s wrong with just wanting to sink yourself into one and then moving the fuck on?

  “Don’t you ignore me out there, I know damn well you can hear me, I will only shout louder.”

  I’ve got to give her credit she doesn't back down easily, I like it a lot. I can imagine many ways that would be effective of shutting her the fuck up. A gag sounds pretty promising right now for sure. I turn my attention to what the dude is saying on the T.V he’s going on about the Formula One Qualifying, surprise, surprise Vettle is back on pole position. He’s a good driver and all but come on Hamilton get your act together and push your damn car to the limit. Stop acting like a damn pretty boy and man up.

  Son, I’m goin
g to be gone a while, but I will be checking in at least once a week, so don't even fucking think about letting her go.

  I got it, don't worry old man.

  I will put a bullet in you, mark my words

  Perfect just fucking perfect, that son of a bitch is checking in to make sure she stays put. Like I’m going to let the bitch go, I couldn't give a fuck what she’s done or why he wants her. She isn't the girl I remember that’s for sure.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Morgan

  I know that arse-hole can hear me but he’s choosing to ignore me, well two can play at this game. As I see it he has no right to be upset with me, he is here by choice. This is his family after all, I run my fingers through my hair trying to come up with anything that would help to get me out of here. I’m coming up empty handed though, seriously my brain can't even figure out a simple problem.

  Lying back on my bed once again staring up at the ceiling, nothing much has changed since the last time I stared in the same spot. I’ve no idea what time or day it is, I know I have missed tons of TV. Top Gear, Vampire Diaries, True Blood. Shit that’s the last ever series too, a book if I could just have a book to bury my head in. and get lost in a fantasy than having to face this gel of reality, I wonder if I can convince him to bring me a book to read?

  Before I can come up with a plan to ask him the door opens, looking over in that direction. I can't even help the breath that’s sucked out of me, picture Asher Collins and you’ve got Bailey right in front of you I would even say they could be identical twins.

  “What do you want now?”

  “Look, you’re going to be here a long time. I know I am not somebody to trust and trusting anyone is probably the last thing on your mind. However, I would like to make this easier on us both, you help me and I’ll help you kind of deal.”

  Is he being serious? I have no idea how the hell I can help him.

  “How do you suppose I help you?”

  He enters the room and stands close to my bed, I sit up so I can look at him and try to figure out what his motives are. Not that I’m any good at reading people,

  “Look Harry isn’t going to be around much for a while, however before you get all excited and try and escape, the guards are still outside, anyone that walks out the door Harry knows about it, it’s how his security system works…”

  Sighing as my chance of freedom was just clearly taken from me, I truly am trapped here for the long run.

  “…But I can grant you access outside this room if it will stop you bellowing, as frankly you’re giving me a bastard headache.”

  I can't even help the smile that erupts my face, without even thinking I launch myself at him. Kissing all over his face as I squeeze him to death.

  “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

  Releasing him, I go beet red. Oh my god what did I just do.

  “I’m so sorry, I’m so freaking sorry”

  As if this could get anymore embarrassing, I can't believe what I just done.

  “Its fine no harm done and you’re welcome. I’m not a complete bastard you know”

  With a wink he leaves me in my room, but doesn't shut the door. Oh my god he wasn't lying I can have some freedom! Before he can change his mind I am out of the door and heading towards the big bathroom. I can't wait to have a good soak in the tub, you’d think I had won the Lottery with the happiness I am feeling right now.

  Sinking myself into the tub, I let the water flow over my aching body. Harry has done a number on me many times, each cut and bruise stings as the water laps over my body. I don't care though, it feels like heaven being able to relax. Resting my head on the back of the tub I close my eyes and take in deep breaths. Self-meditating picturing myself on a nice hot beach looking over to the turquoise waters of the ocean as I lay on my lounger drinking my sex on the beach cocktail. Fresh strawberries being dipped in white chocolate before being placed on my tongue. Every so often hands would touch my shoulders massaging every tight knot within them. Heaven is what I am dreaming of, smiling as I continue to lose myself in this utopia.

  Looking over my right shoulder I can see the man with the magic hands, the man who makes everything perfect. The man who my heart beats rapidly for, he lowers his lips towards mine. There soft and gentle, he teases my lips to open to gain more access. A bite on my lower lip sends electric shocks through my body, I feel like I’m on fire just from a simple kiss. Moaning into his mouth as I reach my hands up and wrap them around his neck pulling him closer to me. His arms lift me up but our lips never break from each other. He’s carrying me away from my lounger and places me down inside a cabanas, every piece of linen is white. Softly blowing in the breeze, red petals cover the floor just adding a splash of romance. Just as my head hits the pillow, he moves his lips to my lower jaw. Kissing his way along to my most sensitive spot just below the ear, my body arches towards him at his every touch. His finger grazes a path down my body and his lips follow, fire is burning through me as each kiss sends me into another shock and closer to oblivion.

  “Summer, Summer”

  Hearing him call out my name has me weak, I am yearning for him to put me out my misery and send me over the edge, His touch alone has made me lightheaded and delirious, his hands are still wandering lower towards where I need him to ease my ache, to touch me where I need him most.

  “Summer!”

  Continuing to kiss my neck as he whispers into my ear, his fingers now stroking my thigh as they run higher and higher. “Yes,” I moan he’s so close to my sweet spot, I bite my lip just as I lift my hips to make his fingers stroke the core of my wanting.

  “Summer”

  Reaching over I grab him, I need his lips on mine, and I need him now “please, I beg you.” Running my hands through his hair, I gently tug on it trying to get my message across to him that he better release my ache now or I’m going to die. He runs his nose against mine before lowering his lips to me. Moaning he takes the opportunity to stick his tongue in, rubbing it against mine. It feels so real, the hunger of both our wanting dancing with one another. He pulls away sucking on my lower lip, I open my eyes to gaze into his.

  “Bailey?”

  Shock runs through my system, a dream I was having a fucking dream and now here hovering over me between my legs is Bailey. I am so embarrassed beyond belief. What am I doing lying on the floor when I was in the bath.

  “What the fuck are you doing? Get off me, get off me.”

  “Summer I didn't do anything I heard you choking in the bath so I came in and seen you under the water, I got you out as quick as I could. I was shouting, begging you to open those eyes, to fucking breathe. I had to do CPR and you still wouldn't come round, all of a sudden you started to say things, you was begging me, what for I have no idea, then you grabbed my head and put my lips to yours. I was so happy that you had finally come around, I just let myself enjoy it and fuck me Princess you taste so exquisite and I just couldn't help myself.”

  I’m mortified, I can see the honesty there in his eyes. I can feel the intensity rolling off him from how hot and flushed he feels. My body is still begging for release and not just from anyone, it wants it from Mr hot and sexy.

  “It’s ok, I’m sorry I scared you, I must have fallen asleep in the bath”

  Staring up at him I can see he’s fighting for control, the ache is still there and I really need time to myself. I move under him slightly and he hisses, I stop what I am doing because that noise hits me right where I didn't need anymore attention.

  “Bailey, can you move please I really need to cover myself, this is so embarrassing right now.”

  “Princess, you have nothing to be embarrassed about, you look fucking amazing.”

  A blush covers me from head to toe, I can feel my skin getting hotter than it already was with this fucking sex God between my legs. The pure embarrassment and the sounds coming from his damn mouth has my mind in overdrive.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Morgan

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sp; Year Five

  The last two years have been the same, Bailey and I haven't had anymore incidents between us, but we have got to know each other. Every time I see and think of him my heart picks up a little faster, Harry well Harry has been away most of the time. But when he has been around he made me pay for it. If someone upset him or something wasn’t going his way I was punished. Harry’s mood has been dark, he just took whatever he wanted when he wanted. That wasn't really any different, however he did got worst. I have stab marks all over my body, and disgusting words carved into my skin.

  But I am no longer a weak naive girl, I am a woman and by god hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. It is a true saying, I fight more for myself even though I end up worse off. Bailey would come into my room late at night and cares for my wounds. He’s so gentle with me, he gives me hope that there is some good in the world.