All Chapters of Shady Blue: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"I've got you; can you get the key card out of my wallet?" The man's voice was rough as his hands tightened around the girl's thighs with a sense of urgency... though he felt she weighed almost nothing, he longed for nothing more than to be able to throw her onto their bed, pin her beneath himself and simply fück the shit out of her until he felt like he physically couldn't any more.All too knowing, Blue shifted to reach around him, an arm hooked around his neck, to draw his wallet out of

"Are you hungry?" The man spoke against the girl's mouth as their lips tangled and their breaths mixed. She was aware that, as he drew away and climbed to his feet, there was cum coating his trousers where she had sat in a way that made her almost proud. They truly were lovely pants; pants he had worn all day whilst he did his business-y things and spoke to business-y people; pants ruined in less than five minutes due to the sole fact they couldn't keep their hands off of one another. "I can get some room service now before you pass out," She watched as he kicked his trousers off. As she watched his shoulders flex the moment he bowed to a crouch and swept the clothes he resolved to take to dry cleaning into a pile, she swore for a moment she wanted nothi

Vincent, freshly bathed with beads of water gathering at the fringe of his dark, dark mop and a towel dangerously low on his narrow hips was a sight to behold.But perhaps even more appetising, was a half-naked Blue, arm thrown over her eyes, hair sitting in a mass beneath her, his own tee-shirt ridden up around her stomach and briefless nether region on full display to the prying eyes of a particularly aroused and thoroughly showered man. Despite the primal instinct to amend her nakedness with

Married life certainly was a strange look for Blue. Even so, she seemed to be doing a better job of it at the ripe age of eighteen than Marion was at thirty-seven... not that Marion did much. Margie cleaned, Marion yelled at her to. Margie cooked, Marion made a mess of the dishes. Margie taught Blue the ABC's, Marion posted baby photos on Facebook.Blue had taken to cooking surprisingly well. Vincent had painfully insisted that he prepare the meals and clean up the dishes after the spell of foo

With a flinch of surprise, Blue had shoved the man away from her, shrunk away into the corner of the entryway and straightened her hair with a speed she didn't know she was capable of. She had never been more thankful of the fact her feet ached too much to wear heels that morning — as odd as she felt in a sundress and sneakers of some variety, she owed it to her sneakers that she had made such a quick escape from Vincent's unforgiving grip without making the magnitude of sound she would have. "Did you get lost?""Mom!" hastily, she wiped

Blue hadn't said much of anything at all since she had chosen her station on a window ledge, ignoring the couch only two steps to her left that would have made just as much, if not more of a seat. Of course, she'd given a cursory 'thank you' when Vincent had presented her with a steaming green tea and had forced a laugh when he attempted a joke about how the hard surface would flatten her arse but failed to move her eyes from the jungle of skyscrapers that offered little-to-no entertainment. Truthfully, never in her life had she wanted the world to swallow her up more. In a cruel and unfortunate twist of fate, however, god seemed to be continuously spitting in her face. She had rolled her ankle in her rush to escape Marian's 

This time, it was Vincent who took a careful pause. Before she could grab a hold of his wrists and stop him, he was rising to his feet, pacing away from her, and tucking in the barstool he had been seated on only moments before as though he was searching for something to busy himself with — and he was. The mood swings, the poor impulse control, the weight gain, the vomiting he had chalked up to food poisoning. Her aversion to the foods she once loved. Her tiredness. Headaches. "How long?""My birthday." Nervously, Blue wrung her hands in

The first thing Blue did when she woke up was roll over. And after that, she shot from the bed of knotted sheets and shook Vincent awake. It was a Monday morning, and two hours since his alarm would have gone off — had he not turned it off the night before; a fact to which Blue was none the wiser. "Why are you sleeping? You should have gone to work half an hour ago," She watched the man as he grumbled rather loudly and took to his other side, burying his face in the cushions. As much as she hated to admit such a fact, she knew exactly how he felt trying to wake her in the mornings; as though it was far too early to be dealing with this. "I get that you're the boss, but you don't get to do whatever you w

There were a few things in the world a girl simply could not turn down. Chocolate, perhaps. Diamonds. New shoes. A nice pair of earrings or another brand-new car — Blue, on the other hand, could confidently say that in the span of four days, she had rejected all the above... plus some. The chocolate, she could argue, was poisoned. The car faulty. The earrings rusted, and the diamonds stolen. No amount of arguing, sadly, could completely convince her that she hadn't led on Richard to the point he had spent only a few hundred thousand in just over half a week. Victim-blaming; a cult classic.

It didn't take Blue long at all to come to terms with the fact that she would greatly have to adjust the way she dressed now that she was an expecting mother. Of course, this wasn't to say that pregnant women couldn't dress however they pleased. She simply didn't want to be stared at for having a stomach her size and wearing a dress so tight — either it would be painfully obvious that she was pregnant, and the tightness of her dress would give away the fact she wasn't even a young adult yet, or she looked overweight and unsure of how to dress for her size. In an effort to avoid either, she wore a sweater and a rather old pair of jeans. It was too warm for the sweater, she was aware. But she had to do something to hide the fact that the waistband was held shut but a hair tie due to the fact she coul