All Chapters of Shady Blue: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Regardless of past reaction, Blue could not bring herself to feel any disgust as Richard so adoringly molested her thigh. It was almost as though he was feeling up an apple for any bruises in the supermarket, the way he groped at her flesh. No, she was far too preoccupied.She had found herself debating the very moral dilemma that had befallen her the moment Richard left the café. What would she tell Vincent? Would she tell Vincent? It was something he did not 

Somehow, Vincent had managed to escape the benefit earlier than Blue. As she slammed the front door shut behind herself and kicked her shoes off with an air of frustration no one could ever triumph, she came face to face with a man, yet again, lurking in the shadows. Sitting on the couch, in the dark, head hung, interlocked hands in between his knees and gaze sharp as he finally lifted his eyes to her own, even she couldn't be any more dramatic if she tried. Against all instinct to get a word in first, Blue couldn't help but surrender to a pull which ordered her into silence. For once in her life, she knew that it was best to let the man speak first, no matter how much a snide remark would cushion her pride. "Why were you there?"

Before she could think any better of it, her mouth opened invitingly, a gesture that was met with a firm, feverish kiss and a tightening of his fist in her hair. Shyly, she slid the tip of her tongue over his bottom lip, her fingers hooking beneath his belt in search of stability and her toes curling. Before she could deepen the kiss, he took her tongue between his teeth, deft fingers releasing the zipper at the side of her dress and greedy hands covering the skin of her bare chest and back where the bodice had been only moments before.Before

Blue waited, bated breath and a racing heart... let it be due to her soul-ripping orgasm, the cold or the sheer suspense of watching Vincent quietly turn from the door and rub at his face solemnly. When she spoke, she found she had the courage to only in whispers as she pulled the skimpy throw blanket tighter around herself, wishing for even a fraction more of the modesty she had been granted. "Who is it?"She watched as he all but punched the light switch by the front door. For someone with such an hone

Nothing to Blue could ever or would ever beat the feeling of waking up, sun warm through large, ocean-facing windows, sheets twisted up and duvet fallen to the floor, stark naked, with the male embodiment of sex sound asleep beside her, one arm around her and the other thrown over his eyes. With a small, subdued smile, Blue rolled over, lifting a delicate hand to rest against his steadily heaving chest. She watched as he stirred, arm falling from his eyes and head rolling to face her — to her dismay, still very much asleep.She had dreamt

Blue cursed the fact she didn't have the mind to lather on sunscreen the second she had stepped into the street. Despite the fact that fall was underway, and the nights grew colder, the days were just as unforgiving as the earlier summer months. And although she wasn't showing per se, the steadying gain of weight meant that she was just too big to fit into her old clothes and just too small to size up without looking like a Mormon. Vincent's clothes were always a safe bet—big enough to look deliberately oversized—but she found that, while denim shorts and one of his 

For summer, New York hadn’t quite gotten as warm as Blue had expected. She found that, even with an additional blanket, there was nothing she wanted quite as much as the strong embrace of a particular man—warm enough to make her sweat stark naked with the windows open and the air conditioning in overdrive. And yet her pride made good work of keeping him away.&n

“Lovely, isn’t it? That your parents would go through all this effort for us,” Blue forced a bitter smile to Richard, the man who had the meat of her thigh in his hand in a way he’d be able to squeeze warningly when her tongue got a bit loose. She feared, after one too many witty remarks and cold stares in his direction, that the print of his hand would begin to show. Even then, she was sure that Marian would not mind one bit. She seemed perfectly content watching her only daughter be violated by the man

Richard leaned in with an intent Blue couldn’t quite determine—as he inched close enough she could taste the food on his breath, she considered the value of her life. There was a certain cruelty, she found, in her sentence. Was she really to spend the rest of her life with the one person she somehow hated more and more by the day? To be a servant to a powerful man with a disproportionate ego. No self-determination. No purpose outside of attending events by his side and giving him as many children as he desired. And as she sucked in an involuntary breath, she received a vivid reminder of the repulsiveness that shrouded Richard rather exclusively. 

Blue found it rather hard to engage with anyone at the dinner table, though her input hadn’t been missed. Richard had been chatting happily for a time she didn’t care to note about his cars and the new house he bought on the suburbs. The suggestive nod towards its family appeal was lost on Blue. Just as the comment on his Porsche SUV and all its passenger capacity fell on deaf ears. She was rather distracted by the fact that Richard was sat by her side in the very seat that had been Vincent’s at the fateful brunch. And if not by Richard’s presence alone, by the rampant questions and confusion that had arisen from Vincent’s detective work in a way that translated directly into anger… and hurt.