Page 30 of Dear Glory

“Ms. Glory, where a?—”

“WHERE IS SIR?!” I glare, and Lawrence’s eyes go wide, shocked at my outburst, as Fabian clears his throat.

“He’s downstairs in the massage parlor, Ms. Glory.”

“Take me to him!” I demand and like little toy soldiers, they march me downstairs and into a dark room with a sensual and serene ambiance where I see Sir sitting, getting his nails done.

It’s a bit odd seeing a man care for his hygiene like this. The men I know would never be caught having their nails done, though I can see the attractive Indian woman is not using any color polish aside from a clear topcoat meant to strengthen the nail. It’s not too visible or glossy either.

He looks so good sitting there all well-kept with not a speck of dirt under his nails, which has always given me the heebie-jeebies. I never knew how much it really affected me until I saw him do this just now.

“Glory!” he perks up, shooing the lady away. “You came to see me on your own,” he grins and holds his hand out to me. I hesitate for a bit before going over to him and sitting in his lap, sighing because I missed him.But I’m not about to tell him that I’m still mad… slightly.“I missed you,” he tells me and kisses the top of my head.

“I was upstairs… you could have come see me any time,” I raise my brow.

“But you told me not to speak with you,” he reminds me smirking.

“Stop being petty,” I roll my eyes, crossing my arms.

“I wasn’t trying to be,” he chuckles, “I was only listening to my Princess’ orders,” he teases, holding out his arms. I glare at him but I still move into his arms, crawling into his lap.Well, I guess I’m not THAT mad anymore.But I do notice he sounds a lot more American than he did prior. It’s only been three days, but even the small hints of his accent are non-existent.

“Your accent… it’s gone, what did you do in the three days in which you were so-called ‘listening to my orders?’” I run my fingers over his chest hair.Why do I feel so comfortable and like putty in this man’s arms?

“I was working with my speech therapist… I need to make it so my accent never existed.”

“Why?” I question.

“Because I want a new beginning that has nothing to do with my family back in Ireland.” He looks away, but not before I catch the sadness in his eyes.

“Oh… uhm…”I should probably change the subject. I don’t want him to be sad.“Do you have other family aside from Lilian and Robert? Back in Ireland, perhaps?” I question and Sir’s already sad eyes seem to fade to black, and the always cool, calm, and collected heart beats hard against me to such a great degree I rock with it. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, plasters a smile on his face, and shakes his head.

“Not anymore. It’s just me, Lilian, and Robert now,” he answers.

“Oh…” I pause, chewing my lip. “Do they have an accent?” I ask and he gives me crooked smirk, shaking his head.

“They’re about as American as one can be.”

“That’s a shame. I like the accent,” I pout and he chuckles.

“Bloody ’ell lass, yu know how tu drive me crazy,” he grunts and smacks my ass, causing me to shiver.

“I… I don’t know why you have to get rid of it, b-but m-maybe sometimes, when it’s just you and I… I can hear it?” I plead shyly.

“Aye, Glorious, it’ll be our lit’l secret,” he smiles. I don’t know what’s so secret about him having an accent, but I like that I’m privy to it.Crap! That’s not why I came down here! Focus, Glory!

“Sir! I wanted to talk to you!” I set my shoulders firm and narrow my eyes at him.

“Go on.”

I open my mouth, but the words don’t come out. At this point, I don’t even remember what I wanted to say. That always happens when I’m with Sir. He blows my mind and wipes away all the bad thoughts.I just mindlessly exist in his presence.

“I… uhm…”

“Aye, Glory?”

“Well, about the event that you took me to…” I fiddle with my hands, unsure what to say even though just a second ago I had a million words to spew.

“I’m listening,” he encourages me, staring intently into my eyes.

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