Page 9 of Dear Glory

“Bloody ’ell, yu’ll be the death o’ me,” he grunts as he picks me up and carries me through the club. I rest my head on Axil’s chiseled chest prior to my eyelids completely failing me. Everything goes dark with only one thing on my brain.Damn… it appears coming to France was a better decision than I thought.

Chapter 4

Morning Glory

GLORY

Jesus!

I groan, grasping my head, feeling as if someone came up from behind and cold-cocked me upside the head with a brick.

My brain is throbbing, my body aches, and my throat feels raw.

“Ugh, what the hell did I do last night to be feeling like this?” I mutter, voice sounding jacked as I roll over in bed with my eyes still closed. However, I frown when something sweet perforates my nose along with the unmistakable scent of eggs and bacon.

Perplexed about where the smell could stem from, my eyes pop open and I come face to face with the most beautiful bouquet of roses I’ve ever seen along with piping hot steam still coming from a lidded assortment of goodies and juices.

“What the hell?” I blink, confounded as I sit up and look around to see the windows are drawn to let in just enough light so as not to disturb me while I was sleeping. I glance to the hanger on the wall to see my dress from last night is hanging in a dry-cleaning bag.What the fu?—

My hands run over my body, and I quickly realize I’m not only wearing my favorite pajamas that I know for a fact I’dforgotten to bring when I was rushing to catch my flight, but I’m as clean as a whistle.What in the world is going on? Did I shower when I came back to my room?

I shake my head and slide from bed, walking over to the dress and unzipping the dry cleaning bag. Lo and damn behold, my dress from last night is in perfect condition instead of being riddled with the smell of smoke as one would expect when coming from a smoke-filled lounge.

“How?” I lean in, smelling the dress, noticing that it has the scent of my favorite detergent.

Shaken, I cock my head to the side, puzzled as I turn to the food and uncap the lid. Again, I am taken aback when I see that it’s all of my favorite foods.

“Did I ask for this service last night?” I question aloud, taking the silver wear and picking up one of the sausage patties. When I take a bite, I hum at the recognizable taste and immediately uncap the lid, eyes going wide when I see biscuits and jam, quickly scooping some up and dancing happily.Wait…are these Ms. Betsie’s biscuits, sausage, and homemade peach preserve?

Stunned at how they could get my favorite breakfast here in France, I dig in, also enjoying the authentic French croissants, butter and jam along with all the pastries my little heart can handle. It’s the best thing to wake up to, and the pitcher of water and fresh pressed juice left for me to wash it down with is just the cherry on top.

To say I’m thoroughly impressed with their hospitality would be a slight to the effort they put in. It was all so thoughtful and considerate to the point I’m still baffled. By the time I turn my attention to the bouquet of roses that have such a rich pungent aroma that makes my suite smell like a rose garden, I’m beaming from ear to ear. When I spot a card tucked away with a gorgeous gold seal on it, I giddily pluck it off and break the seal, smiling, but immediately, my smile fades.

Dear Glory,

I’m still savoring the memory of you. For giving me the honor of tasting such otherworldly temptation has left me high. You left me no choice but to express my appreciation by sending these flowers, though they pale in comparison to what my Dear Glory has given me. In addition, I’ve ordered your favorite breakfast. Enjoy it.

Yours,

Axil

I read the letter what feels like an exorbitant number of times, yet I still can’t wrap my mind around it. None of it makes sense.All of this is from Axil?

Suddenly, the events from last night flood into my brain like a forgotten piece of a very important puzzle, and all the food settles at the bottom of my stomach like a lead.

Oh my God!I squeak, heart racing feeling like I’ve committed some type of crime. I mean, if my dad were here, itwouldbe a crime, right? General Cross is so damn strict with his daughter. But I was able to do all that nothing abnormal happened!

Nobody was strangled or had a gun put in their face. What’s even more, Axil seems to want to see me ag—Whoa whoa whoa…I need to slow down! I came out here to relax and find myself, not be ensnared in that man’s web. As excited as I am about yesterday, I need to consider it a once off thing or a casual encounter.

Still, I’m gobsmacked at Axil’s audacity. The things that man said to me!Has anyone spoken so candidly to me in the past?No… every man I have dated has always carried and held a sense of honor, with a few of them having some sexiness about them, but Axil… just his words had me about to cum…what did he say to me last night?

“Yer such a tease, Glorious, but I’ll be responsible this time. I’d rather yu be sober anyway, but next time… I’ll have me way wit yu an’ yu’ll like it.”

“Whew…!” I clap my hands to my hot cheeks and double over in bed, body growing hot. What a salacious manner of speaking!But I somehow I like it… a lot!

I want to see him again, if only to see if he’ll make good on his promise but… when my bedside rotary phone rings, I spring up and slide over to the other side of the king-sized bed to snatch up the receiver.

“H-Hello?”Oh God… is it Axil calling me this morning? I never gave him my number… but he did say he knows everything about me…

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