Page 35 of Dear Glory

“Penny for your thoughts?” I ask when I glance up to see him watching me rather than the beautiful skies. “What are you thinking about?”

“Yu… it’s always yu, Glory.” He places tiny kisses on each of my fingers. “I canna live without yu,” he voices, accent coming out thick.

“Who said you had to?” I lie, knowing full well he will at some point.

“No one,” he pauses and places my hand on his cheek. “I dinna go through hell only tu find heaven an’ fall so foolishly because o’ me actions. I want yu by me side always,” he whispers, closing his eyes. Again, I just can’t believe someone can be so strikingly drop dead gorgeous.

After we continued our walk around the pier, I was so tired that by the time the car rolled around and we got inside, I was unable to keep my eyes open.

“Are you tired, Glory?” he pats my back, rocking me.

“Yes, so tired but that’s to be expected… you have been dragging me all over France,” I giggle and cuddle up to him.

“I’m sorry. I just wanted to show you a good time outside of the house and the bedroom… I guess I got carried away,” he chuckles, kissing my head.

“Not at all. I had a wonderful time, but…” I peek up at him. “Tomorrow, can you… I don’t know… can we maybe just sleep in and then later visit Bunny and Wolf?” I ask and his brow raises.

“Resting in is not a problem, but Edouard and Astrid? I thought you weren’t fond of them?”

“What? No… that’s not the case at all it’s just… I just find them… odd and interesting, but in an exciting way. I-in any case, I just want to go back to normal. I don’t need the full itineraries and gifts anymore. I just want you,” I tell him as I snuggle in his arms.

“I understand, Glorious. We will worry about that tomorrow. For now, you can rest some more since you’re tired.” He peppers my face with kisses again.

“Yes, Sir,” I yawn as I feel him step out of the car.

Chapter 11

Fall From Glory

GLORY

“You’re making me hiiiiiiggghhhhhh!” I sing to Toni Braxton’s “You’re Makin’ Me High,” bobbing my head, pursing my lips. “Baby, baby, baby,” I sway my hips in the chair, writing on a postcard, feeling on top of the world.

How can one feel this good just from getting a man in their life? My mom must be some kind of super genius because her words surely rung true!

Have I ever felt so cared for?No, I don’t think so.Most men I dated were in the military like my father. They were all pretty decent guys, but the act was all a front. They were just putting on a show to get brownie points from my dad. It’s not that they didn’t like me.I think I’m a pretty good catch if I do say so myself…

I have it all between brains, money, and beauty. However, the one thing I do not have is the ability to give a man biological children, and for most men like Linus, that was a deal breaker and I respect that, but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t hurt each time a man expressed their displeasure at my lack of fertility. It always showed how much I dodged a bullet because they didn’tgive a damn about how I felt. They only spoke about how they would feel not having children.

I have always desired a man who would love me for me and make me feel like I’m enough to fill his entire world, even if we couldn’t have children. I was never opposed to adopting or caring for another man’s kids if he had some from a previous marriage or relationship… I just never wanted to feel less than for my inadequacies… I never thought I would find that, but I might have in Sir.

I haven’t told him about it yet… but he says he knows everything about, so could he possibly know that too? If so, is he only saying it’s okay because he has two kids from a previous marriage or does he really think I alone am enough for him?

I can’t answer those questions, but what I can say is I know that the man owns my heart and there’s no way I can take it back. Heck, I don’twantto take it back. I want him like Toni wanted whatever man she was singing about.If not more.

In addition, I noticed that Sir did exactly what he said he was going to do…break me and mold me to his liking.

I set the pen down, turning to look out the window of my studio, taking in the views.This feels like peace… this feels like home.I never want to leave and based on the way Sir is acting, I’m sure he feels the same. He’s so different from the other men I’ve dated and I want more of whatever this is.

Standing, I clip my Walkman onto my jeans and make sure my headphones are secure before making my way through the house to our room. I can’t help but blush at that.Our room. I’ve never lived with a man like this… my dad would never allow it, even with Linus. The most we could do was keep clothes and toiletries at each other’s places for the sake of convenience, so this feels so new. Especially since I’ve freely give in and we’ve started incorporating more of this BDSM thing.

It was rather fun telling him my do’s, don’t’s and things I’m slowly willing to explore with a bit more education on the subject matter.L…like at night…Sir and I have been sleeping together and sometimes at night, he’ll gently lift my leg up and slide into me when he thinks I’m asleep. It feels so good to know he wants me as desperately as I want him.

Actually, I’ve noticed that the smallest things I do get him going, whether people are around or not. I don’t know if Fabian and Lawrence count since they’re always around, but the few times they weren’t, it’s not like he paused or hesitated to show me just how much he desired me.

But I worry that I’m getting desensitized to what’s normal and what’s not… being with him is like discovering a new part of myself I didn’t know existed. I must admit as beautiful as it is, it’s also scary.

I place the postcard and gift for my mom on the table where the mail is so they can take it to the post office and head back to my studio and sew, but I pass by a room and backtrack when I see him pacing and holding…whoa… is that a cellular phone?

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