Page 21 of Swan

I’d been in love with Swan from the first time I saw her. It was a special moment when she finally overcame her shyness and offered me a friendship that gave me a sense of connection and belonging unlike anything I had ever experienced before.

She was my other half.

My soul.

And when I’d been cut off from her for those years, they’d been some of my darkest days.

I’d lost myself for a while. To parties. To alcohol. And even drugs.

My agent had supplied them. My mother didn’t stop him. And my father was fighting his own battle. The one he’d kept hidden until he couldn’t any longer.

It wasn’t until he’d been hospitalised that I got my act together.

Mum had still wanted me to write songs, record, make appearances, and attend concerts.

I couldn’t.

That was the first time I’d refused her and saw what a cold-hearted monster she really was.

Even to this day, I never understood what Dad saw in her. But he had a softer heart than me.

Things had to change.

I wouldn’t be her puppet anymore.

Swan was going to stay in my life, and I wanted our days to be harmonious.

If needed, I would give up the world for her. The travel, the fans, everything, if it meant I could keep Swan at my side.

But I knew my best friend. Even with the missing years between us, I knew how sweet and warm my Swanny was and how she wouldn’t want me to give up what I loved.

Which was why we’d have to work something out.

She had to stay in my life.

Not as a friend either. As more.

I needed Swan as mine.

I craved to kiss her, hug her, lie with her.

My cock throbbed. I gave it a squeeze as I stood, wondering if my princess would be awake.

However, first I had to get through the chat with her father.

After dressing, I made my way downstairs. I didn’t dare even look towards Swan’s room in case Griz somehow knew I’d thought about going in there.

After I reached the bottom step, I heard a voice coming from the kitchen.

When I entered, I paused and shit myself.

Not literally, but it was close.

In the room, Griz sat at the kitchen table as if waiting for me while he spoke on the phone. “Later,” he clipped before he ended the call and placed it on the wooden top.

“Sir,” I said.

He grunted and pushed the chair near him out with his foot.

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