Taylor“You did what?” My friend screeched from across the small patio table we were sipping coffee around. It was early, but it didn’t matter how early it was in London. The streets were already bustling with people. Some on their way to work, their heads down as they hurried on their way and others like me and Annie who were taking a moment in one of the curb side cafes to catch our breath and enjoy the late summer sunshine. It would all be over too soon anyway, summer always seemed to be over in a blink of an eye whilst winter lasted forever. And I had another reason to enjoy the peace whilst I could. Meeting her eyes over the rim of my coffee cup, I grinned. “I asked my doctor to get me out of jury duty.”She rolled her eyes in answer, her glossy lips twitching at the edges. “That’s not what I was talking about, and you know it, Taylor. I mean we will come back to that but….” Slowly she took a sip of her own mug. A glass one filled with a frothy coffee concoction with too much s
JudgeI watched as Gio. Head of The Family and my not so official boss weaved his way towards me through the bustling tables. He looked younger, more relaxed than I had ever seen him but there was a slight tension between his eyebrows but that was understandable. I’d have been slightly tense as well if our situations had been reversed.Rising slightly from my chair, I thrust out my hand. He shook it quickly, barely touching it before taking his seat opposite me. “You didn’t have to come, Gio.” Him being here was what was putting that line between his dark brows. Not because he thought I would rat him out. Gio knew better than that. He knew that I would never talk. Just like he knew I would do everything in my power to be found innocent of the murder he had committed. No, it wasn’t me who was putting the worry on his face but the fact that this mess I was cleaning up meant he was away from his new bride. His beautiful new and heavily pregnant bride. Gio had loved her from the moment
TaylorWork was my happy place. Sad but true. I liked making people happy. watching brides find their perfect dress and seeing their faces light up was one of my favourite things. It stoked the romantic in me. because those people had found their happily ever after. And it gave me hope that one day I would find mine. Not that it was going to plan so far. Sure, I dated. I'd even had a few disastrous relationships, but nothing had ever come close to what the ladies that paraded through the shop had found.I hadn't found my one.But that didn’t mean I was going to give up looking. For what seemed like the hundredth time since I had found the note on the bedside table, I found myself staring at it. There was no denying that I was slightly obsessed with reading it. but it made my heart swell a little bit every time I did. Even if I never saw my mysterious lover again, I would always have his parting words to look back on. They gave me hope that sweet romantic men were really out there.
JudgeThe moment she sat in her designated seat, I knew she recognised me. she tried to hide it but it was there in the slightly widening of her eyes. They darted over my face, over my suit and then back to my face. Taylor Lawson looked shell shocked. Like she couldn’t believe her eyes. I couldn’t blame her for that. In her position I would have been shocked as well. But what did surprise me was her composure. She recognised me, she was shocked by it but none of that really showed on her face, apart from the slight widening of her eyes and the plump bottom lip disappearing between her teeth so she could chew nervously at it. All in all, it was a very predictable reaction to any young woman who came face to face with a man like me.Taylors eyes skirted away, almost like she had realised that she was staring at me and the chewing on her lip became painful to watch. Not taking my eyes off of her, I pressed my own fingers to my lips. If she didn’t stop doing that to her lip, which was in
TaylorI kept it together until I stumbled down the steps of the courthouse. I don’t know what new evidence was given to the judge that made him halt proceedings and I didn’t care much. I had heard enough though. Horrible, despicable things that turned my stomach. But I couldn’t link what I was hearing with the man who sat just across the room from me or the man I had spent the night with. It wasn’t even that he hadn't been demanding and bossy that night because he had but he hadn't made me feel uncomfortable. Surely if he had been some dangerous killer then I would have felt uneasy at least? I prided myself on my instincts. Had I been totally wrong about him? Had I been intimate with a killer or worse had he singled me out because he knew somehow, I would end up sitting on the jury for his case?Hell, had I been in danger? Was I still? The thought made me feel sick. No, I forced myself to suck in a great lungful of calming air, I fell into a sitting position on the curb, my head in
TaylorKudos was everything it had been plugged to be and more. And as the after-work crew left for home and the serious partiers began to file in, the atmosphere changed. it became less intimate and more … well more. Annie of course was well on her way to being black out drunk but at least she had stopped dancing on the table. The dancing was still happening, but it was more interspaced with stumbling on her heels now. I had danced as well but three drinks in and I was beginning to feel woozy. Not that it was a big drinker anyway, but I could usually handle more than here white wine spritzers. I was putting it down to the stress of the day and everything I had found out. It was the only possible explanation. That plus the fact I’d barely eaten anything all day. Nothing new there but today had been particularly stressful. So, I had sat down and let the others enjoy themselves pretty early on. Not that I wasn’t enjoying myself, because I was. It was just in a different way to Annie
Judge“Is everything ready?” I already knew it was, but I needed to ask. It was either do that or go crazy. Gio was late, something that he never was, and it had me on edge in a way that was unfamiliar. I didn’t like not being in control but when Gio had asked if he could personally deliver the package, I'd quickly agreed. It was a much better plan than my original one of plucking her straight from the streets. Kidnapping one of the jurors in my trial, even if they could never prove it was me, it was foolish and one thing I wasn’t, was foolish.Not until I had seen her anyway.Gio handling that side of things would make things go a lot smoother, unless of course he decided she was a threat. I didn’t think he would. In a few days my name would be cleared. The family had made sure of that. Technically Tayor was no threat to us at all because we already had the situation well in hand. And yet I couldn’t shake the feeling that something, somewhere had gone wrong. “Yes-” The words on th
TaylorSomething warm and slightly calloused brushed against my skin. It felt good, nice in a seriously comforting way. and I needed comforting because I felt all kinds of awful. The shirt I had been wearing was peeled away. My arms were lifted by strong hands so it could be slid down and discarded and I was glad to see it go. “Annie?” I mumbled, God I felt out of sorts. Half drunk and half hungover and it was making thoughts impossible. “Did I pass out?” I wasn’t known to be a big drinker, but it had been years since I had gotten that drunk that I'd passed out. Embarrassment flooded me. Annie was my friend, and I knew she wouldn’t judge but I was mortified. What kind of grown ass woman got so drunk that she had to be undressed by her best friend and put to bed like a child. And I had vomited on myself. I could smell the cloying disgustingness of it on my clothes. “Up you get.” Again the heavy fingers brushed against me, trailing down my sides this time. They helped me to sit u
TaylorSomething warm and slightly calloused brushed against my skin. It felt good, nice in a seriously comforting way. and I needed comforting because I felt all kinds of awful. The shirt I had been wearing was peeled away. My arms were lifted by strong hands so it could be slid down and discarded and I was glad to see it go. “Annie?” I mumbled, God I felt out of sorts. Half drunk and half hungover and it was making thoughts impossible. “Did I pass out?” I wasn’t known to be a big drinker, but it had been years since I had gotten that drunk that I'd passed out. Embarrassment flooded me. Annie was my friend, and I knew she wouldn’t judge but I was mortified. What kind of grown ass woman got so drunk that she had to be undressed by her best friend and put to bed like a child. And I had vomited on myself. I could smell the cloying disgustingness of it on my clothes. “Up you get.” Again the heavy fingers brushed against me, trailing down my sides this time. They helped me to sit u
Judge“Is everything ready?” I already knew it was, but I needed to ask. It was either do that or go crazy. Gio was late, something that he never was, and it had me on edge in a way that was unfamiliar. I didn’t like not being in control but when Gio had asked if he could personally deliver the package, I'd quickly agreed. It was a much better plan than my original one of plucking her straight from the streets. Kidnapping one of the jurors in my trial, even if they could never prove it was me, it was foolish and one thing I wasn’t, was foolish.Not until I had seen her anyway.Gio handling that side of things would make things go a lot smoother, unless of course he decided she was a threat. I didn’t think he would. In a few days my name would be cleared. The family had made sure of that. Technically Tayor was no threat to us at all because we already had the situation well in hand. And yet I couldn’t shake the feeling that something, somewhere had gone wrong. “Yes-” The words on th
TaylorKudos was everything it had been plugged to be and more. And as the after-work crew left for home and the serious partiers began to file in, the atmosphere changed. it became less intimate and more … well more. Annie of course was well on her way to being black out drunk but at least she had stopped dancing on the table. The dancing was still happening, but it was more interspaced with stumbling on her heels now. I had danced as well but three drinks in and I was beginning to feel woozy. Not that it was a big drinker anyway, but I could usually handle more than here white wine spritzers. I was putting it down to the stress of the day and everything I had found out. It was the only possible explanation. That plus the fact I’d barely eaten anything all day. Nothing new there but today had been particularly stressful. So, I had sat down and let the others enjoy themselves pretty early on. Not that I wasn’t enjoying myself, because I was. It was just in a different way to Annie
TaylorI kept it together until I stumbled down the steps of the courthouse. I don’t know what new evidence was given to the judge that made him halt proceedings and I didn’t care much. I had heard enough though. Horrible, despicable things that turned my stomach. But I couldn’t link what I was hearing with the man who sat just across the room from me or the man I had spent the night with. It wasn’t even that he hadn't been demanding and bossy that night because he had but he hadn't made me feel uncomfortable. Surely if he had been some dangerous killer then I would have felt uneasy at least? I prided myself on my instincts. Had I been totally wrong about him? Had I been intimate with a killer or worse had he singled me out because he knew somehow, I would end up sitting on the jury for his case?Hell, had I been in danger? Was I still? The thought made me feel sick. No, I forced myself to suck in a great lungful of calming air, I fell into a sitting position on the curb, my head in
JudgeThe moment she sat in her designated seat, I knew she recognised me. she tried to hide it but it was there in the slightly widening of her eyes. They darted over my face, over my suit and then back to my face. Taylor Lawson looked shell shocked. Like she couldn’t believe her eyes. I couldn’t blame her for that. In her position I would have been shocked as well. But what did surprise me was her composure. She recognised me, she was shocked by it but none of that really showed on her face, apart from the slight widening of her eyes and the plump bottom lip disappearing between her teeth so she could chew nervously at it. All in all, it was a very predictable reaction to any young woman who came face to face with a man like me.Taylors eyes skirted away, almost like she had realised that she was staring at me and the chewing on her lip became painful to watch. Not taking my eyes off of her, I pressed my own fingers to my lips. If she didn’t stop doing that to her lip, which was in
TaylorWork was my happy place. Sad but true. I liked making people happy. watching brides find their perfect dress and seeing their faces light up was one of my favourite things. It stoked the romantic in me. because those people had found their happily ever after. And it gave me hope that one day I would find mine. Not that it was going to plan so far. Sure, I dated. I'd even had a few disastrous relationships, but nothing had ever come close to what the ladies that paraded through the shop had found.I hadn't found my one.But that didn’t mean I was going to give up looking. For what seemed like the hundredth time since I had found the note on the bedside table, I found myself staring at it. There was no denying that I was slightly obsessed with reading it. but it made my heart swell a little bit every time I did. Even if I never saw my mysterious lover again, I would always have his parting words to look back on. They gave me hope that sweet romantic men were really out there.
JudgeI watched as Gio. Head of The Family and my not so official boss weaved his way towards me through the bustling tables. He looked younger, more relaxed than I had ever seen him but there was a slight tension between his eyebrows but that was understandable. I’d have been slightly tense as well if our situations had been reversed.Rising slightly from my chair, I thrust out my hand. He shook it quickly, barely touching it before taking his seat opposite me. “You didn’t have to come, Gio.” Him being here was what was putting that line between his dark brows. Not because he thought I would rat him out. Gio knew better than that. He knew that I would never talk. Just like he knew I would do everything in my power to be found innocent of the murder he had committed. No, it wasn’t me who was putting the worry on his face but the fact that this mess I was cleaning up meant he was away from his new bride. His beautiful new and heavily pregnant bride. Gio had loved her from the moment
Taylor“You did what?” My friend screeched from across the small patio table we were sipping coffee around. It was early, but it didn’t matter how early it was in London. The streets were already bustling with people. Some on their way to work, their heads down as they hurried on their way and others like me and Annie who were taking a moment in one of the curb side cafes to catch our breath and enjoy the late summer sunshine. It would all be over too soon anyway, summer always seemed to be over in a blink of an eye whilst winter lasted forever. And I had another reason to enjoy the peace whilst I could. Meeting her eyes over the rim of my coffee cup, I grinned. “I asked my doctor to get me out of jury duty.”She rolled her eyes in answer, her glossy lips twitching at the edges. “That’s not what I was talking about, and you know it, Taylor. I mean we will come back to that but….” Slowly she took a sip of her own mug. A glass one filled with a frothy coffee concoction with too much s
Judge“Tell me your name.” The blonde in my arms moaned against my lips. I didn’t answer her, she would know my name soon enough but not now and not tonight. Tonight, I didn’t want to talk. I wanted her to give herself to me. She needed to let me use her body the way I had been imagining I would since the moment I had first laid eyes on her. Three weeks of watching her every move, finding out her schedule, her weaknesses. Everything I could about her.I needed all the information I could get on Taylor Lawson, and I always got what I wanted. But I couldn’t deny that I wanted something else as well. The moment I saw her, her blonde hair piled on top of her head and her face alight with a smile as she greeted a customer, I had known that killing her was going to be my very last resort. I wanted her. In my bed, under me. Anyway, I could. And I always got what I wanted.Always.There was more than one way to deal with my upcoming murder trial and the jurors that would in theory decide wh