Chapter Nine

GHOST

I met the Duchess in my first year of university; freshers week, to be exact. We ran into each other at a welcome party at one of the student bars and just immediately hit it off. We were studying entirely different subjects and our timetables always clashed, but that didn’t stop us.

Every spare minute, whether that’s during the day or after lectures finished, we were together. We were inseparable.

I’d always loved her attitude to life. She was always confident and unapologetically herself. She’d stand up for the little guy if needed and she didn’t give two shits about the status quo. If someone wasn’t right, she’d call it out.

She’s smart, she’s funny, she’s hot and has always been great fun to be around.

Six months into our first year, we went on our first official date. Even our choice of first date activity was perfectly us… we went axe throwing, for steak, and then to a bar.

Us being together was a no-brainer because we were just great together, both in and out of the bed