All Chapters of Thirty Days: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The buzzing of my phone wakes me and I grab it up quickly, trying not to disturb Taylor, who is still fast asleep. The caller ID shows it is my mother, which is strange as she never rings this early in the morning."Hey, Mum," I say in greeting."Morning, honey. Sorry if I woke you.""No, that's all right. How are you?""All good, sweetheart. Your dad and I had a call from Nonna's solicitor yesterday, and he asked if we can come in as soon as possible to discuss the contents of her will.""Oh, okay. I can ask to get some more time off. I don't think my boss will mind." In fact, I am sure I have plenty of holiday still available, so it shouldn't be an issue with Eddy, though I do need to give him a call to explain why I am not at work."Could you make Friday? It will be at the guy's office in Brighton.""Yeah, that's fine.""Excellent. I'll text you the time once I have it confirmed.""That's cool, Mum." Ther

The afternoon flies by and it is not long before Taylor and I are standing outside my front door as I fumble with my keys. Taking them off me gently, Taylor calmly unlocks the door and swings it open. Once again, I am shocked by the devastation. Added to this is the fingerprinting dust, which seems to cover pretty much every surface.With grim determination, I move forward, pulling out my cleaning supplies and black bags. "Taylor, you don't need to stay," I say to him, knowing that he has hours of work still to do this evening."I am not leaving you alone for a second." Taylor growls the words, and I can see the anger flashing in his eyes. I know it is not directed at me, but it stills scares me a little. Instead of arguing, though, I simply hand him a sack. "Anything broken, chuck in there. The bins are out the back." I set to work scrubbing down the kitchen area, tears coming to my eyes when I take in my broken mixer, an eighteenth-birthday gift from Nonna. Taylor works fast, stopp

I am a few minutes late arriving at the solicitor's office, having missed my train, causing me to feel flustered. I am shown into his office to find my parents waiting for me, looking a bit stern, but Mr Thompson's demeanour immediately puts me at ease. We get the formalities out of the way first, and then Mr Thompson begins."I have known Mrs Albertelli—Clara—a great many years as a friend, but she only instructed me on her behalf six months ago when she was given her diagnosis. She has written you each a letter," he says, holding up three fat envelopes, "which she requests you take away and read on your own when we are finished."Her will was very simple, having already disposed of most of her possessions." We look at each other in surprise as Mr Thompson continues, "To Gina, she leaves her jewellery, the contents of the attic box…" He looks over his glasses at my mother. "She said you would know which one she means." My mother nods in

The daylight filtering through the skylights wakes me, and I scrabble around for my phone on the bedside table in an attempt to see what time it is. A heavy arm traps me and pulls me back as Taylor buries his face in my neck, nibbling on my ear. I can feel Taylor's erection pushing into my back as his fingers trace a lazy pattern along my inner thighs. I push my hips back, grinding into Taylor's crotch, and I hear him chuckle softly. He pulls my leg back across his thigh, giving him access to run his fingers through my wet folds. He dips his fingers inside of me, pulling and stretching me open. I moan quietly, clutching at the sheets with tight fists. I hear the rip of foil, and then he is pushing inside of me, filling me to the hilt. The angle of Taylor's cock rubs persistently, sending sparks through my abdomen. I feel my orgasm building, a slow-burning fire in my belly. The waves of pleasure are drawn out as Taylor continues to rock his hips gently, his dexterous fingers keeping me

I am standing in the beautiful orangery that is the focal point of Taylor’s grandmother’s house, feeling like a complete outsider. Granted, everyone has been perfectly charming, but I can feel the question marks in their eyes burning holes into my back. “Ignore them. They are a complete waste of space.” A charming voice startles me as a slim arm slips through mine. I turn my head to find myself staring into a pair of dark chocolate eyes so similar to Taylor’s that I can only conclude that they belong to his little sister. “Nicola?” I ask, the tremble in my voice evident. Taylor went off to get a drink five minutes ago, and I have been feeling exposed ever since. Just having Nicola by my side instantly relaxes me, and I offer her a grateful smile for rescuing me. “Yup, the baby sister. And you are Abby.” The last bit is not a question, but a statement. “I am so glad to finally meet you. Taylor has told me so much about you.” My curiosity is piqued at the excitement in Nicola’s voice