Choosing Her Lover

Chapter 30

‘A Conspiracy of Ravens’

 

Part Four

A Conspiracy of Ravens

My morning walk with the dogs: there is a figure jogging towards me on the beach, a small dog trotting at his heels. I turn to walk the other way.

“Kirstie!” Ben’s voice carries on the breeze. “Kirstie....”

I ignore him and keep walking.

After a minute or so, there is panting and Ben appears at my side, breathing heavily.

“Kirstie, please….”

Perhaps I should find another place to walk….

“…. We need to talk,” he says.

“I don’t think so. I saw your idea of talking.” I keep moving, stepping up my pace a little, doing everything I can to discourage the conversation.

“Please, Kirstie. Do you want me to apologise? Alright, I apologise. Is that good enough for you?”

I stop, turning to face him. “What exactly are you apologising for?”

His face falls. “I’m apologising for losing my temper as I did. It came as a bit of a shock, everything that you said, that Michael said.”

“And for threatening Charlotte?”

Now he reddens. “I wasn’t threatening her.”

milling around me, jittery and

screaming and shouting at her, Ben. She tried to get away from you, but you shoved her. I saw it. You temper looked

wouldn’t have hit

little further away if you want me

face drops and he backs away. “You don’t really think

dogs are reading you, your body language. They’re not happy. I barely know

there are things about you that I don’t care for.” he snaps. “You screw around, and you admitted to fucking my brother

to be. No-one was coerced and everyone enjoyed themselves. And the same applies to Michael’s arrangements

sand. “You didn’t have

James. He asked Francis to call them. If he thinks you’re a threat to Charlotte, on another occasion I’m not

the sand with a toe, then, “Do you really think I behaved that

apologised to me, but I don’t think it’s me

nods,

*****

waiting for me, sitting in his car,

window and his face lights up as he sees me. “Have you been waiting

all. I was passing, so

have. Coming in for

all

on cue, my panties are

motions of putting water on

standing behind me, his hands resting on my waist, his face close

of my jaw and down to my neck where he has placed his mark on me, his ownership; the velvet

are we?”

angel, “Oh, yes, and so are you. Don’t think

arms, I curve

“I have a few

“Ideas?”

while I draw curtains and light a couple of candles,

makes his

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