Hot Revenge Box Set 2

James

Breakfast time.

Charlotte is up and about, refusing to stay in bed. And, while she is still tired, I see no reason to insist on bedrest. Right now, she will do far better for being back at home and enjoying ‘family life’.

Nonetheless, I’ve encouraged her to wear a woolly housecoat over the nightie, slippers and bed socks. Hopefully, that will prevent her trying to go outdoors. The fog outside hasn’t cleared yet and I don’t want the damp settling on her chest.

She's too pale. At least, she's always pale, but that's her natural colouring. Right now, there's still that pallid edge to her complexion that I don't care for.

Almost a week of being chained in her own shit.

Living on crap junk food.

Scared half mindless…

Blood loss from the birth...

Hmmm...

Charlotte sits with Cara on her lap, providing her breakfast and Beth sits close by making cooing noises.

She’ll enjoy a good breakfast…

And with that in mind, I’m at the hob with bacon, fried and scrambled eggs, tomatoes, mushrooms, black pudding and fried bread.

I rummage through the fridge, seeking inspiration. It's barely stocked. We've spent the last few days living on food from the freezer.

clean white tee-shirt, jeans and trainers and looking exactly not as though he spent the last

up a fruit salad. I'd

“Good idea.”

Hubbard’s cupboard in there. I'll pop across to the

greens. Spinach. Watercress.

five. I'll be right

she shouldn't have citrus fruits while she’s breastfeeding. Oh, and this…” He brandishes a jar. “Some kind of chutney. Apparently,

no guinea pigs in the larder and I’d prefer she uses mutton

eyes at me then pulls up a chair, comparing notes with

I eye the table… Butter, marmalade,

Charlotte?

from the breast… “Are

careful to check they’re giving you something suitable. You need to take them until that chest infection clears, and they’ll do Cara

the cooked food on the

tomatoes and bacon. “We should be finishing decorating the tree

broad and

nail on the table. “Charlotte, will you show me how you

just need some glossy magazines,

hotel,” says Michael. “I’ll see what’s out of date

turn, following his

stands there, hand-in-hand with Klempner. Both are freshly showered and very obviously,

from one foot to the other. Mitch sucks at her lips.

a moment, there is silence, then I stand. “Of course you may. Charlotte, where are your manners? Budge

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