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.

Freshly showered, clean white tee-shirt, jeans and trainers and looking exactly not as though he spent the last week under horrendous stress, he scans

we have to make up a fruit salad. I'd like to

“Good idea.”

I'll pop across to the hotel. Raid their supplies. Anything besides

greens. Spinach. Watercress.

five. I'll

citrus fruits while she’s breastfeeding. Oh,

Sally I’ve no guinea pigs in the larder and I’d prefer she

rolls eyes at me then pulls up a chair, comparing notes with Richard of the

the table… Butter, marmalade, strawberry

doing, Charlotte? I’m

as well, Master.” She ‘unhooks’ Cara from the breast… “Are you sure this is

need to take them until that chest infection clears, and they’ll do Cara

the table. “There you go, everyone.

eggs onto Charlotte’s plate, then tomatoes and bacon. “We should be

answering smile is broad and bright. “I’d

will you show me how

I’ll just need some glossy magazines, something with

in the hotel,” says Michael. “I’ll see what’s out of date in Reception…” He trails off,

following

with Klempner. Both are freshly showered and very obviously,

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

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

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