One more payday. One more payday. I chant my mantra as I silently plot his castration all the way back to the office.

CHAPTER 30

Marlowe

Soph, I met Ethan Kingsley today

Sophia:

Oooh

Thoughts?

Athena:

Hang on

By “met” you mean…

Athena:

OMG! Baby’s first threesome I assume? Unless Brendan lent him to you???

Nope. He SHARED me with him

(Can’t believe I wrote that)

Sophia:

Fucking hell

HOTTTTTTTTTTTT

You ok babes?

Athena:

That should have been my line. How are you feeling?

A bit wrung out. In a good way. But my boss is an entitled dickhead

This bloody job

What a head fuck

Sophia:

FACTS

Athena:

What did they do to you?

I really don’t want to spell it out on text. I feel weird

Athena:

They didn’t DP you did they? I’m assuming not unless your No Back Passage rule went out the window the second two hot men got their claws into you

NOOOOOOOO! Jesus

Athena:

You just had a threesome. Not sure you can take the moral high ground with me young lady

True

Sophia:

So what did they do?

I sat on Brendan’s lap and Ethan finger fucked me

Then I went down on Ethan while Brendan took me from behind

Sophia:

NICE

(Dirty bitch )

Athena:

So they spit roasted you. Excellent work

Sophia:

Thanks for being my canary down the coal mine w Kingsley

What’s your verdict??

Might take him for a spin once Thad gives me the boot

On Ethan? He’s really hot. But he’s as cold as ice. Seriously, the guy was scary. I can’t imagine you two together. But definitely hot

Sophia:

Remember babes, when fire meets ice, fire wins out every time

He’ll be nothing but a puddle on the floor when I’ve finished with him

Athena:

Got to love your confidence

Marls - next up: gang bang

He’d better fucking not. He seriously pushed his luck today

Also I told him about “jury duty” and he hit the roof. I think he thinks it’s something only poor people should have to do.

Athena:

What a shocker. He’s such a man-child.

Only a few more weeks, babe. Hang in there. It’ll all be worth it in the end, I promise you xx

CHAPTER 31

Marlowe

My and Tabby’s plans for our US trip are seriously building momentum. I was up late last night and early this morning completing the endless rounds of paperwork that Duke requires before we travel. Next Friday, Tabs and my parents will head to Great Ormond Street for a final round of check-ups to ensure she’s flight-fit and to gauge her current cardio-pulmonary levels for the team over at Duke. I hate more than anything that I’m not going, but my job here is to earn the money that will get us onto that flight and into that operating theatre.