All Chapters of Shady Blue: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Somehow, Vincent had managed to escape the benefit earlier than Blue. As she slammed the front door shut behind herself and kicked her shoes off with an air of frustration no one could ever triumph, she came face to face with a man, yet again, lurking in the shadows. Sitting on the couch, in the dark, head hung, interlocked hands in between his knees and gaze sharp as he finally lifted his eyes to her own, even she couldn't be any more dramatic if she tried. Against all instinct to get a word in first, Blue couldn't help but surrender to a pull which ordered her into silence. For once in her life, she knew that it was best to let the man speak first, no matter how much a snide remark would cushion her pride. "Why were you there?"

Blue waited, bated breath and a racing heart... let it be due to her soul-ripping orgasm, the cold or the sheer suspense of watching Vincent quietly turn from the door and rub at his face solemnly. When she spoke, she found she had the courage to only in whispers as she pulled the skimpy throw blanket tighter around herself, wishing for even a fraction more of the modesty she had been granted. "Who is it?"She watched as he all but punched the light switch by the front door. For someone with such an hone

Blue cursed the fact she didn't have the mind to lather on sunscreen the second she had stepped into the street. Despite the fact that fall was underway, and the nights grew colder, the days were just as unforgiving as the earlier summer months. And although she wasn't showing per se, the steadying gain of weight meant that she was just too big to fit into her old clothes and just too small to size up without looking like a Mormon. Vincent's clothes were always a safe bet—big enough to look deliberately oversized—but she found that, while denim shorts and one of his 

“Lovely, isn’t it? That your parents would go through all this effort for us,” Blue forced a bitter smile to Richard, the man who had the meat of her thigh in his hand in a way he’d be able to squeeze warningly when her tongue got a bit loose. She feared, after one too many witty remarks and cold stares in his direction, that the print of his hand would begin to show. Even then, she was sure that Marian would not mind one bit. She seemed perfectly content watching her only daughter be violated by the man

Blue found it rather hard to engage with anyone at the dinner table, though her input hadn’t been missed. Richard had been chatting happily for a time she didn’t care to note about his cars and the new house he bought on the suburbs. The suggestive nod towards its family appeal was lost on Blue. Just as the comment on his Porsche SUV and all its passenger capacity fell on deaf ears. She was rather distracted by the fact that Richard was sat by her side in the very seat that had been Vincent’s at the fateful brunch. And if not by Richard’s presence alone, by the rampant questions and confusion that had arisen from Vincent’s detective work in a way that translated directly into anger… and hurt.