Free UNHOLY - A Bad Boy Romance by Gabi Moore

With anyone.

Chapter Fifteen
     
    My name is Melanie, and I’m a pretty good girl.
    I have just one secret.
    Judging from what a crazy mess the world is, and how awful most people are, I would rate I’m not doing too badly if I only have one.
    My secret is that I have fallen in love, and I don’t know what to do, or how to do it.
    “You don’t have to make a decision yet,” he was saying, his warm hand resting on my lower belly. He wanted me to move in with him, pack up everything and come run away and join him in his new life and his new job. Now was the perfect time, he said, and every time we met up again he had some new detail to add: I could help him decorate. They had this amazing park there I’d love. We could bring Buttons. It would be great.
    “But just think about it?”
    I hemmed and hawed, and played at thinking about it, but honestly my mind was already well made up. He sat up quickly and gave me a more serious look.
    “Mel, I’m going to show you something now, and it’s a secret, and you’d better promise not to tease me about it.”
    I looked at him with new interest.
    “A secret? I’m sure I know all your naughty secrets…” I said with a cheeky smile.
    “No, I’m serious though. Promise you won’t judge me?”
    “Well just how bad is it?”
    “It’s …it’s kind of bad …just promise you won’t be mean if I show you?”
    I was curious now. I sat up as well. What dirty secrets didn’t I know about? Didn’t we know everything about each other by this point? Was he more of a “bad boy” than I had thought?
    “Yes ok, show me.”
    He pulled out his iPad and started to swipe. Glossy images whizzed by on the screen. I peered over, intrigued. He took a deep breath and then turned the screen around to face me. A Pinterest board. With dozens of colorful pins of home décor. Pages and pages and pages of tasteful shabby chic quilts, Scandinavian style furniture, light fittings, Japanese crockery.
    “What’s …what’s this?” I asked.
    “It’s my Pinterest account. This is my ‘Home’ board. Come and live with me. Come and live with me and we’ll make a house that looks like just this.”
    I burst out laughing.
    “That’s very, very bad of you!” I giggled, swiping through the pages, barely believing my eyes.
    “Well, will you come?” he said again, boyish puppy eyes staring at me.
    It was naughty, I know, but something made me rest my hand over his, and trace his fingers downwards, where I was still slick.
    “Sure, but you’ll have to convince me first,” I said and, you know, we both still knew how to play that game.
     
    - THE END -
     
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All The Knickers I’ve lost Over The Years
    - The Memorable Ones
    By Gabi Moore
     
    Exhibit A: Blue and White Cotton
     
    On the day I lost my virginity, I also lost my first pair of knickers.
    A tired baby blue and white number I had had since High School, it wasn’t exactly a vision of sexiness, but I mourned it all the same. It had an obnoxious Snoopy print on the crotch from the days I thought that kind of thing was cute. But I was sadder to see it go, somehow, than I was to be rid of my virginity. My friends spoke about theirs as though virginity was a tangible thing, a precious, squidgy, lace-and-cotton thing that they were holding onto and waiting for that special day to fling it at a guy on a stage, or wrap up in white lace and deliver to some man wearing an obedient smile and a rented tux.
    But me? I just wanted to be done with it already. I wanted to be fucked. I sat in my first year law lectures and zoned out, practicing the words in my mind, trying them on for size. Fuck me I said in my imagination, to an imaginary boyfriend who conveniently had no opinions. I want you to fuck me I would say, which seemed so scandalous on its own that I seldom bothered to flesh out the rest of the fantasy. My idea of sex