#Chapter17

Cien-

It was pointless. Fighting Julien had been pointless, we’d ended up in a little brawl that left the both of us with a couple of broken bones but we had healed before long and as Julien went downstairs to the underground fetish party to enjoy himself like he didn’t just tell Iris more than he should’ve, I was left sitting by the pool, my shirt torn and blood stains without the wounds.

“Are you ok-“

“Don’t.”

I interrupted her before she could say more. I didn’t need her to concern herself with me. I’m sure she didn’t really care anyways but I did wonder what was going through...