Surrendered(42)

“Fine.” She spits.

“Good. We’re leaving this evening. You will come back to London with me, make your statement and then you will leave and never come back.”



The flight back is less than pleasant. I can barely stand to be in the same room as Lilly’s mother. It’s hard to look at her, knowing what Lilly has been through, and knowing that this is the one person who was supposed to protect her from that, the only person who could.

Then there’s Hugo, who in protest to my lack of booze decided to stock pile his own stash, and in further protestation is now wasted. Normally I’d deal, but I can’t right now.

By the time the plane lands I’m ready to jump out without a parachute.

There’s a car waiting for me on the runway. “Miles, I want you to take her to the police station with you right now. You make sure she changes the statement. If she fucks you around, then don’t hesitate to do what needs to be done.” I eye her meaningfully. If this bitch fucks me around, then I swear to god, I will not have a single drop of remorse for her.

I need to see Lilly.



I have the driver take me straight to Lilly’s flat. It’s only eight thirty, so I’m hoping she’s in. I ring the buzzer and Molly answers. “Hello.” She says.

“Molly it’s me.”

“Oh hey. Come up.” The door buzzes as the catch releases.



Molly opens the door to the flat. Her hair looks like a birds nest on top of her head, and she has trackies and a hoody on. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen Molly so dressed down.

“Lilly’s in the shower. She just got back from the dance studio.” She explains. “Can I get you a drink?”

“Coffee would be great.” I’ve slept like shit for the past two days, and it’s starting to catch up with me. I need some serious caffeine.

“Sure. You okay?” She asks carefully. Molly is far too perceptive. She’s one of those people who can pick up on things that you haven’t even realised yourself. I think she’s great for Hugo, she keeps him in check and calls him out on some of his more questionable shit. What am I saying? Everything about Hugo is questionable, but well…she deals, and that’s pretty fucking miraculous. She’s even called me out on things a time or two.

“I’m fine.” I respond quickly. She narrows her eyes at me and eventually nods her head. It’s an acceptance. She knows I’m not fine, but she’s letting it go. I can appreciate that.

She places a cup of coffee on the breakfast bar and I take a seat. I feel like I could fall asleep standing up. Flying to Monaco and back within twenty four hours is not advisable.

“How was your business trip?” She asks as she blows on her own cup of coffee. She leant against the kitchen cabinets with her legs crossed at the ankles. Her big blue eyes watch me. Without make up, she has golden blonde eyelashes. Something about it makes her look young and innocent.

“Businessy.” I smile.

She rolls her eyes. “Clearly. I can’t imagine you got much business done with Hugo around.” She arches one eyebrow.

Ah, so Hugo told her. “You have got that man wrapped so tight around your little finger.” I mumble. And he says I’m pussy whipped. He would never normally tell a woman where he’s going. He who cannot be tamed and all that. “I needed his help.”

She snorts. “Nobody needs Hugo’s help. He’s an idiot.”

I laugh, because it’s so true. “Well, yes, but he actually does have a good nose for business when it’s not buried in a shot glass…or some woman’s pussy.” She thinks I mean figuratively, but I mean very very literally. “Plus, we stayed in his apartment. Hotels piss me off.”

“Oh, where did you go?”

“Monaco.”

“He never told me he had an apartment there.” She muses.

“I’m sure you can…persuade him to take you.” I smirk.

She rolls her eyes. “So crass.” She mutters under her breath. I laugh. She acts like such an innocent little prude, but she’s fucking Hugo, and holding his interest. She must be all kinds of nasty in bed to do that. The innocent act does not work with me.

I feel a touch on my shoulder before warm lips touch my neck. Lilly’s scent engulfs me.

“Hey.” She whispers against my ear as her arms wrap around my neck from behind.

“Hey, sugar.”

She moves to stand beside me. I twist the stool around and pull her between my legs. “I missed you.” I tell her. Her red hair is wet and plaited over one shoulder. She has on a tank top and a pair of sleep shorts that reveal her long toned legs.