Muriel has had her life sculpted and figured out by her well-renowned defense attorney father since she was a child. His Moto: Head down, do your schoolwork, be the best, and always do the right thing.
But what happens when she catches her father wi...
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After the minor hiccup at the beginning of the week in Italy, the rest of it went fucking fantastic. I finished the last small things I had to do while there and spent every second I could with Muriel. It was almost like no time had gone by between us and we slipped easily back into being best friends. Only now, there were many perks to the relationship. If I could put it mildly, I was as happy as a fucking clam.
I finally got the girl of my dreams, and she finally stopped fighting me. Of course, Murry still wished to keep our affair private, and I am completely fine with that request because I know with me comes a lot more than just a man. And I know accepting that is a lot for someone to take on, especially someone as private as Muriel. But I'd be an idiot if I forced her to go public with me. I finally got her, I won't be doing anything to mess it up.
When we arrived back in London, Murry was adamant that keep up the pretense of still only being friends. Although, I'm sure Mum and Dad are completely aware of the change in our relationship. The only one oblivious to it is Maggie, which is fine because once Maggie knows the world will know.
I know my sister doesn't mean to flap her gob at everything, but she's excitable, like myself in that regard. However, I know Murry would be more inclined to have my balls rather than my sister's if word was to spread. So, we decide to keep everything a secret. Meaning sometimes Murry talks me into returning to my flat alone to save face.
Being away only makes me desire her even more. The second night she basically forced me out of my own parents' house at night and I tried my hand at late-night sexting, but she adorably had no idea what I was doing. Despite dealing with serious withdrawals from being separated by Muriel at night, it gave me time to plan a date. I wanted to take her out properly however, given our situation, my options for a date were limited.
So, I decided to throw together my little DIY date within the privacy of my flat.
"You need to disappear, mate," I say pouring the waffle batter into the waffle iron I had Denise pick me up from the shops earlier this morning.
"Honestly, Murry won't even know I'm here--"
"Absolutely not, your nosey arse will butt in. And I will not have you dropping in." I clamp the waffle iron shut and the smell of the sweet batter cooking fills the large kitchen. I twist around grabbing all the bowls from the cabinet and begin dishing the fresh fruit- also courtesy of Denise, into them.
Stewart groans loudly and fixes his hat to his head and heads to the front door, "You're lucky, man. If you hadn't been whipped for this bird since we were kids I'd tell you to piss off."
"I've no idea what you're talking about." I give him a charming smile and he rolls his eyes, fully aware of the fact that I've managed to get out of the friend zone after what feels like an eternity. Stewart's not a total idiot, but he has seen the smug grin that's been on my face since I've returned from Italy, and he knows Murry and I have been together basically twenty-four-seven minus a few times at night. It's obvious I've been more than satisfied.
