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“You are bloody amazing!” he whispered, and I could hear the satisfaction in his voice.

I walked him over to the bed where we crawled back inside, wrapped in each other’s arms, and that’s how we fell asleep.

CHAPTER 28

ASH

MONDAY - PLANS CONFIRMED

Iwoke up with Gracie lying across my chest and smiled at her sleeping form in my arms. I felt more relaxed than I had since Krissa was murdered. Last night was amazing. She was amazing!

I thought back over it.

After I had told Miki and the others everything I’d learned from Sean and Juana, I knew I was beginning to spiral again. Unable to cope, I had been desperate to get to Gracie. I was sure she could make it all better, and she did.

And now she was mine!

I felt like I was bursting with joy. I stroked her soft blond hair, which was splayed across the pillow. She was gorgeous, and I marvelled at how lucky I was to have found this woman. I didn’t know how I deserved such luck, but I wasn’t going to question it.

She moved slightly, and a little moan escaped her lips. My cock jerked at the sound.

Plunging into her wet pussy last night had been utter ecstasy, and my cock was ready to beg for more.

I thoroughly enjoyed our first time together, and I couldn’t wait to explore her body more as our relationship developed. Of course, she was so much more than just a body to me. I thought about how she calmed me and how easy it was for me to open up to her in a way I hadn’t been able to do with anyone else.

I was amazed that she had taken it in her stride.

The fact that she seemed to be able to accept me for who and what I was was an immense relief.

However, talking about everything had started me spiralling again before Gracie took me between her lips, and the warm wetness of her mouth brought me back to the real world once more.

Releasing my cum down her throat was like releasing all the anger, guilt, and frustration that had been raging inside me for the last two years. It had left me with an overwhelming sense of calm, which I still felt even thinking about Krissa and those bastards.

Oh, there was still rage, but it was buried deep inside for now, much more controlled.

I was still longing to get a hold of that asshole Petrov and make him pay, slowly, but the anger I felt towards him wasn’t as all-consuming as it had been.

For once, I could think more clearly about things, and that was down to Gracie and not just her fantastic mouth; I grinned at my wicked thoughts. Just being around her helped me; she grounded me.

I remembered her words last night.

My family had said that what happened to Krissa wasn’t my fault, but I had never believed them. Something Gracie said made me think, though.

She’d said that Krissa would not want me to blame myself. I believed that, but it didn’t stop the guilt.

However, she’d also said that fate had conspired against us that night and very little that happened had been within my control.

It had finally sunk in that she was right. Several things had conspired to create the terrible tragedy that took Krissa from us. It wasn’t all down to me.

Yes, I’d stayed at work to finish my meeting, but it had only run over a few minutes. Traffic was heavy that night, and whether I had left those few minutes earlier or not, I would likely still have been late. If traffic hadn’t been so heavy, I could easily have made those few minutes up, and she might be alive now, but that wasn’t the case.

Krissa’s friends had needed to get a taxi to the train station. They had wanted to wait for her to be picked up first, but she’d insisted they left so they wouldn’t miss their last trains home. Normally, taxis took a while to come, but on this occasion, one had just dropped passengers off at a nearby club and so arrived at the restaurant quickly. If it hadn’t, she might not have been alone when the bastards had passed by, and she might still be alive, but that wasn’t the case.

Krissa could have chosen to remain in the restaurant to wait for me or even go back inside when her friends left, but she hadn’t. If she had, she might have been alive now.

But fate ensured that I was late; her friends left promptly, and she made that fateful decision to remain alone outside.

It was not really my fault, or her friends’ fault, or Krissa’s. It was simply down to fate and those three bastards, of course! And then Siri and anyone else who caused her death. All of whom would pay for their part in it soon.