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As soon as Ryan was brought to the suite, Maddox had him go into the slave shower and scrub himself well while Maddox got on the intranet, ordering up some things he didn’t want to deal with, like cut up fruit bowls with a fluffed, thick cream to dip them in and cinnamon roll inspired pancakes, which were delivered by the time Ryan got out. “Oh good, you’re just in time for breakfast, darling. There’s some sweat pants on the back of the couch there, you can throw them on for this.”

It felt rare, apart from his last rental, for Maddox to not go straight into sex, but after he had had Ryan shower thoroughly after getting here and feeding the boy, he decided to settle down on his couch, his eyes lingering over him as he finished washing the dishes he’d used, as commanded. “Come over and sit by my feet.” He waved him over, wetting his lips. “I want to hear some of these fictional stories about real people you were telling me about. Who knows, might even give me an idea for real life.” He quirked a brow.

[Septima sniffled and pulled her legs up to her chest. The stone floor was freezing as was the wall she was leaning against but she didn't care. All she could think about was Cato and how he wasn't going to be there when she went home. She still remembered the last thing they talked about over Christmas break. She had asked him if he knew of any flats in London and he had said she'd be moving in with him, laughing when she didn't agree. She knew she shouldn't be out alone, the Head Boy had already caught her once, he had left her off with a warning then but she knew if he caught her again she'd get in trouble.]