Take Me Once, I'll Bleed You Twice novel Chapter 39

Take Me Once, I’ll Bleed You Twice

Chapter 39

BEATRICE

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“Beatrice Elaine Conrad, what the hell are you doing, breaking into my house?”

“It’s not breaking in when you use a key,” she corrected the woman on the other end of the line. “And I need a place to stay for the day. We’ll be gone by nightfall. I promise. Besides, it’s not like you’re even home.”

Her mom let out a loud sigh. “Fine. I guess I can live with that. But I swear to God, the next time you want bring your booty call home. bring him to your place, not mine.”

Beatrice cast a glance at Riaghaire and rolled her eyes, hoping he understood that her mom was being crazy. “Not what’s happening hen but okay, sure. How did you even know we were here, anyway?”

“I installed one of those door camera things.”

Oh for the love of… how had her mother even heard about those? Not that it changed anything. Actually, it was probably better this way. If the neighbours called the cops because they saw strangers entering her mom’s house, she could say she had the homeowner’s permission to be there. “Anything else?” She asked her mom after a short pause.

“Don’t leave a mess.”

“You literally hire someone to clean the place.”

“So what?”

Beatrice exhaled slowly, hands gripping the edge of the counter. “Okay. You won’t even know we were here.”

A snort came through. “Yeah, right,” her mom laughed before she hung up.

Shaking her head, Beatrice hit the speaker button a second time. “Alright… where was I…? Right. Getting you cleaned up.” She looked around the kitchen before grabbing a chair from the table and placing it in the middle of the floor. “Sit.”

Riaghaire watched as she started opening drawers until she pulled out a pair of scissors

“Is there something wrong with the chair?” She asked after turning around to see him still standing there.

“No…” he trailed off, shaking his head a little. “I am… confused”

“Your hair is as long as you are tall, Riaghaire. Are you telling me you want to keep it that way?”

“Well… no.”

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18:53 Tue, Jun 16

Chapter 39

“Then sit down and let me at least cut out all the knots, alright? It’ll make you feel a thousand times better.”

“…alright…” He walked over to the chair and tentatively sat down, as if scared it would break under his weight he couldn’t weight more than a hundred and twenty pounds soaking wet in his current state.

which was ridicus.

“Do you have a style preference?” Beatrice inquired as she moved to stand behind him to get a better look at his long locks from hell.

“No.”

“So… does that mean I can do what I want with it?”

His shoulders rose a little in a shrug. “I have no issue with that.”

“Perfect,” she practically purred as she snipped out the largest of the mattes and let it fall to the floor. “So satisfying…” she murmured with a smile as she removed a second, then a third.

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