The Man Upstairs Read Online Jade West

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic, Forbidden, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 150
Estimated words: 143633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 718(@200wpm)___ 575(@250wpm)___ 479(@300wpm)
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“It’s him, isn’t it?” Mum said. “Jenny is the man upstairs? Julian?”

I wasn’t going to deny it, despite the pain in her eyes.

“Yeah, Jenny is Julian. She’s been Julian from the start.”

“I can’t believe this,” she said, and the tears started up again.

I had the urge to say I was sorry, but I wasn’t sorry. Julian was the best thing that had ever happened to me. I didn’t rush over to help her through her tears.

I kept quiet as she tried to calm her breaths. I waited until she was ready to speak again.

“You’ve been fucking Julian? For weeks?” she said, more tears threatening. “And you didn’t even think of telling me? Why the hell not? Why would you do this? Why would you be with him?! It’s fucking sick, Rosie. SICK!”

I clasped my hands together, stayed steady.

“I didn’t want to tell anyone about any of it. It’s between me and him, not the whole of Worcester. I’m sure it’s been shouted from the rooftops by now, though. Thanks to Trisha.”

“Trisha cares!” Mum shouted. “She cares about you! That’s why she’s so bothered! That’s the fucking reason she went to the Brewery Tavern and asked the questions about him in the first place! Because she fucking CARES!”

Shit. That made things more complicated. I knew Julian had confessed a load of trash in there when he was wasted and alone. I should have known Trisha would head down there and milk it dry.

“TRISHA CARES!” Mum yelled again. “That’s why they told her! They told her everything. EVERYTHING!”

I could imagine her there, bitching at the bar, digging for yet more gossip and ammo. I hated the thought of her smug face. I couldn’t help but sneer.

“Yeah, sure Trisha gives a shit. Right. Yeah, whatever.”

“SHE DOES!”

I took a deep breath and shook my head. This time I was going to hold my ground.

“If Trisha really cared and had been there for me, US, when we needed her, I wouldn’t have knocked on Julian’s door in the first place.”

Mum looked like she’d been slapped. Like I’d insulted her, not her best friend.

“Oh right, so this is Trisha’s fault now, is it? It’s Trisha’s fault you opened your legs for a pervert, despite my fucking warnings. That makes you as sick as him!”

I managed to laugh at that. “Julian isn’t sick, or a pervert. The people in the pub can say what they like, and Trisha can twist it all she wants, but he isn’t a sicko, Mum. It’s just stupid.”

I shrugged at just how dumb this saga was turning out, because it was stupid. It was like being in a playground.

“You think this is funny, do you?” Mum said. “You’re telling me, that you, my fucking daughter, is fucking a dirty old pervert, and you think it’s fucking funny? Do I look like I’m finding it funny? Don’t be a stupid cow, Rosie. Don’t fucking laugh at me.”

Here it was again. Mum making this about her, and her pain, and her disappointment, and how shit she felt inside. Normally it would be fine. She has a shitty past, and shitty people around her, and is always hurting, and I would always, ALWAYS try to help her. But not tonight. Not in this. I wasn’t going to back down.

“Actually, I do think it’s funny,” I told her. “It’s so stupid it is funny. You don’t know him. I’ve found out he’s the opposite of a sicko, thanks. He’s not a dirty old pervert, and I know it, first hand.”

She didn’t give my words even the slightest bit of respect.

“You think you know it all, as fucking usual. And that’s because you’re just a fucking kid and don’t know any better. He’s taking advantage of you! He’s been grooming you to be a little plaything, and you’re not the first. He’s been doing it to LOADS of girls! LOADS! That’s why he came here in the first fucking place! He’s on the run. A dirty fucking criminal.”

I had to pull a face. “A criminal? On the run from who?”

“The police!”

I had to shake my head again at the fucking stupidity.

“You think Julian is on the run from the police? Seriously? Are you for real?”

Jesus, the people at the pub really were gossiping. Every time stuff got whispered ear to ear by drunk, stupid mouths the claims got more ridiculous.

Mum was looking at me like I was a total fucking idiot.

“You’re a kid! You’re just too young to see! I should call the police myself to get him arrested. I might, you know. I might!”

That was too much for me. I was just a kid now, was I? Shame I wasn’t just a kid when I should have been one. I wasn’t just a kid when it was me picking up the pieces of drama, hurt, betrayal and unpaid bills. And she wanted to call the police now? Really? Due to rumours about a guy she didn’t even know rather than the guy who actually beat the shit out of people? Who beat the shit out of her?



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