#Bedroom Furniture & Sets UK

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What Type of Bedroom Furniture Should One Have?

The bedroom furniture sets UK has a plethora of furniture items for a bedroom. A nightstand is a sturdy stand with a lamp, an alarm clock and a vase. The average height of a nightstand is usually at par with the top of the mattress. They are made of a high-end variety of wood, such as pine, oak or mahogany.

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Bedroom furniture includes beds, dressers, nightstands, armoires, headboards, and vanity tables. It also may include benches, desks, chairs, and mirrors. Some bedroom furniture sets come with matching pieces to create a complete look.

The first thing you will need to do is to decide what type of bed you want. There are a variety of different beds available, such as traditional beds, platform beds, storage beds, and loft beds. Each type of bed has its own unique features and benefits, so it's important to consider what type of bed is best suited to your lifestyle and needs.

 Once you have decided on a type of bed, consider the size of the bed, the materials it is made from, the type of mattress you would like, and other features such as built-in storage and headboards. Once you have decided on a bed, you will need to measure your room and purchase the appropriate mattress and bed frame.  If you are purchasing a storage bed, you must also decide what type of storage options you would like, such as drawers, shelves, and baskets. Finally, consider any special features that you may want, such as a trundle bed or a canopy bed.

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Here's an extremely unique home for sale in Devon, UK. Built in 2017, it has 5bd and is priced at €1.950M / $2.122M.

According to the listing, this house is under offer, so somebody must like it.

I'm not too crazy about the exterior design, but the interior doesn't look like anything out of the ordinary.

It has an open concept living space with a sitting area, dining area, and kitchen. The shape of the ceiling conforms to the exterior of the house. It's nice and bright inside.

Each area has its own doors to go outside.

The curved cabinetry gives the kitchen a retro feel, and the color and design of heavy 1950s metal office furniture. Also, the counters look like laminate.

Instead of halls, it has very open passages to the bedrooms with lots of natural light from windows.

This is nice, it looks kind of park-like.

I think that this is the main bd. It's a narrow space with the bed meant to face the window and there's space for a home office with a door to the terrace.

One of the other bedrooms is similarly narrow and also has a door to the terrace.

The terrace goes around the house and is just wide enough for lawn chairs.

Looking at the home from above, gives the shape of a modern sculpture.

The house comes with a lot of land- 7.6 acres.

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Straight To My Head

I want to be where you are

Summary: All Nesta wants is to live outside of London in peace. She would like nothing more than days filled with books and quiet- a dream made impossible by the Scotsman determined to relive past battle glories on her front lawn

Big thanks to @dustjacketmusings who gave me the idea of LARP-ing Cassian, and @the-lonelybarricade for being my UK consultant once again.

Part 1/2: I Want To Be Where You Are | Read AO3

Six months before:

“Your Uncle Rupert has died.”

Nesta didn’t bother looking up from her book, despite how terribly rude it was to read at the dinner table. Beside her, Feyre was scrolling through her phone, a frown pinching her face. It left only Elain to set her spoon neatly against a folded napkin and ask, “Uncle Rupert?”

“He was your mothers uncle,” their father replied, drawing both Nesta and Feyre’s attention toward him. He looked absurd in his polo get up, an aging man trying desperately hard to fit in. He reminded her of the girls from school and their lack of personality outside of whatever the latest trend was. It was all terribly boring. 

And so was he. 

“Oh. How terribly tragic,” Elain, ever dutiful, waited to see if there was anything else expected of her. Nesta knew Elain well, and though she was far too polite to ever show it, she cared just as little as Feyre and Nesta did. 

“He’s left you girls an inheritance,” their father continued, drawing a soft sigh of annoyance from Feyre. 

“Oh?” Elain questioned, examining her immaculate nails that held the garishly ugly diamond Graysen had given her. Nesta was biding her time, certain her younger sister would realize was a dull, preening asshole he was and call it off…but just in case, Nesta also intended to throw Elain an intervention under the guise of a bachelorette party. 

She had time. At least a year.

Maybe more, depending on what this inheritance was.

“Castles. Three castles—one for each of you.”

“Why would he do that?” Feyre asked bluntly, echoing both Nesta and Elain’s thoughts. Their father only shrugged.

“Perhaps he was hoping to elevate the three of you.”

Nesta scoffed. Of course their father would think so. All he cared about was more. More money, more power—more than they could ever need, could ever use. Nesta wanted no part of it. 

“Where are these castles, exactly?” Nesta asked, finally setting her book down to look him dead in the face. 

“I think I’ll turn mine into a bed and breakfast,” Elain murmured, eyes shining as she mentally began planning.

“You don’t even know where it is,” Feyre interrupted. “What if it's crumbling? What if it’s in the middle of nowhere or what if it’s filled with ghosts. What if—”

“Feyre,” Elain interrupted, eyes wide. “It’ll be fine. I’m sure we weren’t given the crumbling wreckage of some haunted estate.”

Now:

Famous last words. 

Nesta often thought of Elain’s certainty. While Feyre and Elain began remodeling, Nesta hadn’t needed to. Of the three, hers was in the best condition, though it needed a heating source outside of fireplaces, and she’d used the money their uncle had also left for renovations to revamp the electric.

After that, Nesta had wasted all of the rest of that obscene allowance on furniture and art, furnishings for the bedrooms, the bathrooms, the kitchen—and the library. Nesta had poured so much time and attention into her library that some nights she fell asleep in the oversized white chair just beside the window. 

She’d never imagined herself anywhere but London.

Now she was certain she’d never go back. She’d fallen in love with the solitude, with the Scottish Highlands and the town that existed at the base of the hillside her castle had been built upon. It was as old as the stones themselves, and the people were far nicer than anyone in London on their best day. 

Nesta would often walk down the steep pathway where she’d have lunch in the little tavern and buy a book at the shop, which was well-stocked with romance, before making her way to the loch where she’d fall asleep on a blanket, reading the new book she’d purchased. 

It was exactly like one of her stories.

Save for him, of course.

All books needed a romantic hero. A man who was both handsome and interesting. Cassian MacDougall was certainly the first—at least six foot five and built like a warrior of old, with dark brown hair that hung against broad shoulders, and hazel eyes that were more brown than green. 

Not that Nesta was paying that much attention. Not of the closely trimmed beard against the sharp cut of his jaw. Certainly not of his tattooed arms and chest, which were often bare, his golden brown skin gleaming with sweat given he so often forewent a shirt. He did wear a kilt—a red and blue plaid that offered a rather nice view of his muscled knees.

The problem with Cassian was his personality. Before she’d moved in, Cassian had taken to staging loud battles on her front lawn—it was, apparently, the sight of a very famous Scottish victory in some long forgotten battle against the English. 

Nesta had merely asked him to stop doing it so close to her window. She wasn’t even unreasonable the first time. 

Could you move further down the hill? She’d asked him, intimidated by his largeness, by how obscenely handsome he was.

He’d shot her a grin, and then turned to his friends. “Did ye hear that, lads?! The Englishwoman wants us to clear out!”Everyone had laughed, and Nesta had been humiliated. 

Now it was a battle of the wills between them. The nearby town of Killin was swarmed with tourists during the Spring and Summer months, and Cassian made some of his money by taking tourists on a trip through Scottish history—or so Emerie, the woman who owned the local grocery store, had told Nesta. Spring had officially arrived just that morning, and Nesta was wholly unprepared for the sounds of violence wafting through the open windows. 

She was going to kill him. It wasn’t even eight in the morning. Rising from her chair in the empty dining room table, Nesta marched through the quiet halls of her castle. Had her uncle known about this when he’d given her this cursed place? Had she angered him once when she’d been a child?

Nesta didn’t know how to reconcile her love of her home with her hatred of Cassian. He was just as willful, just as stubborn, and perhaps worst of all, determined to push her out. 

She’d embarrass him right back. She swore she would. If he’d taken money from people and led them up here, she’d ruin his reputation on Yelp, too. She’d read them—just to know how best to ruin him—and everyone liked Cassian. 

Everyone but her.

He was there, in his kilt and a sword and, mercifully, a breezy white shirt. He’d brought all his friends with him, some dressed in the stuffy red and white uniforms that had once belonged to the English. They had bayonets attached to guns, none of it sharp enough to wound, and somehow, someone had managed to roll a replica cannon onto the immaculate grass. 

She froze, heart hammering at the sheer scale of what was happening—it was fake, and yet her brain and body reacted as though it were real. Not far from her, an Englishman fell to the ground with a groan, clutching at this chest before going utterly silent. 

Nesta couldn’t take her eyes off him. Memories of her mothers death flooded through her, as vivid as the battle raging around her. No one else had been in the room when her mother took those last, rattling breaths but Nesta, who had been only eleven. Nesta had spent those six months caring for their mother while she fell victim to aggressive, incurable cancer. Back then, she hadn’t understood that it would take far more than her love and devotion to save her mother. 

Elain and Feyre had been too young to take on that burden, and their father too buried and work and grief. It left only Nesta to witness death, to be there in the final last moments. 

She’d refused to speak about it, and rarely allowed herself to even think about death. Something had solidified that day, had become hard and Nesta’s will was unbreakable.

And right then, in the early morning sun, she felt it fracture. Just a little, just enough to empty out her mind. Nesta forgot why she’d gone out in the first place, or what she was doing until warm, strong hands lifted her up in the air and began moving her.

A breath of fear wooshed out of her, palms slapping against a muscular back. Cassian—his shirt plastered to his sweat soaked skin—was carrying her across the grounds as he announced, “And we’d take any English lass for our own!” 

Revulsion flooded through her. 

“Put me down!” she ordered, afraid he was going to accidentally flash a crowd of tourists with her underwear. 

Cassian did as he was told, grinning ear to ear. “Everyone applaud for Lady Nesta. She’s a good sport, playing the part of stuffy English broad.”

Tourists in fanny packs, Hawaiian shirts, and thick socks to their knees, offered her a round of polite clapping. She’d come here to humiliate him, and as he so often did, it was Cassian who’d gained the upper hand. Nesta tried to turn, to leave him there, but his hand shot around her waist, holding her firmly against him. 

He rattled off battle facts for a solid ten minutes, fingers digging against the fabric of her blue maxi dress. It was only when he finished, and one of his friends began herding people toward the path that Cassian turned to face her.

Nesta’s heart raced. “What do ye think ye’re doing?” he demanded, dropping his hand as though she disgusted him. 

“Me?” she replied, adopting an imperiously cold tone in order to mask her own fear. “This is my home, Cassian.”

He scoffed. “For how long, Nes?”

She hated when he called her that. Hated the familiar, intimate nickname of the fact he’d given her one at all. No one had ever dared. 

“Excuse me?” she demanded.

He flinched as if she’d slapped him. “How long,” he repeated, enunciating his words with that faux British accent she hated. He was forever mocking her. “How long before you pack up and move out? Another couple months?”

“I’ll be here forever,” Nesta hissed, hoping he believed her. “I’ll be chasing your children off this lawn one day.”

Cassian’s laugh was humorless. “Oh, I believe ye will. I hope ye’re ready for that. I intend tae be prolific.”

“You’d have to find a willing woman, first,” she replied, holding his stare. “And from what I’ve seen, they don’t find you charming. I wonder why that is?”

“So concerned about my bedroom habits, are ye?”

She’d kill him. “What’s to be concerned about? A man in love with his hand is terribly common.”

Cassian took a step toward her, staring down his nose. He was terribly handsome, a brutal prince with that scar slashed over his thick eyebrow and those eyes that she swore saw right through her.

“If ye want to know what I’m like in bed, ye only have to ask.”

“I don’t fuck animals,” Nesta snapped, praying he couldn’t tell how quickly her heart was beating. She turned, not daring to continue this conversation. It was far too dangerous. 

Nesta made it all of two steps before his fingers curled around her wrist, turning her so roughly she stumbled into his chest. Nesta inhaled without thinking, drinking the scent of snow capped wind and cedar and the way the sun smelled against the salt of his skin.

She reached with her free hand and slapped him as hard as she could, right against his jaw. 

“Don’t ever touch me again,” she ordered. Cassian’s eyes widened, dropping her as he reached for the blooming mark of red against his skin. 

Nesta marched off, though it hardly felt like victory. She was certain she’d lost far more than just her side of that argument. Cassian’s booming laughter chased her back in doors, where Nesta remained even after he returned that afternoon. 

She couldn’t face him.

And she certainly couldn’t face herself—or her memories.

-*-

“I heard a rumor about ye,” Emerie called as Nesta browsed the shelves of her shop. 

“Oh?” Nesta replied, putting a bag of pasta in her little shopping basket.

“I heard Cassian made ye part of his reenactment last week.”

A groan slipped from Nesta before she could stifle it. “Bragging, is he?”

Emerie’s laugh was a pretty sound. “Of course. He’s tae stupid to realize the reason ye bother him so much is because he has a crush on ye. Like a schoolboy tugging on yer braids.”

“Gross,” Nesta responded. Though, Emerie had grown up with Cassian. Surely she could shed light on why he was so…so…Cassian? “Why is he single?”

Emerie’s brown eyes danced with delight. “Thinking about him, tae?”

“Nope. Just curious, that’s all.”

“Of course. Who wouldn’t be curious? Maybe ye should ask him. I’m sure he’d tell ye all about it…maybe over candlelight and—”

“Okay, that’s quite enough,” Nesta grumbled to more laughter. She collected the rest of her groceries while Emerie filled her in on gossip that didn’t center around Cassian, before bidding her a good day. Nesta had never had true friends, and wasn’t sure if Emerie could even be counted as one. She might have, if Nesta could muster the courage to ask her to do something—anything. 

But she couldn’t. So Nesta left knowing a little more about the people of Killin and the sense that some of her loneliness was self-imposed. She couldn’t even pretend it was her mothers death that had made her cold. Even as a child, no one had wanted to play with her. None of the other children liked her. 

“Ah, mo chridhe,” Cassian called, jogging up the path that led from the edge of the village toward the castle. “I’ve been looking for ye.”

“I can’t see why,” Nesta sniffed, even as Cassian pulled her heavy canvas bag filled with her groceries and slung it over his broad shoulder. “Do you intend to hold my groceries hostage, too?”

“I’ve come to talk with ye,” he replied, one hand thrown up in defense. “About business.”

“I have no business with you.”

“C’mon, Nes,” he pleaded, drawing her attention toward him. “I’ve been staging battles at Killin Castle for five years now.”

“There is land all around you, Cassian. Surely you can move it.”

“Aye, I could, but the castle adds a certain majesty. And it allows me tae charge more—hold on, don’t look at me like that. I’ll give ye a percentage for your trouble.”

“Fifty percent.”

“Take my fucking balls too,” he grumbled. “Thirty.”

“Thirty percent of your total profits just so you can pretend to kill the English on my lawn?” Nesta asked, arching a brow. 

“Forty if ye let me haul you off again.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Fine. Thirty it is, then. In exchange, ye’ll leave me be while I’m working—”

“And you’ll stay further away from the windows,” Nesta replied, pausing to both catch her breath and stare him down. Cassian didn’t seem winded at all, lovely beneath a waning sun.

“Fine.”

“And I want a schedule,” she said, hands on her hips.

“Anything else? My fucking cock and balls on a silver tray, tae?”

“You can keep those,” she sniffed, not wanting to think of either. Cassian didn’t protest, didn’t offer her a filthy remark. He was grinning, as if he’d gotten everything he wanted. Nesta hated to see him so happy.

“This is time limited, Cassian. Just until the summer is over. And then I want you gone. Out of my life.”

“It’s a small town, Nes,” he replied with mock solemnity. “I cannae leave.”

“You can avoid me.”

“What makes ye think I’d want that?”

Having reached the top of the hill, and the end of her patience, Nesta reached for her bag. Cassian pulled just out of reach, eyes searching her own. She didn’t like the look of contemplation on his face, or how serious he’d suddenly become. 

“What about what I want, Cassian? Which is peace, and a moment free of the chaos you drag with you.”

“Ye might like it, mo chridhe.”

Nesta glared. “We could have had an amicable relationship months ago. This is all we have now, Cassian. Give me my things.”

He handed her the bag with a rueful smile. “It’s a pleasure working with ye.”

“If only I could say the same, Cassian.”

He merely grinned, which annoyed her more. She took off, daring only once to glance over her shoulder. Cassian remained at the top of the hill, his dark hair blowing around his face while he watched her. He raised a hand in a wave, one Nesta did not return. She didn’t trust this new, helpful Cassian.

Whatever angle he was working would only hurt her if she chose to believe it.

Nesta had learned that lesson with Tomas not a year before.

Nesta wasn’t going to learn it again. 

-*- 

The thing about Cassian, Nesta learned, was that he woke early. He scheduled his mock battles every day at nine am like clockwork. Nesta was rarely up that early and no matter how she tried, could not fall back asleep. He’d taped his schedule to her front door rather than knock and wake her up, which detailed a seven day schedule in which he reenacted two battles monday through friday, and four on saturday and sunday. It seemed brutal, and yet when he came by, sweaty and grinning that Sunday night with a check, Nesta stopped complaining. 

If that was thirty percent, no wonder Cassian had been adamant about continuing. Nesta tucked it away, strangely uncomfortable with taking his money. All through spring, Cassian faithfully left money in the little mailbox, and from April to June, Nesta did her very best to avoid him entirely. 

She was avoiding everyone. Even herself. Most days, Nesta left her phone uncharged so she didn’t have to see the incoming messages from Elain. Elain, planning her wedding and somehow managing to deal with what seemed like an incredibly irritable tenant of the castle she’d been left, still checked in. Still asked after her—still wanted to know what had happened to chase Nesta out of London so abruptly.

The joke about becoming a bog witch had never meant to shape her reality. Sometimes she wondered if Elain hadn’t heard. If she didn’t know about Tomas, what he’d said.

What he’d tried to do. 

As the weather warmed, and more people flooded into the town, Nesta retreated further into the castle where no one could see her. The mere idea of going out filled Nesta with trembling fear. There was too much left to chance, too much chaos and in response, Nesta found herself practically eating in the library. It was the only place that felt safe anymore.

That. And somehow, Cassian, who’d begun knocking on the front door to offer her up money.

She made her way through the open grand hall, eyeing cobwebs clinging to the overhead chandelier. She needed to find someone who could do some cleaning for her.

Nesta pulled open the old, iron handle to find Cassian, his hair half pulled off his head in a messy bun. He was in his kilt, a stable given how often he played the battle warrior, though it was paired with a plain black t-shirt that showed off both his bulging biceps and his collarbone, teased by the little vee just in the front.

“For ye,” he said, holding out an envelope. As she reached for it, Cassian ducked around her, stepping onto the stone floor. He whistled with appreciation.

“I’ve always wondered what this place looked like.” “It looks like a castle,” Nesta replied, the door still open. “Get out.”

Cassian looked her over. “Are ye eating up here?”

“How is that any of your concern?” she asked, hating how her cheeks warmed under his appraisal.

“Emerie said ye aren’t coming down as often. She’s worried about ye, asked me tae check in. I’m checking, Nes. You look tired.”

“You wake me up early,” she replied, though they both knew that wasn’t it.

Cassian’s eyes narrowed. “Did something happen?”

“Nope. I’m perfectly fine. I’ll see Emerie—”

“Why not let me buy ye something tae eat?” he suggested. “At tae Ensnaring Snake. A pint and something else? Whatever ye want.”

“I don’t need your charity, Cassian. I can have a drink without your leering presence.”

“Ah, but what fun would it be without me?” he asked, a roguish grin on his face. “Come down. Even if ye ignore me the entire time.”

There was no way.

“Unless,” he added casually, unaware of how her heart thudded in her throat. “Ye’re scared.”

“I’m not scared!” Nesta snapped. “Now get out, Cassian!”

“Anything, mo chridhe,” he replied, all but sauntering out. She might have believed his swaggering, male bravado, had he not turned to look at her with those worried eyes. It prompted her, once the door was slammed shut in his face, to go up to the bathroom. She supposed she had gotten a little thinner…and the circles beneath her eyes had become far more pronounced. She was paler, too, though she could blame that on avoiding the sun. Nesta couldn’t remember the last time she’d drank any water.

Or eaten a vegetable.

She showered, braiding her hair in a crown around her head like she so often did. Her hands shook as she buttoned up a pale purple dress and laced up her shoes. She couldn’t bring herself to put on make-up, or do anything else that might draw attention to herself. 

You’re so fuckint hot, Nesta. You know it, don’t you, with those eyes—those tits—

Nesta wanted to scream. Hand frozen on the handle, she almost turned around. Tomas’s voice, the feel of him pressed against her, how he’d—no. She took a breath, cleared her throat, and marched out into the waning sunlight. There was no way Nesta would let Cassian think she was afraid of going outside.

Even if he was right.

It wasn’t the outdoors that made her nervous. It was all the people, it was the things she couldn’t control. 

By the time she made it down the hill and into the center of the village, Emerie had closed up for the day. A little handwritten note told Nesta exactly where she was. 

The Ensnaring Snake. 

It had Cassian written all over it. Still, despite how it made her palms sweat, Nesta very carefully made her way toward the tavern she’d once enjoyed eating in. Back when there was no one but familiar faces and the streets were mostly empty.

Now it was packed. Nesta pushed the door open just enough to see Cassian at the far end of he room, head thrown back with laughter at something someone at the table had said. His hair was loose, and he’d foregone the kilt for a pair of regular jeans. He looked so normal—and of course he had friends. She didn’t know why that surprised her. She didn’t know why the sight of a rather pretty blonde running her finger over his bare arm made Nesta back out of the doorway.

Why she suddenly felt so stupid. She hadn’t come for him. 

She didn’t care about him. 

“Hey!” 

Nesta ignored the male voices behind her—and the jarring, American accents that seemed so wildly out of place. Arms wrapped around her body, she meant to trudge back home and pretend none of this had happened. 

“Hey,” that voice called, dragging the sound of heavy steps over cobblestone with it. A moment later, a hand was on Nesta’s shoulder. She jumped nearly out of her skin, twisting to look at three unfamiliar faces. Each of them reeked of whiskey, and were likely looking for more fun than the village had to offer. “Where are you going?”

“Don’t touch me,” she ordered, earning snickering laughs. 

“Or what?” the first, a bleach blonde with a pair of sunglasses clipped to his t-shirt, asked. “We’re just being nice.”

“Oh? Is this considered polite, where you’re from?”

More laughter. Nesta’s heart raced even as she told herself nothing was going to happen. They were having a laugh at her expense but they’d slink off when they realized they were getting nowhere.

“We could be much more polite,” that first step, lunging forward. Nesta stumbled back, falling to the ground and bashing her elbow against the rough cobblestone. Pain ricocheted through her while her eyes smarted. More humiliation, brought low by men she hated. 

Nesta scrambled back to her feet, turning without looking at any of them.

“Aw, sweetheart, come back,” they called, laughing loudly. Nesta started to turn for the castle, thinking she’d race up the hill and lock herself up until morning came. 

But they were still behind her, trailing after her while whistling and making other little sounds with their tongues and teeth. Cassian could crest that hill without breaking a sweat, but Nesta was slow—they’d catch her.

She sped up, trying to think of where she could go. Panic was making her clumsy, was making her stupid. She should have turned around and gone back into the tavern where anyone could see. Emerie was in there, she would have helped. 

Instead, Nesta picked up her steps, hoping they’d get tired of following her when they realized she was heading out of the village. And when they didn’t—when they tried to get closer—Nesta took off running. 

They followed, their shadows jumping ahead even as the sun vanished over the hillside. Nesta could only hear her pounding feet and her nervous heart. She was heading for the loch, the absolute worst place to be given there was unlikely to be anywhere out there. Just her, a body of water, and three very drunk tourists looking to have fun at her expense. 

Nesta slowed, trying to figure out her next move.

“Tired, babe?” One of them called.

“I can think of something else that’ll tire her out,” another replied. Nesta was inching closer and closer to the dock, wondering if she could swim far enough out that they’d finally leave. Or if that was stupid, and they’d just jump in after her where she’d be well and truly fucked. 

She couldn’t go past them. Glancing over her shoulder saw the three of them walking in a solid line. They’d catch her. 

“Please stop,” one of them called, jogging after her. Nesta surged forward, her feet touching the dock before she felt those fingers on her arm again. “Why are you running?”

She wanted to die. “You’re chasing me.”

“You don’t have to run. We don’t want to hurt you,” he lied, his eyes absolutely betraying him. She’d seen that look before, had watched another man’s gaze dip below her chin, taking in her body, wondering what it would feel like to just have her, regardless of her own feelings on the matter.

“Take your hands off me.”

The other two laughed and laughed. “Or what?”

“Or—”

“Or I’ll kill ye,” came another, familiar voice. Nesta could have sobbed at the sound, had never been happier than she was just then to see Cassian strolling up, deceptively casual. He cocked his head, dark hair spilling around him as he waited.

That first man looked from Cassian to Nesta and then, with a smile that clearly said he thought Cassian was outmatched, replied, “Oh? She’s yours?”

Cassian didn’t smile. “Find out.”

Nesta was so busy watching Cassian  that she’d stopped watching the others. She didn’t see that hand shove toward her, didn’t realize he’d decided to call Cassian’s bluff until she stumbled backwards. 

She hit the water with a choked scream. She flailed for a moment, twisting around before pushing upward. The water was dark, was colder than she’d expected, though not so cold she couldn’t still think straight. 

She broke the surface a moment before she heard a splash, and then felt him, arms around her.

“Don’t hit me,” Cassian warned breathlessly.

“Where did they go?” Nesta demanded, letting Cassian drag her back to the dock. He hoisted her up effortlessly before joining her. Water sluiced off him, though he hardly seemed to notice. His eyes burned, and when he reached for her, she saw his knuckles were bloody and had begun to swell and bruise.

“They’re gone,” he said tightly. He swallowed some unnamed emotion, looking her over.

“Unharmed,” she said, resisting the urge to draw her knees up to her chest. Instead, Nesta gingerly rose to her feet, weighed down by the heavy fabric of her dress and her wounded pride. 

“I saw ye,” he said, following her up. “In the tavern. I saw ye come in and I—”

He’d followed her. Nesta might have asked him why another night. Might have berated him for thinking she’d want his attention. Instead, Nesta forced herself to take a breath.

“Will you walk me home?”

Cassian swallowed again. “Yeah. I—is this my fault, Nes?”

“No, Cassian,” she said, suddenly exhausted. 

“I was trying to rile ye up. Get ye out of that castle. I feel like…”

“It’s not your fault,” she repeated. 

It’s mine, she nearly added, though she kept it behind her teeth.

“Why didnae ye run home, mo chridhe? Why’d ye come out here?”

“The hill,” she whispered, trying so hard not to let him see how rattled she was. Cassian looked down, eyebrows raised with surprise. 

“Can I show ye something?”

And right then, Nesta would have let Cassian do anything he liked so long as he didn’t leave her.

“Sure.”

“Cassian,” Nesta began when he opened the door to the Ensnaring Snake.

“Trust me,” he replied, placing a careful hand on her bruised elbow. Inside, music and laughter flooded Nesta’s senses, and for a moment she expected him to lead her back to his table. She almost wanted him to, though she was in no mood to make conversation. It might have been nice to hear him introduce her to his friends, to sit her down and buy her that pint like he’d promised.

He wove in and out of the tables, nodding when people called his name. His touch was light—careful. Like he knew better than to do any more.

Like he knew what she didn’t like about it. 

There was no way to explain to him that his touch had never bothered her. She’d have to tell him that she noticed his eyes, how they stayed on her face. How even when he’d been surveying her that morning, he’d been looking with concern—not desire. Not lewd appreciation. And how even when Cassian was manhandling her, his hands never went anywhere inappropriate, though it would have been all too easy for him to cop a feel and play it off like an accident.

She wondered if he even realized it. 

Cassian took her around the back of the bar, pulling open an old, wooden door that clearly led to a cellar.

“Cassian,” Nesta tried again.

“Trust me,” he repeated. Nesta opened her mouth to tell him she didn’t trust him at all. But she could see his swollen knuckles from the corner of her eye, and thought of how quick he must have been to hit them hard enough to hurt himself and jump into the water after her. He hadn’t had to do either. He could have left her. Could have walked away.

So Nesta followed him down into the musty dark, wishing she could grab his arm. 

“I used tae come here when I was wee,” Cassian explained, leading her around packing boxes and crates toward another, sturdier door. “You’ll still have to go uphill, but it takes ye right to the castle.”

Nesta was still sopping wet, exhausted and wrung out. She looked up at him, wanting him to go with her. She couldn’t ask.

“Thank you,” she said instead, turning toward that dark.

“I’ll see ye up,” Cassian said gruffly.

And together, they plunged into that darkness. 

-*-

“What do you mean, married?” Nesta demanded, phone to her ear as she stomped out of the bookshop. “How can she marry a fictional man?” “He’s not fictional,” came Elain’s patient voice. “I looked him up. Rhysand Campbell is a Duke. I guess that’s why she kept such a tight lid on him back home.”“A Duke? For Feyre?!” Nesta spluttered, trying to imagine wild, carefree Feyre marrying into ancient, outdated royalty. She’d always expected that of Elain, if anyone. 

“I’m going to meet him next week, so I’ll let you know. But he seems very accomplished, and he’s quite handsome.”

“Is she sure?” Nesta asked, not thinking about her path until she was already on it. “Marriage is just so…”

She trailed off, remembering that Elain was engaged. Hell. She hadn’t meant to insult her, though the tense, following silence made Nesta think she had. “How er…how is that going?”

“I called it off,” Elain finally said, her voice strange and small. “Just yesterday.”

“Did he do something?” Nesta demanded, readjusting the blanket she was caring beneath her arm. “Because I’ll kill him—”

“It’s all handled,” Elain assured her quickly. “I don’t expect him to give me any trouble.”

“What does that mean? Handled how?” Nesta demanded. Elain was so nice it practically made her a doormat. Nesta didn’t believe for a single second that Elain had truly handled anything, and wondered if the engagement had been called off for infidelity. Graysen wouldn’t give her trouble because he’d already moved on.

“Drop it, Nesta,” Elain replied firmly. 

“Fine. But if you need help—”

“I don’t. Everything here is fine. How are you doing? Did you ever get rid of that guy role playing on your lawn?”

Nesta started to say that she and Cassian had reached a truce of sorts, which wasn’t quite the truth and not exactly a lie, either. Instead, Nesta said, “Erm…let me call you back.” Because there, in the middle of the glittering water, stood a very shirtless, possibly naked Cassian. Gleaming in the sunlight, his head tipped back so the rays might warm his face. He didn’t look real and Nesta didn’t know what to do. 

He wasn’t alone. Along the shore, children splashed and kicked up water while others floated around him, oblivious to what Nesta was seeing. She wondered what the whorling, inked tattoos on his shoulders and chest meant.

And as she wondered, her eyes drifted down the packed muscles against his ribs, toward the carved vee of his hips. Nesta could scarcely breathe, had forgotten what she was supposed to be doing until her eyes came back to his face.

He was looking at her, too. Shit eating grin etched over his handsome face, one hand raised upward to beckon her to join him.

Hell.

Nesta turned, embarrassed she’d been caught ogling him. She would not submit to any of his humiliating taunts or those burning eyes that promised far more than Nesta thought she wanted. Of course, Cassian couldn’t bask in his victory, of knowing some diseased part of her was attracted to him, despite their strange push-pull between animosity and friendship. He was behind her in a pair of bright red swim trunks and nothing else, jogging up the path while Nesta tried desperately to escape him. 

“Why are ye leaving?” he asked, running a hand through his still wet hair. “Come swim.”

“No, thank you,” she replied. “I just remembered—”

“Oh, bullshit, mo chridhe,” he replied. “There is nothing to do but sit up at that miserable stack of rocks. Swim with me.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Okay, then do something else with me,” he replied.

“Why would I do that?” she asked, rounding on him. That was a mistake. Cassian was far closer than she thought, and when she stopped, he kept going. He kept her from tumbling backward, wrapping a slick around her and pressing her into his chest.

She hated how good it felt to touch him. To feel him hold her, to keep her close for a moment before he let her go.

“Why not?” he asked, strangely breathless. “Ye’ve been here half a year—don’t ye want friends?”

“Is that what we are?” she asked, distracted by how close he was, by how nearly naked he was. It took no effort to try and picture what the rest of him might be like…and it would have been a lie to say she wasn’t curious if all of him was large. 

“Yes?” he asked, clearly frustrated. “I thought so.”

“I don’t want to swim,” she repeated, though in truth, Nesta didn’t want to do anything with him right now. It was too risky to be alone with him. She’d touch him, she’d get on her knees and do any number of terrible, filthy things to him. Nesta couldn’t breathe. She needed to escape him. 

“Something else?” he asked, not moving an inch. His eyes were glazed over, staring right through her. Nesta blinked.

“I er…another day, Cass.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “I should—” he turned abruptly. Had she upset him? Nesta watched him for a moment before she turned, too, unwilling to get caught staring at him again. Nesta didn’t allow herself to think of him at all. For the rest of the day, every time the image of him standing in the water, Nesta banished it quickly and busied herself in some other task.

Right up until night fell, and she could crawl into bed.

Only then did Nesta allow herself to think about Cassian. 

-*-

“Rhysand is missing,” Elain whispered to Nesta. Nesta, still guarding the door where Feyre was speaking with a Duke, turned to look at her sister, eyes wide.

“I’ll kill him,” Nesta hissed, biting her bottom lip.

“His friends are here,” Elain said, running through a mental list of guests. “I’ll see if they know where he is. Don’t move,” Elain added, finger in the air.

“This whole thing is a disaster,” Nesta grumbled, hating the pitying look Elain threw her. Nesta knew, realistically, that Elain had done her best with the guest list and she was terrible at telling their father no. And Elain had called ahead of time to warn Nesta that the Mandray’s had secured an invitation.

Everyone wanted to see Feyre Archeron marry a Duke. Social parasites and other hanger-oners had flooded into the lovely castle all day, marveling over the architecture and hoping to rub elbows with real royalty.

Nesta didn’t think Elain had managed to get anyone but Duke Campbell, just as she didn’t think Feyre was aware her wedding had turned into the event of the year. Nesta was desperate to avoid the majority of London, and planned to catch a ride back with Elain in the morning. Just to the train station—she’d make the rest of the way back on her own, even if she had to walk. 

There was no way she was spending a weekend with Tomas Mandray.

Elain returned, accompanied by a familiar, grinning face. “Well, well, well,” Cassian said, running his hand down a buttoned down, black shirt. He wore that red and blue kilt and black socks that came up over his knees, a sporran around his hips.

“Do you two know each other?” Elain asked.

“This is the gentleman roleplaying on my lawn,” Nesta said. The man beside him, dressed identically, though his kilt was primarily blue plaid. 

“Role-playing, Cass?” he asked.

“This is Cassian?” Elain replied, eyebrows raised to the sky.

“Have ye been talking about me?” Cassian asked Nesta with a lopsided smile. “What else does she say?”

“That you’re exceptionally obnoxious,” Elain replied, earning a laugh from the other man.

“All true,” he murmured, before adding, “Azriel.”

They were given no more time for pleasantries before Feyre emerged, flushed and practically glowing. She didn’t seem concerned that her fiancé was missing—only annoyed. Elain ordered them to split up, which Azriel did without complaint—but Cassian did not.

“Fancy seeing you here,” he said just as soon as Elain and Azriel were out of earshot. “I didnae know Feyre was yer sister. I should have guessed, I supposed, given what a hard time she’s given my brother.”

“Good for her,” Nesta replied before adding, “Brother?”

“Not in tae biblical sense. Rhys and I met when he was at a posh boarding school and trying to buy whiskey on the weekend.”

“Let me guess—you sold him the whiskey.”

“Ye know me so well, mo chridhe,” he said with a grin. “Been inseparable ever since.”

“Then why is he missing?” she demanded. Cassian pulled open a closet door, revealing a mop that fell to the floor with a loud clatter. 

There was no humor on Cassian’s face as he knelt to pick it up. “He doesn’t think he’s worthy.”

Nesta didn’t know how to take that, how to possibly respond. She didn’t know any man that had ever put a woman above himself. The idea that Rhysand would have left because he thought her sister could do? better was an anomaly. Unheard of. 

“I’ll bet they’re outside,” Nesta said after a moment. Cassian caught her by the arm, holding her still.

“Maybe they don’t want tae be found just yet,” he murmured, that burning back in his eyes.

“Cass—”

“Nesta?”

She wanted to die at the sound of that voice. Those brown eyes, that sharp, sneering face and that lean body pressed into an elegant suit. Cassian turned, looking Tomas up and down with such keen awareness on his face. She could read his every expression, the oh, I understand now. 

But he didn’t.

Nesta started to inch closer to Cassian, who, of course, immediately noticed. He took her hand in his, raising it to his lips, and ghosted a kiss against her knuckles. It was so obviously a claiming and a threat, all at once.

“Hi, Tomas.”

“I didn’t think you’d be here.”

“For my sister's wedding?” she asked archly. “I’m surprised you’re here.”

Cassian raised his brows.

“Of course I am,” he replied, staring her down with those dead, soulless eyes. “Your father said I was the son he never had.”

Cassian started to take a step forward, stopped only by Nesta’s vicious squeeze of his hand. 

“He’s still so terribly disappointed by how things happened. What, exactly, did you tell him?”

Nesta wanted to die. “Nothing,” she managed, her heart pounding in her throat. Cassian watched this power struggle—did he understand what was happening? 

“We should get together the next time you’re in London,” Tomas said, eyes flicking to Cassian with distaste. As if Cassian couldn’t have broken him clean in two. As if Cassian was someone beneath him. “Carter.”

Cassian offered an edged smile. “Hackit.”

Nesta snorted, pressing her hand against her lips. Tomas narrowed his eyes, but kept moving without insulting her. Nesta imagined he, too, realized the danger Cassian presented. Even without those swollen, bloodied knuckles, Cassian looked like a man who could fight. 

“Want tae tell me what that was about?” Cassian asked the second Tomas slipped down the hall.

“Of course not,” she snapped, wrenching her hand from his. “Don’t kiss me again.”

“No? Are ye sure about that? Because I saw ye at the loch—”

“You didn’t see anything,” Nesta insisted, heart hammering. Her two worlds were colliding unforgivably. Cassian and Tomas were not supposed to exist together, and seeing Cassian, in his kilt, call Tomas ugly in his suit, had managed to tie Nesta up in knots.

“Don’t go out there,” Cassian complained when Nesta stepped onto the lawn, still rain soaked from a recent storm. “Yer gonna ruin yer dress!”

“FEYRE!” she yelled, mostly to convince Cassian to stop talking. 

“Ye cannae end every conversation ye don’t like by running off. I’m not going anywhere, mo chridhe come back—”

Cassian hauled Nesta up over his shoulder before she could take another step.

“Cassian! Put me down!”

“No,” he replied easily, walking her back to the house. “They’ll return when they’re ready.”

“Cassian,” she pleaded. He set her back to her feet, catching that note of desperation in her voice before she had to beg, though his body blocked her path further into the castle. 

“What did he do to ye, Nes?” he asked, his fingers curling to fists at his side.

“Why do you care?” she demanded, throwing her hands up in the air. 

“Of course I care!” Cassian hissed, stepping closer, until Nesta was pressed against the stone wall. 

“I don’t understand you,” Nesta breathed, swallowing hard as he drew nearer. 

“Trust me, I don’t either,” he whispered. “Will ye tell me what he did to ye?”

“Why? So you can hit him, too?”

“Oh, mo chridhe, I will do far, far worse,” he murmured, his eyes dropping to her mouth. Nesta had lost control of the situation, of this man who she didn’t even like. Who would go back to reenacting battles on her lawn, who was beloved by the town and the son of a Duke and—

“If ye won’t tell me that, tell me something else.”

Nesta’s eyes went back to his. More brown than green. “What?” 

“Tell me the truth, Nesta Archeron. Tell me ye want me just as much as I want ye.”

“I—” he caught her lips before the lie could tumble out of them, kissing her softly. One hand cupped her cheek while the other braced the wall she was pressed against. His eyes fluttered shut but Nesta kept hers open, drinking him in. He looked so wrecked, like he’d been thinking about this for a long, long time and was finally realizing it was nothing like he imagined. 

And so she kissed him back, hands at her sides while she waited for the inevitable disappointment. The realization that whatever he’d imagined didn’t live up to reality. One kiss became two, became a third and yet Cassian didn’t pull back like they so often did. He didn’t sharpen. If anything, he became softer, more desperate with each passing kiss between them. The softness of his closely trimmed beard brushed over her jaw while his thumb rubbed a soft circle over her cheek.

Give in, she swore she heard him say. Nesta wanted to—oh, she wanted to take everything he was offering so badly it made her legs shake. If he didn’t know now, he’d figure it out soon enough. Nesta was not the kind of woman men fell in love with. She’d never been that woman, and never would be. No matter how badly she wanted to be, no matter how much she wanted to believe Cassian could push through walls made of iron and find the trembling softness beneath, he was still a man.

And at some point, she’d become a game for him. Something to conquer, regardless of the tactics it took. It was that thought that convinced Nesta to finally pull back, hands planted on his chest as she shoved. 

“That’s enough,” she said, another lie he immediately caught. 

Cassian pressed a kiss to her cheek. “It’s not,” he rumbled, reaching for the back of her neck. “Ye want me to think yer made of ice, but I know better.”

“Oh? And what am I made of, Cassian?” she demanded in that hard, imperious tone. The sort that pissed men off, that sent them running.

His eyes flashes.

“Fire.”

When he kissed her again, Nesta’s eyes slammed shut before she even realized what she was doing. This time, Nesta’s fingers raked through his neat hair, pulling him closer. She wasn’t gentle, thinking it would push him off her. She misjudged him—Nesta pulled at the strands and Cassian groaned, pressing his body hard against her. He liked this. 

Which was a fucking tragedy, because she did, too. Cassian moaned again, loud enough anyone with ears in the vicinity knew what was happening in the back hall, and Nesta, for just this once, did not care.

Her tongue swept into his mouth, tasting him like she’d wanted to the day at the loch. He tasted like whiskey and warmth and like she needed to get him out of his clothes as fast as she could, before she changed her mind. 

“Slow down, slow down,” he breathed, catching her wrist when she trailed down his chest. “Have ye done this before?”

“Does it matter?” she replied, certain it didn’t.

He huffed out a soft breath. “Of course it fucking matters.”

“I—” He was going to ruin her. He was already making a mess of things. Nesta needed the upper hand, needed a way to get what she wanted without getting hurt. If that was even possible.

There was no way to have him and remain unscathed. The smart thing to do was walk away. “This can’t mean anything, Cassian.”

His brows furrowed. “Ye don’t mean that.”

“You don’t know me–”

“Because ye make it impossible!” he replied, raking his fingers through his hair. “People care about ye, and it’s like…”

“Like what?” she asked, her throat rough and dry. She never should have stopped kissing him. She shouldn’t have said anything at all. Cassian looked down the hall, sighing a breath.

“Like ye expect us all tae leave ye, so ye leave first.”

“You don’t like me,” she said. It was a question. 

No one likes me. Why should you?

“At first,” he admitted. “I thought ye’d be like yer uncle. Stuffy…arrogant…and ye were, ye know ye were. I thought ye’d leave—hoped, I suppose. Until I started liking the sight of ye, storming out with yer braid and yer book. Fuming mad and all of it directed at me. I wanted to get tae know ye and I’ve been trying. And not just me. Emerie, tae. She thinks the world of ye. Yer sisters, tae, and probably everyone else if ye let them.”

Nesta shook her head, swallowing the wave of emotion rising. “This is all wrong. You hate me–”

“Hate,” he said, pressing both palms against the wall, caging her between his body, “is the last thing I feel for ye.”

“I wish you did,” she said.

“If all ye want is something unserious,” he began, eyes searching her own. She swore he could read her every word for the truth, that he didn’t need to hear her speak to know all the things wrong. All the secrets she held. “Then I’ll take what yer offering. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to fuck ye in the hall.”

“Cassian—”

“Ye said, ‘I don’t fuck animals,’” he began mimicking an absurd British accent. “And I believe ye. At least, for now.” 

“This is a bad idea,” she whispered, certain she was going to be picking her shattered heart up off the floor by the time they were done. Cassian brushed his lips over her own.

“When it comes tae ye, mo chridhe, I have no defenses.”

[spurgie-cousin]

That bedroom furniture looks like some of the things I’ve seen on episodes of My Big Fat G-psy Wedding (not the tlc version, the original UK version): looks heavy, everything is a matched set, and it’s ALWAYS either black, white, gold, or silver.

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[scribblygryphon]

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Once Upon a Time in Silverstone | Chapter Six

Word Count: 7.6k

So it was official. You were dating your boss. Not the ideal circumstances but sometimes you had to follow your heart instead of your brain. Ever the sensible pair, you decided to keep things lowkey, until one day they weren't.

Warnings: Eating out (and not the kind you do in a restaurant) 🌶

Author’s Notes: Disclaimer, purely fiction, no-one is married in this alt-universe.

SATURDAY AM

You'd been in the UK for the last week, the longest you'd spent in your home nation since Winter break. Having found a permanent home during the last Summer break, you were almost there in furnishing the place to the point where it felt homely. It was a modern barn conversion, with lots of exposed wood and glass with plush cream furnishings. You'd been so busy with work it had been a true labour of love and you had just one room left to tackle. The house had three bedrooms so naturally, you'd allocated the third to be a walk-in closet, a vision that was yet to be fully realised.

As you stepped over the multitude of shoe boxes that lay scattered across the floor to get to the temporary rail that housed your clothes, you figured it was time to do something about it. You hated the place but there was only one store where you'd be able to find the shelving you needed. Ikea.

You spent the morning browsing their website for the multitude of options that were on offer and decided to bite the bullet and order some shelving units. You would keep the rails for now but you could at least get your shoes and bags off of the floor. Surprisingly they were able to deliver the next day so you pressed the order button and set about clearing some space.

While you were busy tidying, your phone buzzed. Looking down you saw that it was Toto. You hadn't seen him much since your return to the UK as he'd been in London ironing out some deals while you held the fort in Brackley. In a surprisingly sweet gesture, he'd texted you every day to say good morning and goodnight and had suggested you meet over the weekend.

Morning I hope you slept well. Are you around tomorrow morning? I thought we could go for a walk in the country and get some lunch if you'd like?

Smiling at his surprisingly formal text, you typed out a response.

Hey stranger, I'd love that. The only thing is that I ordered some furniture and it's supposed to arrive tomorrow morning. Could we have lunch and then a walk?

You returned to your sorting, grinning away to yourself that you were finally going on a date with Toto. You'd started everything backwards so it was nice that he was making the effort. Your phone buzzed again.

Sure. To be safe shall we do a late lunch? I can pick you up at 2?

Sudden panic set in, Toto was coming to your house. He was notorious for being a neat freak and kept everything hidden away in his office. You tried to echo this but you always seemed to accumulate clutter in your office. Your house was even more relaxed as you were always tired when returning from race weekends and often left things lying around.

Sounds good, I'll share my location so you can find me, my address is not always on GPS. Looking forward to it. x

You followed up with your location as you knew he would never find it without the exact pinpoint. Numerous taxi drivers had failed to find it so you'd taken to just sending coordinates.

Thank you, I'm looking forward to it too. Enjoy the rest of your day! X

You smiled as he signed off with a kiss, something he'd never done before.

SUNDAY AM

You'd spent the rest of your Saturday frantically tidying and pampering. Even though you knew he'd likely step foot inside your house for all of two seconds and you'd be having a casual lunch in a country pub you wanted everything to look nice, yourself included.

Waking up at eight, you hoped that your furniture would come early so you could perhaps build a unit or two before you needed to get ready. The tracking from Ikea told you that you were the next stop so you busied yourself hoovering the fluffy cream rug in your living room while you waited.

Sure enough, it was not long before the doorbell rang, meaning your shelves had arrived. As you directed the delivery man to leave them in the spare room, you clocked the long boxes and were worried you'd taken on more than you could handle with this build. As soon as he left you set about opening one of the boxes and reading the instructions. It seemed easy enough so you fetched your tool kit and set about building the first of the four shelving units.

To your dismay, it was not as easy as it seemed. You'd got as far as screwing the sides together but no matter how hard you pushed, you couldn't slide the back panel in. Frustrated, you decided to come back to it and opened the second box, repeating the process and again reaching a sticking point. Huffing you looked at the time and realised with horror that it was past one o'clock and you really needed to get ready.

Pulling out a sundress and tan leather sandals you quickly got ready, hoping this was the right vibe for a first date. Silly as it sounded you had butterflies in your stomach, something you'd not felt for a long time. You took extra care in doing your hair and make-up, trying to go for the no-effort look which of course took double the amount of time and effort. With one final hair tousle and shake you were done, with two minutes to spare.

Punctual as ever, your doorbell rang for the second time that morning, only this time you opened it to a casually dressed Toto, holding a big bunch of pale pink roses.

"I've missed you," he said, leaning down to kiss you chastely. "Here, these are for you."

Taking the flowers from him, you beamed, "I've missed you too. Thank you, they're beautiful, that's so sweet, let me go and put them in some water and I'll be right out. Do you want anything to drink before we go?"

"I'm fine thanks, I'll wait here," he said, curiously peering around your entrance hall. You had put up some large art pieces, leant a huge arch-shaped mirror against the wall facing the stairs and had topped a console table with several small frames with family photos.

As you made your way through to the kitchen your heart was pounding. Toto was a handsome man but you always thought he looked particularly good when he dressed down. Contrary to most, you found the white shirt and black trousered Mercedes uniform a little corporate for your taste.

You carefully placed the roses into the small stoppered section of your sink, turning on the tap and making sure they had enough water. Grabbing your handbag you made to go when Toto came through the doorway to the kitchen.

"I've just been admiring your photos, you were a very cute child. I don't know what happened," he said with a grin.

You edged closer to Toto, "You are so cheeky, let's see your childhood photos."

"You'll have to come to my mother's house for those I'm afraid," he said, glancing down at you as you set your handbag down on the kitchen island and wrapped your hands around his hips, pulling him closer.

"I'm willing to make the trip," you said, reaching up to kiss him once more.

"Good to know," he replied, breaking the kiss. "Before we go, can I have a tour? I'm curious to see the rest of the house, you never talk about it."

"Sure why not. So this is the kitchen, where I do the cooking." You gestured around you at the bright kitchen space with white wooden shaker cabinets topped with light grey marble.

"Oh really, I never could have guessed that." he said dryly, "I like it. It's very well finished." He ran his hand along the marble countertop on the kitchen island, "Did you choose this?"

"Sadly no, this was a large selling point of the house, the kitchens and bathrooms needed nothing changing."

"Ah that explains why it's so tasteful." he said, slipping his arm around your shoulders, "I can't believe I've never been here."

"Shh." you said, wriggling playfully out of his grip and turning to face him, "I've never been to your place to be fair and I have only had Rosie and George over a few times."

"George has been here?" asked Toto, surprised.

"Of course he has, he and Rosie are joined at the hip these days and she lives just down the road."

"I suppose." Toto said, "I've not had many people from work come over to mine."

"Ooh, so I'll await my invite with bated breath," you said.

"I'd love to have you over, I can cook for you if you want?" said Toto.

"You cook?"

"Of course I do. I enjoy it, it relaxes me."

"How have we never discussed this?"

"How have you never told me anything about your house?"

"Fair enough, want to see the rest of it?"

"Please, lead the way."

You made your way out of the sunny kitchen to the dining nook. The back wall was panelled with glass that opened onto a small patio and garden.

"This is nice," said Toto, "I like this," he said, gesturing at the huge blue art print that hung at one end of the room.

"Ah, thanks, my Dad got it for me years ago. It's travelled everywhere with me," you said, surprised Toto was interested in your art.

"Your father sounds interesting, you should bring him to a race one day," Toto said.

"Funnily enough I was thinking about inviting him to Mexico. I know it's a few months away but I think he'd love it," you said.

"You should ask Lara and she will arrange tickets." Toto said kindly, "I'd also like to meet him."

"You're a braver man than most," you laughed, knowing that your Dad would not be thrilled about you dating a man more than twenty years your senior.

"I'm sure I can win him over," said Toto hopefully.

"Hmm let's see," you said unconvinced, "Do you want to see the rest of the house?"

"Of course," said Toto, lightly brushing your hip.

You made your way back into the hallway and through another doorway to the living room. This was the most impressive room in the house as it had a double-height ceiling and again, an entirely glass back wall. You'd bought a vintage mid-century blown glass chandelier to fill the space and artfully arranged a cream sofa and two armchairs around the cosy fire.

"Wow," exclaimed Toto, "This is amazing."

Pleased as punch you smiled at him, "It's alright I guess."

"I love it, I need your help to redesign my place."

You smiled, "Of course, for a fee."

Toto laughed, "It's always business first with you."

"I'll even give you a family and friends discount since I kind of like you." you teased, "Want to see upstairs?"

"You're too kind," said Toto as you grabbed his hand and led him upstairs to the galleried landing. There was a small open section that looked down into the living room before it turned into a corridor with various doors on it.

You started to lead the way down the corridor, purposefully skipping the door to the third bedroom that contained your mess from earlier. Not missing a trick, Toto tugged on your hand, "What's that door?"

"Oh, nothing special, just a cupboard," you said, hoping he'd let it go.

"You forget, I know you well enough to know when you're not telling the truth. Is it a cupboard full of all the mess like Monica in Friends?"

"You've watched Friends?" you asked incredulously.

"Of course I did, I'm not that old." Toto replied, "It is definitely that, you're blushing."

"No I'm not!" you said, knowing full well that your flushed cheeks were betraying you. The effect this man had on you was quite something.

Toto reached out and grabbed you by the hips, grinding yours into his. "You're sexy when you blush. It turns me on."

Your hand found his chest as your lips met, your stomach doing backflips.

"Why don't I show you the bedroom?" you said seductively.

"Nice try, I want to see the cupboard first," said Toto, continuing to run his hands up and down your hips, exploring your curves as if for the first time.

"You are relentless," you said, before turning around and pulling him towards the door, "I must warn you, it's a mess."

"I knew it!" said Toto smugly.

You opened the door to reveal your two half-built bookcases and empty boxes strewn across the carpet, power tools laid down and abandoned.

'That's not what I was expecting. I didn't take you as the DIY type." said Toto, disappointed not to find something weird and wonderful.

"Now that's the thing, I thought I could be, but turns out I'm not," you said, blushing deeper than ever before.

"What happened?" asked Toto, bending down to inspect your handiwork, "Surely you just slide this back piece in and it's done?"

"Easier said than done. I tried but I'm not strong enough so I gave up," you said exasperatedly, crouching down beside Toto.

"How are you planning to finish them?" he asked.

"I hadn't thought that far ahead." you shrugged.

"Do you want me to try?" Toto asked, turning to you.

"No, honestly don't worry I'll figure it out. We should go."

"Don't be silly, it will take two minutes, grab that end and I'll slide it in," he said, standing up and rolling up his sleeves. You couldn't help but gulp as the veins in his arms flexed.

"That's what she said," you replied with a smirk.

"You are so dirty, I'll slide it somewhere after this," growled Toto.

With Toto's help, you made quick work of finishing the two shelving units, even propping them up and fixing them to the wall. As he finished screwing the second one in, Toto looked behind him and saw the two remaining boxes. "Jesus, are there more?"

Guiltily you replied, "Yes but don't worry, two is enough for now."

"Nonsense," Toto said as he set about unboxing the third unit. You watched in awe as he managed to connect the panels without as much as a glance at the instruction booklet.

"How are you so good at this? As if you have ever even set foot in an Ikea," you said, crossing your arms as you watched him screw the panels together.

"Of course I've been to Ikea, who hasn't?" Toto said, leaning back on his heels to admire his work.

"You're full of surprises today," you said, bending down to kiss him softly, forgetting that he'd get a full view of your bare breasts in your sundress. You'd opted not to wear a bra as the straps were thin.

"Mmm, no bra? Now you're the one full of surprises," said Toto, pulling you down into his lap, your back flush against his chest, his large hands wrapping around your waist in a way that you'd fantasised about many a time. He ran his hands up and down your torso, kissing your neck in exactly the right spot.

Just as things were starting to heat up and you could feel Toto hardening behind you, his pocket started vibrating.

"Ooh that feels good," you joked.

"Not as good as I'm going to make you feel later," said Toto, nuzzling your neck as he pulled out his phone, "It's George, mind if I take it?"

"Of course not, shall I leave you in peace?" you asked.

"No, stay right here," he said, a strong arm swooping around and trapping you where he knelt, his now prominent erection pressing into you from behind. "Hello, George."

You could hear murmurs from the other line, George loved to chat so you resigned yourself to being stuck on Toto's lap for a while. Wanting to rile him up, you ground up and down as he tried to keep a level tone with George, who'd called with some kind of problem.

"Look, I'm sure it's no big deal, I will call them tomorrow." said Toto, his breathing getting heavier,, "I am sorry to do this but I need to go, I'm in the middle of building furniture." More murmurs followed before Toto said his goodbye "Don't worry about it, any time George. And don't panic. Talk later."

As he put down his phone, he growled once again, "You are so bad, so where were we?" his hands now running up your torso towards your breasts.

"I believe you said you were going to slide it in?" you said breathlessly, the grinding turning you on a ridiculous amount.

"I did say that, didn't I?" he said, running his hand back down to where your pussy was starting to throb. With a deft movement, he flicked the bottom of your dress up, revealing your skimpy mesh thong. "Fuck me, no bra and this?" he exclaimed as he took in the barely-there fabric, his long fingers getting tantalisingly close to where you needed them the most.

"You're fucking hot, you know that right?" you said, breaking free of his grip and turning around to straddle him where he sat on the carpet.

"Not as hot as you," he replied, catching your lips with his as his hands wandered closer and closer to the sweet spot. Kissing you deeply, his fingers suddenly delved under the mesh and found your clit, drawing slow and careful circles.

It wasn't long before he found a rhythm that got you moaning. "You like that?" he asked as you closed your eyes in pleasure.

"Mmm" was all you managed as he slipped a long finger in, testing you out before adding a second.

"I'll take that as a yes," he smirked, pumping his fingers in and out a few times before curling them in exactly the right spot.

"Fuck me," you exclaimed breathily, his fingers filling you most satisfyingly.

"Don't mind if I do." he said, withdrawing his fingers and swiftly removing you from his lap, flipping you over and laying you gently on the floor, opening your legs and settling between them, "But first I want to do this."

Before you had a chance to ask what it was he wanted to do he proceeded to kiss down your neck, his hands exploring every inch of your body as he pushed your dress up. He quickly divested you of your underwear and brought his mouth to your dripping wet pussy, his tongue bringing you to the edge embarrassingly quickly. Trying to grab at something and finding only carpet, you decided now was the time to ruffle your hands through his hair, something you'd been wanting to do for a long time.

You moaned as every lick brought you closer to the edge, his strong arms squeezing either side of your thighs as he bobbed up and down.

"Fuck!" you exclaimed as you got there, your pussy clenching hard as you came.

"Record timing," said Toto as he came back up to kiss you squarely on the lips, your heart pounding.

"Why is everything a competition with you?" you laughed, feeling very warm and fuzzy as Toto lingered on top of you.

"Not everything, just things I care about," he said, kissing your neck gently.

"Well, it's only fair if I try to beat your time, no?" you said, grabbing at the waistband of his chinos.

"No, no, I wanted to do that, we have plenty of time later, it gets me off to get you off." he said, batting your hand away, kissing you one last time on the neck before propping himself up to a kneeling position, carefully rearranging your dress,, "Besides, I have shelves to build."

"For real?" you asked.

"Of course, I'm a man of my word," he said, flashing you a charming grin.

– – –

True to his word, Toto helped you build the remaining two shelves and fix them to the wall. It was almost annoying how easily he slotted everything together, but you guessed he had the size and strength advantage on his side.

As he bolted the last shelf to the wall, he stepped back to admire his handiwork. "Not bad." he smiled, slipping an arm around your shoulders, "What are you putting on these shelves anyway? Are you turning this into an office?"

"Well... not exactly, I got them for my shoes and bags," you said, feeling like a bimbo.

He chuckled, "Of course you are, the woman of many bags."

You laughed, "I'm surprised you noticed."

"I notice everything," he said, glancing down at you fondly.

"I feel really bad that you planned this nice day for us and then spent it indoors building furniture, do you want to go for a late lunch?"

"Well I already ate," he said very seriously before cracking up and laughing at his own joke.

"Hilarious," you said with a poker face.

"You know you love it."

"Maybe," you said, reaching up to caress his face, "Let's go, we can beat the rush."

"Sure. Let me just find my phone, I put it down somewhere." Toto dropped his arm from around you, searching around the room before spotting his phone, on the floor in the corner. Bending down to pick it up, his eyes widened, "Scheiße!"

"What's up?" you asked, concerned that something bad had happened.

Toto stood up, muttering under his breath as he stood up and passed the phone over. "Look."

You glanced down to read the notifications, all from George.

14:42 Toto, I don't know why but it won't let me hang up. 

14:46 Don't think I'm supposed to be hearing this.

14:48 Right so I managed to turn my phone off and break the connection. Don't worry I won't tell anyone.

14:50 Well Rosie is with me but she won't tell either.

14:51 I'll leave you guys to it.

"Fuck." you exclaimed as you finished reading the thread of messages. "How does that even happen?"

"I don't know, I thought I had hung up." said Toto, horrified, "I don't know how much he heard but it was enough for him to say that."

You grimaced, cringing as you tried to recall what you might have said to each other in the throes of passion. "I can't believe Rosie was there too, maybe we just have a quiet word with them both tomorrow? I take Rosie, you take George?" you suggested, trying to think how to make this situation less awkward. Rosie of course knew a certain amount but you weren't about to let Toto know that.

"No, I think we talk to them together." said Toto, "It's better that we put on a united front. I don't want them to think we're fucking about."

You raised your eyebrow, "But isn't that exactly what we were just doing?"

"No, we are more serious." Toto said, his expression neutral, "I know it is early days but I know that I want to make this work long-term."

Surprised by his admission you wrapped your arms around him, gazing up into his chocolate-brown eyes, "I do too."

"You do?" he said.

"Why would you think I wouldn't? I wouldn't risk it all for a one-time thing. I like you Toto, a lot. Christ knows we spend enough time with each other."

Toto smiled, dimples forming, "I'm glad you say that. I like you a lot too."

"Well, glad that's settled then, shall we go and get a bite to eat?" you suggested.

MONDAY AM

As you walked into your office on Monday morning, you felt nervous for the first time in a long time. You'd discussed with Toto a game plan on what to say to George and Rosie, making your mission first thing to put some time in with them. Sophie, your ever-helpful EA, had been curious why you, Toto, George and Rosie had needed to urgently meet on a Monday morning as you didn't normally call meetings first thing, let alone with such a random assortment of people. You were grateful for her but sometimes she asked too many questions for her own good.

"Toto wants to discuss George's participation in Drive to Survive." you lied.

"But why does Rosie need to be there? Surely Emily should be there too?" asked Sophie.

She had a point as Emily was George's press officer. You quickly thought on your feet, "No, just Rosie for this one, she has been assisting me closely on the scripts for the talking heads."

"Oh, I see, that makes sense. Are you sure you don't want me to add Emily? Or I can take minutes?"

"Honestly, it's fine Sophie, Rosie will take minutes," you said, trying not to get annoyed as Sophie was only trying to help.

"No worries, I've just checked with Lara and ten thirty works for Toto."

Feigning surprise, you thanked Sophie, "Great, thank you for sorting that out." Of course, you knew full well that Toto could do ten thirty as you'd discussed it last night over a glass of wine.

"No problem, is there anything else?"

"No, that's all for now, thank you Sophie." you bid your assistant goodbye as she left your office.

Rosie had of course texted you last night. You were close and you felt extra awkward as you had outright lied to her before.

Did we hear what we thought we just heard?

You hadn't wanted to reply without Toto so left it at that.

Hey Rosie, let's catch up tomorrow. I'm so sorry. X

Ever the understanding friend, she had replied with a simple.

Oh God, I hope you are okay! I'm sorry if we ruined anything. Speak tomorrow x

Ten-thirty came around quickly and as you made your way next door to Toto's office you were relieved to see that he was sitting at his desk alone. As you shut the door behind you he looked up and smiled at you, peering over his round glasses.

"So..." he said awkwardly, "How did you sleep?"

Taking the seat opposite him you grimaced, "I won't lie, I didn't have the best night's sleep, how about you?"

"Four hours tops." he sighed, taking off his glasses and leaning forward to look into your eyes, "You still look beautiful, how do you do it?"

Shaking your head you replied, "I really don't but I'll take the compliment." Aware of Toto's glass-walled office you discreetly reached out for his hand across the desk, "Don't fret, you're his boss, what's he going to say?"

Toto looked worried, "I worry that he will lose respect for me..."

"Hey, am I that hideous?" you said.

"I'm not going to warrant such a silly question with an answer," he cooed, "What's the saying? You don't shit where you eat?"

"You and your beautiful analogies," you rolled your eyes, dropping his hand as you spied George walking towards the door out of the corner of your eye.

Toto stood up to greet George, gesturing for him to sit down on the chair beside you.

"Hello George, how are you today?"

Looking incredibly awkward, George managed a quiet "Good thank you, and yourselves?"

"Good." you and Toto replied in unison.

Trying to break the tension Toto fussed around pulling up another chair to his side of the desk, gesturing you to move "Do you want to come here so Rosie has a seat when she comes?"

"Sure," you said, offering George a sympathetic look. Poor guy was probably scarred for life. Thankfully Rosie came in, looking less worried than her boyfriend.

"Morning," she said chirpily, taking your recently vacated seat next to George.

"Good morning," said Toto, sitting back in his chair and folding his hands in his lap. "So I don't want to make this too painful but we have the elephant in the room. First of all, I wanted to say how sorry I am, I don't know how it happened as I am certain I hung up, but you shouldn't have had to hear what you overheard. I hope you don't think lowly of us." he paused, "Secondly, this is not the way we wanted you to find out but recently we have become romantically involved and would appreciate your discretion on this. It's new and I'm hoping it will be something long-term..."

"Eee," Rosie squealed, barely containing her joy.

"Rosie!" you hissed as Toto looked rather taken aback.

"Well that's not the reaction I expected, thank you for your blessing Rosie." Toto smiled. "Like I was saying, we're hoping to go the distance but it's new and I would appreciate this not going beyond this room."

"Of course," said Rosie. "For what it's worth, I'm really happy for you. You protected George and me in the early days and we'll obviously do the same."

George had still not said a single word and you saw Rosie give him a not-so-subtle kick under the desk.

"We won't tell anyone," he said blankly, less enthusiastically than his girlfriend.

"Thank you both," said Toto curtly, his brow furrowed as he tried to scrutinise the young driver.

"Toto," said George quietly.

"Yes?"

"How long has this been going on?"

Toto looked at you for guidance on what to say before you sighed, knowing it was time to fess up. "Not long, since Montreal. It's very new."

George and Rosie exchanged a look, before George answered carefully, "I see, did it happen by any chance when you both missed the team dinner?"

You smiled weakly, "I don't want to scar you with the details but yes, we got talking and one thing led to another." You shot an apologetic glance towards Rosie but you needn't have worried as she couldn't have looked happier at your admissions.

Toto blushed, clearly casting his memory back to that night. It had been unexpected but certainly memorable.

"Knew it. And you being weird to each other on the plane, were you trying to hide it?" George continued his line of questioning.

You both nodded.

"I see."

You exchanged a glance with Toto, not sure what to make of George's interrogation.

"George, I am sorry you had to find out this way, and Rosie too," Toto said, sighing.

"It's okay," said George, looking down at his feet before looking up with a glint in his eye and adding "You sounded like you were having a great time."

It was your turn to blush, you still struggled to recall what you'd said in the moment but you knew it had to have been spicy. For once in his life, Toto was speechless and his mouth dropped open at George's cheeky comment.

"George!" exclaimed Rosie, playfully slapping him on the shoulder, making him break out into a wide smile.

You smiled gratefully at Rosie for breaking the tension and decided it was time to wrap this meeting up, "Well I'm glad you're not too scarred."

"Oh no, I am," said George, "I need therapy and ear bleach."

"Very funny," said Toto.

George grinned away at his boss, content with making him squirm with embarrassment. "It's okay Toto, we're all human and to be honest, I wasn't that surprised. Everybody has been saying you two should get together."

Toto's eyebrows shot up, "Who's everybody?"

George exchanged a panicked look with Rosie, "Um, just a few people."

"Which people?" you interjected.

"Well..." George started to talk but was interrupted by a knock on the door. It was Lara of all people.

Toto looked a little annoyed but called out, "Yes, come in."

Lara opened the door and strode in, greeting you all with a nod, "Good morning all, I am so sorry to interrupt but I have Ola on the other line. He says it's urgent."

"Fine, I'll take it," said Toto.

"Great, I'll put him through," said Lara, making an exit.

"We'll leave you in peace then." you said, turning to Toto, "Glad we talked."

"Thank you, and thank you both for being so understanding." Toto said, sighing as his conference phone started to ring, "I had better take this."

"Thank you, Toto, see you later," said George, getting up. "Yes thank you, Toto," said Rosie, "See you soon."

You met Toto's eyes softly and smiled as he picked up the phone and mouthed, "See you."

As you made your way out of his office and into yours, you caught up with George and Rosie.

"Thank you both," you said kindly, "We appreciate it."

"Honestly it's fine." said George, "If anything it gave us a laugh yesterday. Our Sunday was very dull compared to yours."

You blushed again, "Jesus, you're never going to let us live this down are you."

"Nope," the young couple said in unison.

"Right, well I'd better go and get some work done, I'll see you both later," you said as you opened your office door.

"Yes, and we'll have a full debrief later," said Rosie.

You sighed, "Of course."

– – –

The rest of the morning was filled with meetings and it wasn't until later in the day that you managed to catch up with Rosie. You were strictly supposed to be meeting to discuss an upcoming media day but inevitably the conversation began with the morning's meeting.

"I'm sorry about this morning, Toto was mortified and so am I. And I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, it was brand new..." you began.

"Honestly don't worry about it, we're all adults and I understand why you didn't want to spill yet. I just want the juicy details. From what we heard he sounds good." said Rosie, a grin forming,. "When you say you got together in Montreal did you sleep together? What we heard didn't sound like the first time."

You paused, knowing that Toto wouldn't want you to share too much, "You are awful. For the record, yes, I spent the night in his room, yes we had sex and no you are not getting any further details."

"Oooh." said Rosie, "But I bet he's good, no?"

"Jeez, you are not going to let this go are you." you groaned, "You have to swear to me that you're not going to tell a soul, and if you do I will assign you all transcription duties from now until the end of next season."

"Deal," said Rosie.

"Okay, well yes he knows what he's doing." you said, "Happy?" "Knew it." she said smugly, "I wish I could get George to do what I think he was doing."

"Rosie!" you exclaimed, "Thank you for that vision."

"Sorry, just saying though," said Rosie.

You laughed, "You are terrible, you know that right?"

"Yes, it's why you love me." said Rosie, opening up her notebook, "So about this media day..."

SATURDAY PM

As your office was so close to Silverstone, the weekend so far had been well and truly a home Grand Prix. The media day on Thursday had been busy, as had Free Practice on Friday but it was nice being able to go home and sleep in your own bed as opposed to a hotel. By the time Saturday rolled around you were feeling refreshed and ready to tackle whatever challenges the day threw at you.

Unfortunately, qualifying had been somewhat of a disaster with Lewis' engine blowing out and the garage scrambling to get the car ready in time for the race. He'd managed a paltry P14 and ran the risk of a penalty if too many parts were changed. George hadn't fared much better, barely scraping P8. Toto had been inundated with post-qualifying media requests, all wanting to be involved in the drama.

Finishing up one last interview with Sky, you both returned to Toto's office for a debrief. As Toto sat down opposite you, he bowed his head and ran his hands through his hair, something you now knew meant that he was feeling stressed.

"What a fuck-up." he said, frustrated with the outcome.

"Don't say that, we've come back from worse," you said, trying to reassure him.

"This is bad, we can't afford to fuck up like this."

Getting up out of your chair you made your way across to Toto, putting an arm around him and stroking his shoulder, trying to ease out the tension, "The team is working on it. Yes, we might be here all night but they're a brilliant bunch of guys and they'll sort it. You have the best driver in the world in the car tomorrow, if anyone will make up the points it's Lewis."

Toto looked up at you and smiled resignedly, "You're much more optimistic than me. I have to think about the worst possible outcome."

"There's my little ray of sunshine," you laughed, bending down to kiss him gently. Just as you were mid-peck, Toto's door burst open to reveal a harassed-looking Lara.

"Oh." said Lara, "I can come back, I didn't know you had company"

You leapt up, taking a wide step away from Toto.

"Well, that's a bit late now, isn't it?" said Toto bluntly.

"Indeed," said Lara, her expression unreadable.

Feeling incredibly awkward you shuffled around to the other side of Toto's desk, unsure of what Lara was going to say next.

"Look, I know that you are well aware that we are close but there have been recent developments..." Toto said, pausing as if choosing his words carefully, "We have grown very fond of each other and we've started seeing each other outside of work."

Lara raised her eyebrows, "Oh, I see." She turned to you, shooting you a particularly dirty look before muttering under her breath, "Now everything makes sense."

"What makes sense Lara?" you said, immediately ready to unleash your temper. Lara was always full of snide remarks to you and your team but was always sneaky enough to refrain in front of her boss.

Looking annoyed, Toto stood up, using his imposing height to his full advantage,, "Sorry, I did not catch that."

Lara turned back towards her boss, seemingly oblivious to his bubbling anger, "I don't want to misstep here Toto but everyone says she only got the job because she's young and pretty."

"Who is this everyone?" said Toto, a vein starting to pop in his forehead.

"Everyone in the paddock," said Lara, folding her arms smugly before turning back to you "They've seen the way she flirts with everybody, wearing the tightest uniform she could find."

Toto took a step forward, "Get out."

"Excuse me?" said Lara, taken aback.

"You heard me, get out." said Toto, "Never insinuate that. We hired her because she was a good fit for the team. I have never been so insulted in my life."

"Toto, that's not what I was saying," Lara said, now desperately trying to backtrack.

"I know what you were trying to say," Toto said, his tone level but his eyes narrowed with anger.

"Look, whatever this is, I didn't see anything," said Lara holding her hands up.

"Okay." said Toto flatly, "Please apologise."

"Why?" said Lara indignantly.

"Lara, you are on thin ice. I am this close to going down to HR and telling them what happened. I don't seem to remember you being so judgmental when I caught you sucking Ed's dick on the beach in Zandvoort, but maybe you've forgotten that?"

You were stunned, Toto had never told you this story. It explained Lara's strange attitude, knowing that your boss had witnessed you going down on one of the mechanics would definitely throw the dynamic out.

"Toto, that's low." said Lara, "It was a one-time thing. I thought we agreed to never bring it up, especially not in front of company."

"I am not going to have you chastise me for doing something when you did something ten times worse. And I'm not going to stand by and let you insult someone who I care very deeply about" Toto came to your side, resting his arm behind you.

Sensing she was defeated Lara conceded, "Fine, you do whatever you want, I won't judge. I think you could do better though Toto, she's not all that."

You could now feel Toto shaking with rage behind you, "What did you just say?"

Lara shrugged, "I just think you could do better. Why would you want this short thing that looks like she's been around the block and then some?"

At that it was your turn to fly off the handle, "I'm sorry Lara but what the fuck is your problem? Do you have a thing for Toto?"

"Of course not." Lara hissed as there was suddenly a knock at the door. "Fuck, that's Lewis and George, that's why I came up here. They wanted to talk to you."

Toto dropped his arm from behind you and took a step back, "Lara, we will pick up this discussion later."

"Fine," she huffed.

"We will talk. Well, why are you just standing there, let them in," commanded Toto.

"I'm going to leave you in peace," you said, trying to edge out past Lara as she opened the door.

"Hey guys, everything okay?" said Lewis.

"Yes thank you, I was just leaving, I'll be next door if you need me, with Lara," you said firmly.

"Fine," said Lara, still sulking.

"Hi guys," said George cheerily, his smile dropping when he clocked the stony faces in the room.

"Hello." said Toto, very seriously, "What can I do for you?"

As you closed the door you took one last look at Toto, who looked positively livid, with not a trace of the warmth that normally danced across his face. He had a scary temper and you were always glad to not be on the receiving end. You silently wished Lewis and George luck knowing that he was not going to be receptive to whatever they had to say.

Making your way out into the office outside of yours and Toto's, you turned to Lara, "Lara, look I'm sorry about that. I really am, it was unprofessional of me but he is stressed and I was just trying to help."

Lara huffed, "I have to deal with him when he's stressed but I tend to not shove my tongue down his throat."

"For fuck's sake, it was a quick peck Lara, calm down," you said exasperated.

"Oh that's interesting, who else do you do this with?" she said sassily.

"What is your problem? Honestly, do you have a thing for Toto?"

"Of course I don't. Better you than me on that one."

"So why are you so upset?"

"Because you don't know the amount of shit he has given me for the Ed incident." she said, suddenly lowering her voice, "He has held that above me for three years, one fuck up and I just know he'll go to HR."

"Toto's not like that." you said, shaking your head, "There must be more to it."

"Ed's married," she said. "Toto said he'd tell his wife if he ever went near me or any other woman in the team again."

Your eyes widened, "Oh."

"Oh indeed," said Lara, "As I said, it was a one-time thing, you know how drunk everyone gets in Zandvoort. We went to the beach in the evening and one thing led to another and you know... and then who the fuck takes a beach walk at night alone. Toto scared the hell out of us, coming looming out of the dark. I get why he was angry but he got personal when he shouldn't have stuck his nose in."

"I see," you said, still trying to figure Lara out. Now it made sense why she was not particularly friendly with the rest of the team, "Look, we all make mistakes. I'm sure he was just trying to protect you."

"But it's so chauvinistic, I don't need protecting. And now I find out he's a filthy hypocrite. The lecture he gave Ed and me about not starting relationships with co-workers and I find out he's doing it."

"I understand why you're upset. Let's let him cool off and we'll talk again later? For now, I'd really appreciate you keeping things quiet."

"Who am I going to tell?" said Lara, shrugging her shoulders.

– – –

SUNDAY AM

You woke up early on Sunday morning, thoroughly exhausted having stayed at the track until four thirty, waiting for the car to be repaired and everyone to be happy. You hadn't needed to stay but thought it best to diffuse the Lara situation as soon as possible. When you'd finally gone back to speak with Toto he was much more relaxed and had even apologised to Lara for his previous behaviour. More shockingly, Lara had returned to your office at eleven o'clock at night with a hot chocolate as a peace offering and apologised profusely. You still couldn't figure her out but it seemed that she was willing to keep quiet for now.

It was a bizarre situation, you barely knew what Toto's intentions were but had found yourself defending your fledgling relationship twice in the first week. You hoped it wasn't an omen for things to come as you were starting to fall hard for the man.

As you made your way through the paddock you felt uneasy seeing how well-rested the other teams looked. No one else had had car issues like Lewis and you couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy towards your fresh-faced Ferrari counterpart who probably enjoyed a good eight hours of sleep. When you finally made it to your office you poked your head around Toto's door to find his office empty.

Morning, are you down in the garage? X

You'd barely put your phone down when it buzzed with Toto's reply.

Morning beautiful, yes, they asked me down for some final tweaks. Let me know when you need me for Sky. x

You smiled, he was a very diligent Team Principal and it wasn't a rare occurrence for him to be down in the thick of the action. His first media appearance wasn't until noon so you had plenty of time to push on with your work for the day.

SUNDAY PM

The afternoon's race had been a stark contrast to the previous day's disaster. Lewis had put in a heartstopping drive and had fought his way all the way to P2, with George not too far behind at P3. You watched from the edge of your seat in the garage as the laps ticked over, Lewis edging closer and closer to the race leader, Max Verstappen.

Against all odds, your team were in for a double podium finish and the mood in the garage was electrifying. It was lap forty out of fifty-two and things were on the up, however, little did you all know that they were about to get even better.

Verstappen had pushed his tyres to the absolute limit having gone on a different strategy to Lewis and George, relying on an undercut that never came to fruition. Lewis and George were gaining on him and fast. The battle that ensued was one that would surely go down in the history books as Lewis spectacularly overtook his arch-rival on the second to last lap. The applause from the home crowd was thunderous and you couldn't believe your eyes as George perfectly executed the same move on the last lap. From P14 and P8 to P1 and P2 at their home Grand Prix.

You couldn't have dreamed of a better result and everyone in the garage was beaming. As the chequered flag was waved, Toto leapt up and scooped you up in his arms, lifting you in the air and spinning around, unable to contain his joy, much to the amusement of all those around you. As he put you back down on the floor, you saw a few bemused faces behind Toto and Lara smirking away as she clapped for her team. Maybe she wasn't so bad after all.

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Sleeping in Style: Choosing the Perfect Divan Double Bed for Your Bedroom

Your bedroom is your sanctuary, a place of relaxation and rejuvenation. Among all the furniture pieces in your room, the bed stands out as the centerpiece, providing comfort and support for a good night's sleep. If you're looking for the perfect double bed that combines style, functionality, and comfort, a divan double bed could be your ideal choice. In this blog, we will explore the world of divan double beds, their benefits, and how to choose the perfect one for your bedroom. Read More

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Discover the Perfect Armchair for Every Room with FW Homestores’ Exclusive Collection

When it comes to finding the right armchair in the UK, FW Homestores offers a wide variety that caters to all tastes and needs. From small armchairs in the UK for cozy spaces to reclining armchairs in the UK for added comfort, FW Homestores ensures that there’s an armchair for every corner of your home. Whether you’re searching for a swivel armchair in the UK to add flexibility to your living space or a high-back armchair in the UK for optimal support, you’ll find everything you need to make your home comfortable and stylish.

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Wardrobe Set UK: The Ideal Storage Solution for Every Room 

It is really easy to keep your room organized, provided one has appropriate storage furniture. The wardrobe set is basically a practical and stylish solution for organizing your apparel, accessories, and lots more. From modern gray wardrobe sets to functional wardrobe and drawers sets, there is something that might complement any style and suit any purpose. Indeed, with a number of designs at your disposal, selecting an appropriate wardrobe has never been easier.

What is a wardrobe set?

More than anything, the set will have accompanying furniture that matches with the wardrobe, which might include drawers or even bedside tables. These are good for creating a cohesive design while maximizing storage space.

Types of Wardrobe 

There are several types of wardrobe to fit different preferences and spaces:

Single wardrobe: These include a single wardrobe with matching drawers and are ideal in compact accommodation.

Double Wardrobe: Large-sized wardrobes with additional storage facilities such as shelves and hanging rails.

Grey Wardrobe: Fashioned in the most modern and stylish ways, these have a sleek grey finish to blend with the decoration of any room.

Advantages of opting for a set of wardrobe and drawers:

A set of wardrobe and drawers holds a host of advantageous points favoring it as a sensible choice:

Coordinated Design: Matching furniture gives your room a consistent appearance.

Additional Drawers: More drawers provide additional storage for folded attire or other personal accessories.

Time-Saving: Purchasing a complete set saves time rather than choosing different pieces.

Features of a Wardrobe Drawers Set

A wardrobe drawer set is not only designed for functionality but also for great taste. Common features of every wardrobe drawer set generally include:

Ample Drawers: These are very handy for storing anything ranging from socks and belts to pajamas.

Adjustable Shelves: These are flexible such that one can store items of various sizes or volumes.

Hanging Rails: Excellent for keeping dresses, shirts, and suits wrinkle-free.

Why Choose Grey as the Color of Your Wardrobe?

A gray wardrobe set remains one of the popular choices for modern homes. Here is why:

Neutral Color: Grey complements most color schemes, making it versatile.

Sleek Finish: This provides an elegant look and adds a touch to any room with sophistication.

Durability: Most of the gray wardrobes are made from quality materials, hence giving durable service.

Wardrobes for Small Spaces

A set of wardrobe drawers is ideal for much smaller areas and will keep you organized, along with uncluttering the space. Look for compact designs boasting slim profiles or sliding doors to save space. Excel in the use of a single wardrobe for small bedrooms, too.

How to Choose the Best One SET of Wardrobe

Take note of the following below in choosing a wardrobe UK:

Room Size: Take the room's dimensions to be sure that the wardrobe will comfortably fit.

Storage Need: Consider what you are going to need for storage and choose accordingly. Choose a set that has enough compartments.

Design Style: Select your wardrobe that would coordinate with the design of your bedroom-be it modern or traditional.

Material: Durable materials like wood and metal are used to ensure its long-lasting quality.

Gray Wardrobe Set: Where Fashion Meets Function

Grey is a fantastic color to give the modern and chic look to your bedroom wardrobe. You can choose from various styles that include a high-gloss finish for an ultimate sleek look, or you may go for matte textures for a subtle and understated vibe. Complement your grey wardrobe with matching furniture to complete the design of the room.

Complete Wardrobes with Extras

Some wardrobes include additional features to enhance their functionality:

Mirrored Doors are great for small rooms since mirrors create the illusion of making rooms larger while serving a functional or practical purpose.

Integrated lighting means that there is a provision of LED lights inside the wardrobe that make digging out items quite easier.

Sliding doors are ideal for tight areas where a normal door would clutter the view.

Benefits of having a wardrobe and drawers set

A set of wardrobe and drawers means much more than just looking good; it's all about practical storage that keeps everything in its place. The combination of hanging space with drawers makes organizing any of your stuff, whether clothes or accessories, really easy to do.

Organizing Your Wardrobe

Maximize these wardrobe drawers sets with the following organizing tips:

Categorize and Group: Keep similar items together, like shirts on hangers and socks in drawers.

Use Dividers: Place dividers in drawers for separating smaller items.

Rotate Seasonal Clothes: Store off-season clothes in the least accessible areas to release space.

Label the drawers: Labeling does much to assist in finding what they want quickly in shared wardrobes.

Family Wardrobes

The sets are ideal for families; hence, they comfortably serve several people with a number of clothes and accessories. Go for larger wardrobes with extra drawers to help suffice your family needs.

Maintenance Tips for Your Wardrobe

Especially for keeping your wardrobe looking great and in good working order, here are some really simple maintenance hints:

Clean regularly: dust the surfaces, varnish, and clean the mirrors.

Fixtures and Fittings: Hinges and Rails: Ensure the doors and drawers open and close easily.

Avoid Overload: Never overload your wardrobe because it will have long-term damage.

Wardrobes for Guest Rooms

A wardrobe is one of those considerate touches to a guest room that will help your visitors store some things and add a decorative feel to the room. Go for compact designs or gray wardrobes for style and functionality.

Children's Room Wardrobes

A wardrobe and drawers set will help organize toys, clothes, and school items in children's rooms. Look for durable designs with bright finishes or fun patterns to match the theme of the room.

Conclusion

A wardrobe set UK should be an ideal way to merge style with functionality in the bedroom or guest room. Be it a gray wardrobe set, a set of wardrobe drawers, or a full wardrobe and drawers set; each piece of furniture offers optimum storage and harmonizes with the whole design. From modern style fashion to traditional options, there is a wardrobe set that will fit anyone's needs. Explore your options today as you find that perfect wardrobe for keeping space neat yet stylish.

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Using Bone Inlay Console Tables to Create an Opulent Look

For generations, people have treasured bone inlay furniture because of its exquisite craftsmanship, cultural importance, and opulent appearance. Particularly appealing are console tables with bone inlay, which can give any space a dramatic, opulent feel. Both modern and traditional rooms benefit from the elegance that their elaborate patterns and fine skill convey. You can buy bone inlay table in UK to access a variety of types and designs for individuals who want to incorporate this timeless style into their homes. Let's explore how console tables with bone inlay add to the opulence of your house and the best design strategies to maximize this investment.

1. Why Are Console Tables with Bone Inlay Luxurious?

Craftsmanship: Hours of meticulous labor go into creating each piece of bone inlay by hand. For a smooth, long-lasting finish, artisans meticulously arrange fragments of bone (or materials from ethical sources) into patterns before filling them in with resin.

Distinct Patterns and Designs: Since each bone inlay table is handmade, no two are alike. Each table is a useful piece of art thanks to the sophisticated addition of beautiful floral, geometric, or oriental patterns.

Historical Elegance: Furniture with bone inlay has a royal past and is frequently connected to luxury, giving your house a sense of classic grandeur. Purchase a bone inlay table in the UK to discover a range of solutions that complement your decor and achieve this timeless style.

2. How to Add Console Tables with Bone Inlay to Your Decor 

Elegant Entryway: To make a lasting first impression, put a console table with bone inlay in your foyer. For further depth and style, pair it with a mirror or an artwork above.

Living Room Statement: As a decorative focal point in your living room, choose a console with bone inlay. For a well-curated look, place it against an accent wall and decorate it with books, florals, or framed pictures.

Bedroom Sophistication: A console table with bone inlay can be used as a vanity in the bedroom, adding style and providing space for personal belongings and accessories.

3. Style Advice for an Opulent Setting

Add Luxurious Accessories to Layer: To add to the opulent atmosphere, adorn the surface with gold or brass elements, like candlesticks.

Experiment with colors and textures: In addition to the traditional black and white, bone inlay consoles can also be blue, green, or pink. For a unified look, match the color scheme of the table to the décor of the space.

Include Lighting: For ambient lighting, set a table lamp on your console. The room feels cozy and welcoming as the light bounces off the polished inlay, highlighting the intricate designs.

4. Upkeep Advice to Maintain the Style

Gentle Cleaning: Steer clear of aggressive cleansers since bone inlay furniture is delicate. The surface can be gently cleaned with a soft, moist cloth.

Steer clear of direct sunlight as it can deteriorate the colors. To safeguard your console table, place it out of direct sunlight or cover it with drapes.

Keep it Dry: Too much moisture might harm the resin inlay and bone. Make sure the surface is dry, particularly if it will be utilized in a restroom or other similar space.

5. Why Purchase a Console Table with Bone Inlay?

Timeless Appeal: Furniture with bone inlay is always in trend. It's a classic investment that will continue to appear opulent for many years.

Versatile Decor Piece: Bone inlay consoles go in perfectly with any type of decor, whether it's modern, eclectic, or classic. They give any space a sophisticated feel.

Sustainable Option: Buying furniture with bone inlay promotes traditional workmanship and sustainable methods, as many craftspeople utilize materials that are sourced ethically.

Conclusion

A console table with bone inlay is more than just a piece of furniture; it's a declaration of elegance, luxury, and artistry. Consider looking for a bone inlay table in the UK to see the variety of beautiful designs that are available for individuals who would like to add this timeless piece to their homes. Whether it is positioned in your living room, bedroom, or foyer, a console table with bone inlay can add unparalleled luxury to any area.

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How to Pick Mirror Frames That Go with Your Style

Mirrors are not only useful home appliances; they are also strong decorative accents that may improve the atmosphere of any space. Because the frame's style, color, and material may greatly affect the entire design, selecting the ideal mirror frame is crucial to improving the aesthetics of your room. Consider alternatives like the Buy Sunburst mirror UK for a touch of contemporary sophistication if you're searching for a standout piece. Whether you're going for boho flare, modern minimalism, or traditional elegance, here's a guide to choosing mirror frames that best suit your aesthetic.

1. Recognizing Your Style and Space

Think over the design of your space for a bit before choosing a frame option. Is it eclectic, rustic, modern, or traditional? An excellent mirror frame should complement the room's current furnishings, wall colors, and décor. A basic design could work best in a bathroom, while a dramatic frame might work well in an entryway.

Advice: Examine any eye-catching items in the space, such furniture or artwork. Choose a frame that accentuates these features without overpowering them.

2. Classic Elegance: Gilded and Ornate Frames

Gilded and ornate frames are a great option if you're inclined to timeless, traditional décor. These frames, which draw inspiration from classic European designs, may have elaborate carvings, scrollwork, or leaf patterns.

Where It Works Best: Grand entryways, dining rooms, and classic living rooms look great with ornate frames.

Styling Tip: For a unified effect, combine these frames with other opulent components like chandeliers, plush textiles, or vintage artwork.

3. Sleek and Unframed Mirrors in Modern Minimalism

Think of frameless mirrors or mirrors with thin, metal frames for a sleek, modern look. These designs' simplicity may open up a room and give it a light, clutter-free atmosphere. Particularly for minimalist environments, frameless mirrors provide a clear, uncluttered reflection.

Where It Works Best: Bathrooms, bedrooms, or any area where a clean, contemporary aesthetic is desired.

Styling Tip: For a contemporary look, choose mirrors with geometric shapes, such as squares or circles. The minimalist look is enhanced when these mirrors are paired with neutral or monochromatic colors.

4. Natural Frames and Wood for Rustic Charm

Mirrors with wooden frames are a great choice if you have a warm, rustic aesthetic. To add a feeling of organic appeal to the space, use natural textures, faded finishes, or recycled wood.

Where It Works Best: Bohemian, farmhouse, or rustic settings, especially in kitchens, living rooms, and bedrooms.

Styling Tip: To highlight the rustic vibe, try combining wood-framed mirrors with other organic components, such as plants, woven baskets, and stone accents.

5. Metal Frames as an Industrial Edge

Raw materials are essential to industrial décor, and metal-framed mirrors are a fantastic match for this style. When combined with exposed brick, concrete, and other industrial components, dark metal frames—often with a matte or worn finish—add a robust, no-nonsense appeal.

Where It Works Best: Living areas with an industrial, urban style, home offices, or entryways.

Styling Tip: For a structured appearance, choose square or rectangular forms. For a striking presentation, use two metal frames side by side. They also look fantastic in pairs.

6. Creative and Diverse: Vibrant or Textured Frames

Frames with vibrant colors or unusual textures give those who enjoy a whimsical, artistic décor style an opportunity to express their individuality. Mirrors with painted patterns, mosaic tiles, or unusual forms give any space a creative touch.

Where It Works Best: eclectic and bohemian areas, particularly in restrooms, corridors, and living rooms.

Styling Tip: Select frames with vivid hues or textures that go well with the room's other décor pieces, such as striking throw cushions or quirky wall art.

7. Light Frames and Whitewashed Coastal and Nautical Images

Mirrors with bleached or light-toned frames look well in coastal décor, which frequently emphasizes light and airy themes. These frames offer your house a laid-back, beachy vibe that is evocative of sandy beaches and ocean breezes.

Where It Works Best: Living areas, baths, and bedrooms with a coastal theme.

Style Tip: Use light frames with neutral color schemes like sandy or soft blue. To finish the design, add driftwood, seashells, or nautical decorations.

8. Luxurious and Glamourous Mirrors with Metal Frames

Choose mirrors with brass, silver, or gold metallic frames for a glam look. Any room is made more opulent and sparkling by these frames, especially when combined with upscale materials like velvet or marble.

It works well in dressing rooms, bedrooms, or any other location where a little more luxury is desired.

Styling Tip: To add more glitter and heighten the overall glam vibe, use metallic mirrors in light-reflecting places.

Advice on Selecting the Ideal Mirror Frame

Align Your Woods or Metals: For a unified effect, try matching the mirror frame to any other metal or wooden elements in the space.

Think about the frame width and mirror size: Make sure the size and dimensions of the frame match the available area since a huge mirror with a thick frame might overpower a tiny space.

Experiment with Shapes: Don't only use rectangular mirrors. Mirrors that are rounded, oval, or even asymmetrical can improve many designs and provide visual appeal.

Conclusion

The ideal mirror frame may be the final element that unifies your decor, expressing your personal style and the atmosphere you wish to create in your room. Selecting a mirror frame that complements your style will help add harmony and beauty to your house, regardless of your preferences for eclectic artistry, modern minimalism, rustic warmth, or traditional elegance. Therefore, take advantage of the opportunities and use your mirrors to create a chic statement.

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Is Mirrored Furniture Still in Style? A Guide to Modern Elegance

Mirrored furniture is a stylish and sophisticated way to enhance the look of any room. From bedrooms to living rooms, mirrored furniture brings light and depth into spaces, creating a bright and open feel. Adding pieces like a mirrored bedside cabinet, mirrored chest of drawers, or even a mirrored dressing table can transform a room by reflecting natural light, making it appear larger and more inviting. This unique effect of mirrored surfaces is one reason why these pieces are a popular choice in many modern and classic homes alike.

A mirrored bedside cabinet, for example, offers both functionality and elegance. Its reflective surface allows it to blend in seamlessly with any decor while also serving as a practical storage space. Similarly, a mirrored chest of drawers adds not just storage but a touch of luxury to the bedroom, often featuring delicate gold accents or chrome details that elevate its aesthetic. Mirrored dressing tables are another favorite for their charm and utility. They create an inviting space for personal grooming, with reflective surfaces that enhance lighting, perfect for applying makeup or getting ready in style.

For the living room, a mirrored TV unit can be an eye-catching focal point. Its reflective finish works well in minimalist setups or glamorous decor, bringing a hint of sophistication to the entertainment space. Mirrored TV units are often designed with sleek chrome or metal bases, offering a balance between functionality and modern elegance. Another popular piece is the mirrored coffee table, which adds a contemporary look to living areas. With its shining finish and often intricate design features like metal legs or chrome bases, it’s a beautiful piece that makes a statement while providing a practical surface for everyday use.

Each piece of mirrored furniture brings a distinctive look with various design elements, such as gold accents, chrome finishes, or metal bases. These small touches give mirrored furniture an exclusive charm, setting it apart from more traditional furniture options. With a range of designs and styles available, mirrored furniture can suit any room, adding sophistication and visual appeal.

Online furniture stores in the UK offer great deals on furniture, including a variety of mirrored pieces that cater to different tastes and budgets.