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The Unlikely Advocate - Part 4
Just a little backstory to how this little family of a vampire and two witches formed.
PART 1
PART 2
PART 3
Tagged: @sylverdeclermont @christi14 @fanficqueen306 @holamor
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“You fucking asshole!” Eileen hissed viciously at Baldwin, standing by the projection board and over the heads of his underlings at their desks as time and space seemed to evaporate, judging by the frozen nature of their stares.
The silence was broken when four security personnel caught up with her. Two grabbed her roughly by each arm to escort her from the building.
“Do not fucking touch her!” Baldwin roared at them and without a beat, they dropped their hold.
Despite her own anger and feeling of betrayal, Eileen suddenly realised that her actions were indistinguishable from someone knowingly entering a bull-fighting arena whilst wearing top to toe in red.
“In here!” He called back as he retreated to his office.
Everyone stayed frozen, not entirely sure who he’d been speaking to and much too afraid to be mistaken.
A moment later he reappeared at the office door, his gaze focused on Eileen.
“Miss Percy,” he clarified and regarded his still slightly traumatised team, “everyone else back to work.”
Eileen was more than a little aware of the stares she had prompted from the workers, some fascinated by the person who’d given voice to a sentiment they were too afraid to even think, others like she was walking the last few yards to her place of execution. In reality, if they had any notion of how actually dangerous their ball-buster boss really was they would have run a long time ago.
As soon as she’d crossed the threshold, the door closed behind her and Baldwin retreated to lean against his large mahogany desk, folding his arms and watching her intently.
“You lied to me-“ she started.
“I haven’t Miss Percy, which is why this intrusion is unacceptable-“
“How dare you,” she interrupted again, “come over all high and mighty after what you did.”
“What manner of offence do you imagine I committed ?” He asked with a sigh, his patience visibly dissipating.
“Izzy, you told me everything was fine, that the Congregation had ruled to let me keep custody.”
He stood straighter, his fixed gaze more intense.
“Your mother disputed our ruling, if there is a problem you should take it up with her.”
“My mother allied herself with her precious big brother, leader of the witches in Congregation, she still thinks he was used as a scapegoat for your family to grab more power. I haven’t spoken to her since she disowned my sister for accusing him. Why is she even being taken seriously?”
“I promise that she isn’t,” he stepped forward, “she’s not getting near your niece. The way to ensure that is to conduct a proper hearing.”
“You’re choosing an arbiter, some stranger is taking my niece away from me until that’s done!”
“Standard procedure,” he assured, “I have chosen Diana as her guardian during the proceedings, the Congregation have agreed, I simply have not yet been able to reach her today. Once the arrangements were made I was going to inform you.”
“Can...” she stopped, feeling the righteous fury fade to embarrassment at her failure to imagine this option, “can you do that, make Diana her temporary guardian?”
“I assume she is an acceptable choice given your close friendship?”
Eileen nodded mutely, there was no-one in the world she trusted with Izzy more than Diana and Matthew.
“Then if we are done?” His sniping tone had softened slightly. The regard in his expression belied curiosity rather than anger.
“Yes...of course,” she stammered as he stepped close, leaning past her to open the door, “I’m s-“
“We’ll discuss this another time,” he cut off her apology as he stood over her, his frame intimidating as his dark amber eyes fixed her in place.
The encounter stayed with her long after she’d left his offices. Despite her embarrassment at her rash behaviour, she couldn’t help but feel comforted by his easy authority over the situation. Every decision she’d made of late, with regards to taking over the coven, becoming a mother to her fourteen month old niece, she’d second guessed and panicked over, dealing with her mother had been a source of anxiety but the vampire her family had been so wary of was the one fighting them with her.
Also, she knew she’d be lying if she argued she didn’t find him attractive. Objectively, her friend’s husband, Matthew, was a very attractive man but definitely too much of a friend to really lend him the mysterious gravitas as his step-brother.
Also, in such close proximity, Baldwin did smell incredible, leather and firewood, very masculine aromas and despite herself, she felt drawn to his authoritative energy.
Eileen was not looking forward to the journey to France, not nearly as much as all previous social visits. It was not just because she was going to be without her niece for some time but because she would be met there by the vampire whose office she’d stormed just one week prior.
She loaded the gurgling baby into her chair as the doorbell rang. Hoping it was not a neighbour - as she was already behind in regards to time - she opened the door a crack.
That was all her brother’s needed to push the door open harder, knocking her backwards to the ground, splitting her lip.
Isobel started crying in her car seat, loudly.
“You’re weak, just like that Bishop bitch, if you both had your way, we’d all be under the thumb of the vampires.”
“Joshua, not you too-“ Eileen winced as she stood, looking into the eyes of her younger brother, the baby of the family was now angry and hateful, just like her elder sibling Mark.
“Don’t talk to him,” Mark sneered, “you only talk lies, we won’t let you take another family member away.”
He made to move towards Isobel but Eileen rushed to stand in his way.
“Lies? Like how our uncle, capturing witches and supplying them to a sadistic madman for rape and torture?” She yelled and felt the strike of a hand on her cheek.
“Yes, lies, you misled our dear departed sister with your false accusations, her blood is on your hands.”
“He killed our sister, Knox did, she was the one who figured out he was behind the disappearances. The de Clermont’s suffered just as much at Fuch’s hands, they were not in league with him.”
“You whore,” he grabbed her hair, “has he had you, is that why he’s taken such an interest?”
“Who?”
“Who do you fucking think? Montclair!”
“No.”
“We’ll see,” Mark nodded at Joshua, “she always sucked at keeping her mind protected, hold her.”
Joshua hesitated.
“We were meant to just take the baby, not hurt her.”
“It only hurts if you fight it, you should know that, little brother.”
“Don’t listen to him Josh.”
“Shut up!” Mark shoved her against the wall.
She waited for the sickening thud of her skull striking the hard surface but it didn’t.
Opening her eyes, she realised she was no longer looking into her malice driven brother’s gaze but a concerned Baldwin who had shielded her head with his hand, preventing the injury.
The same could not be said for Mark, lying and groaning amidst a mess of splintered bookcase and it’s contents.
Joshua, frozen in fear up until now moved to go towards him but was stopped by a growl from her saviour before he turned his attention to her.
“I’m going to attend to your sister now,” he spoke to her attackers as he looked her over, “I suggest you not be here when I turn.”
Mark made to rush Baldwin but he was suddenly frozen in place before being threw out the door, Joshua running after him as the door slammed and locked behind them.
Baldwin turned back to Eileen stunned, he had no idea she possessed such power.
He was unable to query it as he found her unconscious but with her breathing steady and her heart rate at the pace it usually was, higher than most but normal for her, he decided it best to just let her rest.
Isobel had quietened down since the commotion and was now staring at Baldwin as he gently placed Eileen on the sofa, her gaze held a silent calculation. Then, her arms outstretched, demanding to be picked up.
“You don’t have the genetic markers for Witch Wind Eileen,” Matthew looked over the blood work he’d conducted shortly after she joined their conventicle, “fire and earth yes but not witch wind.”
“So what does that mean?” She asked.
“We think you leant your power to Isobel, she has the markers and you have a genetic connection through your sister, the earth marker.” Diana explained.
“Not intentionally, I’d never just put it all on her so I can peace out and nap while she’s alone and scared.”
Diana smiled a little and nodded to Rebecca ‘serving’ empty plastic cups of tea to Isobel and Baldwin, the latter with Isobel still at ease on his arm.
“She wasn’t alone, she knew she was safe, as were you.”
“He’s so much better with kids than adults,” Matthew shook his head in bewilderment at the family head, “it’s very strange.”
“She’s very taken with him,” Eileen agreed.
“Obviously runs in the family.” Diana commented to an exasperated eye-roll from her friend.
Eileen flicked through the photo’s on the iPad, those and her daily FaceTime ‘chats’ with her niece being the only thing to keep her sane after a week without her.
She didn’t even have the comfort of familiar surroundings as Baldwin insisted she stay in one of his guest bedrooms, given the hostility of her family.
As grateful as she was for his help, she found the situation increasingly difficult in some ways.
For over a year, her sole focus had been her niece, protecting and taking care of her, her own needs secondary. She didn’t begrudge this, she didn’t even think about it. Now, with nothing to do or focus on, Eileen found herself at a loose end and attracted to her friend’s brother.
That has to be breaking some code.
Still, the memory of Baldwin’s cold and firm touch cradling her head from impacting the wall stayed with her, making her consider just how that same strong hand would feel around her throat as he took her on the long table of the dining room.
A guilty flush made her shake her head involuntarily. Sex was not something she’d been shy about agreeing to in the past but she was out of practice, now she might as well be a nun staring at a well-endowed statue a bit too long.
A shower, she needed a shower.
The hot water helped give some semblance of peace to her mind but did not assuage her desire and she dipped her hand down between her thighs to aid in easing her frustration.
She was close, in a very short span of time, making up for months of neglecting that aspect of herself when the tell-tale sound of her phone sounded in the bedroom.
She hastily ended the shower, dried off and rough towelled her hair before throwing on a silk dressing gown.
The phone had stopped before she reached it.
“Dammit!” She swore.
It came alive again in her hand.
Mother.
She couldn’t tamp down the boiling anger, not enough to stop herself doing the one thing Baldwin ordered her not to do.
Answer the call.
By the time she’d taken the breath needed to cuss the woman out, the phone was in Baldwin’s hand at the far side of the room.
He emphatically hit the hang up button and placed the device on the table.
“So that lock really is just for show,” she accused, gesturing to the door of Baldwin’s guest room.
“Every call from your mother is monitored, you know that, and I did tell you to not to speak to her.”
He was focused on her face, not the sheer dressing gown stuck against her still slightly damp skin. His gaze was deliberate, as though his will was employed in avoiding so much as a glance at her body.
“I did not give you permission to enter.” She went to the door and opened it, “please leave.”
“As you wish,” he shrugged, picking up the phone, “but this comes with me.”
“You can’t,” she stood in front of the door, blocking his exit, “I need that”.
Eileen made a grab for the phone but he managed to hold it just out of reach.
“You cannot be trusted.” He explained.
“I can-“
“Whatever you say to your mother could be used as an argument to give her custody, I’m trying to protect you, and the child.”
“I don’t need your protection!”
“And I really don’t care what you think you need, in this situation I know better.”
“You are an arrogant prick!”
“Indeed I am, and will continue to be so until you accept my guidance in this matter.”
“You’re asking me to trust you?”
“Not at all,” he stepped closer to her, “I’m telling you to do as I say.” His gaze was now fixated on her throbbing jugular vein.
“And if I want your help with my family I have to obey, right?”
“Yes, but more important than that,” he reached up and gently moved a lock of hair obstructing his view of her neck, “you want to.”
“You have no idea what I want.”
“I do, only you’re afraid to ask for it,” he grasped her throat, firmly but not tight enough to hurt, “tell me to stop.”
Her hands clasped his wrist and forearm through instinct but still well aware this would do nothing to save her if his goal was to harm her.
“I’m not afraid of you.” She hissed in defiance.
“That much is clear,” he taunted, lips centimetres from her own, “tell me to stop.”
“No.”
“Then tell me what you need?”
Her gaze flickered from his eyes to his mouth, willing him to close the distance, kiss her, fuck her, bite her even, she wasn’t certain.
“I-“ she hesitated.
Baldwin pressed his lips gently onto hers, not allowing her to pull him in for more as he set the pace, maddeningly slow, before pulling away, causing her to release a whine of frustration.
“I can leave if you want me to, you need only stay silent.”
”No.”
“No what?”
“I don’t want you to leave.”
“Then you’ll trust me, put yourself in my hands from now until sunrise?”
“S-sunrise?”
It was only six-thirty, sunrise was in at least twelve hours, she had to wonder what he had in mind.
“Can you do that? Relinquish all responsibility and concern and simply obey?”
The seductive abilities of vampires were well known to witches, humans mistakenly attributed hypnotic properties to what they deemed the fictional creatures.
“Yes.”
“Excellent,” he leant forward and placed a kiss on her forehead, “get ready, we have a table booked for dinner in an hour.”
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Baldwin’s Nightingale (Part 1)
Characters: Baldwin Montclair/OC
Timeframe: Before the S1 Finale, TV Show canon only (haven’t read the books yet)
Summary: Daemon violinist Alisha Black meets the enigmatic Baldwin Montclair during the intermission of a performance and finds herself trusting him after he intervenes with a disgruntled former colleague.
Tag requests: Christi14
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Once was unusual, twice was disconcerting but the presence of a vampire at three of Alisha’s Concerta’s firmly falls into the category of alarming.
Unfortunately, the short smoke break in the alley behind the concert hall wasn’t quite helping to lower her stress level.
Having made first chair in the philharmonic she was already hyper aware of just how much rested on her and as a daemon, attention from any other creature, witch or vampire was entirely unwelcome.
It was definitely the same vampire, their stare was distinctive compared to the few she had experienced. Usually it felt like a focused, cold, laser but this was different. It was unnerving in how not unpleasant it was. Under the hot lights of the stage, the gentle blanket of loose packed, soft snow was welcome.
Hey,” the irate voice was all too familiar and it shook her from her reverie, “you’re blocking my calls now?” Alisha looks up to see Angelo approach.
Of all the problems she thought she’d have to deal with that night, a pissed off former first chair was not one of them.
“What are you doing here?” Alisha rolls her eyes in annoyance, not in the mood.
“I wanted to apologise, actually, but since you blocked my calls-“
“Bullshit,” Alisha hits back, “this is a very small business we’re in and I happen to know that you’re struggling to get a place anywhere.”
Angelo’s jaw clenches.
“I’m an idiot, I was up my own ass and when you got the chair it floored me, I said some things I regret. Please don’t ruin my career over a stupid mistake.”
“I’m not ruining anything, you chose to quit without notice and if nobody’s hiring you’ve only got yourself to blame. Now, please leave and do not contact me again.”
She only got the door open a small crack before he slammed it closed and pushed her against the hard brick wall of the alley, her knee connecting with the uneven masonry, causing her to full to her knees.
“Who the fuck are y-“ she heard him start from behind her, followed by a yelp of terror then nothing for a few seconds.
Here,” a second male, a voice she didn’t recognise, offered his hand from behind her. The scent of his expensive, subtle, aftershave joined the familiar, cool greeting of his gaze, “let me help you.”
She accepted his hand, cold, strong, and surprisingly gentle as he helped her to her feet.
When she turned to see her saviour, in full suit, long coat it hit her that he was the vampire she had sensed, it was him.
Him.
Doesn’t quite describe his presence and that is what hits her first. His aura, a warrior, a protector and a leader all in one.
“Where’s Angelo?” She blurts out, her mind blank to everything else.
“Does he know where you live?“ He asks, ignoring her question.
“Not as far as I know, why?”
“He ran off and although I’m not anticipating his return, I’ll have Jonathan add more security.”
“Jonathan, the company director?”
“Of course.” His eyes fixed hers before he glances down at her grazed knee.
“Baldwin Montclair,” he answers simply and she feels her breath catch in her throat as her heart thumps.
Not only is he a vampire but the head of the oldest and most powerful vampire family, the De Clermonts.
“You know who I am.” It wasn’t a question and she knew it, he could obviously hear the frenetic pace of her heartbeat.
“And that you’re...yeah, I know who you are, which is why I should deal with this.” She gestured to the cut on her knee.
“Nonsense, I can control myself,” he reaches inside his jacket to produce a crisp, white, monogrammed handkerchief, “may I?”
She nods wordlessly and watch him go down on one knee before her, like a knight. He takes her hand and places it on his shoulder.
“For balance.” He explained and with one fluid motion he flicks off her heel and lifts her leg to rest her bare foot on his knee.
The dress she had chosen was just covering the graze and he glanced up, looking for her permission to move it which she also nodded at, whilst swallowing hard.
“It’s important to me that you say it.” He explains, patiently, his request for express consent harkening back to a more Chivalric time.
“Yes, Mr Montclair.” She answers as he carefully folds the hem of the dress away from the graze.
“Baldwin.” He corrects, his hand on her calf as he gently dabs the area.
“Alisha.” She answers.
The sharp sting of contact makes her inhale sharply but after a moment, it becomes soothing.
A concert hall back alley in New York City is not the most romantic location but this is easily the most romantic thing that had ever happened to her.
That was, until he helped her slip the shoe back on and brought to mind one very obvious fairytale.
When he stood, he removed his long overcoat.
“Why on earth would you come out here without a jacket?” He asked, holding his coat open to help her into it.
“I just stepped out for a cigarette and it’s kind of you to offer but I’m fine, really.” He tilts his head to the side, his gaze unrelenting and she feels compelled to comply, allowing him to wrap her in the warm, expensive wool of the dark coat, drowning her with it’s size.
There was a faint scent of what she could only vaguely identify as incense on the fabric, or maybe that was just him.
“You should go back inside. He’s not likely to return but I’d rather know you’re safe.” He answers whilst placing the phone he retrieved from his coat into an inside pocket.
“Will you be back,” she asks, “the concert...I mean, you’ve already been a few times.”
“I’ll be back in town in a week, dinner?”
“You eat?” She teased and saw the faintest flicker of amusement in his expression.
“Drinks then?”
Alisha didn’t know how to reply. She wanted to trust him but her mentor’s deep distrust of both vampires and witches had somewhat coloured her perspective more than she thought it had.
Also, she knows how angry he’ll be if he finds out that she agreed to see him again.
“Drinks?” She relented and he nods in response.
“And stop smoking.”
“Excuse me?” She stares, shocked at the command.
“I tend not to repeat myself and I know you heard me.” His stern yet patient tone stirred something in her that threw her off balance momentarily.
“Don’t you think that’s kind of controlling, we’ve literally just met.”
“An embittered violinist is not the only danger to be found in a dark alley at night.”
“Like a vampire?” She hit back at his condescension with a jibe and has to prevent the involuntary step back when he steps closer to her.
“No vampire would dare to so much as look in your direction with my scent on you.” Despite what seemed like such a lofty act of chivalry in offering his coat, the primal underpinning of marking one’s territory gave a head-spinning contradiction.
There was something strangely arousing - and infuriating - in being so viscerally claimed.
“One week.” He confirmed and held out his hand for hers. Without thinking, she obliged, watching as he raised it to his lips and bestowed a light kiss on the back of her hand.
“Oh, my phone’s inside, I don’t know my number.”
“No need, I know where to find you.” He gestured towards the stage door with a glance.
“Makes sense.” She agreed and headed back to the door.
“I am serious, about the smoking.” He warned.
“What? Are you going to put me over your knee as punishment?” She turned to deliver her jibe to his face.
“Don’t be absurd.” He answered, unfazed.
“Good.” She confirmed, feeling victorious over her push-back as she opened the door and stepped inside.
“It’s not punishment if you enjoy it!” He answered just as the door closed and locked.
By the time she swiped the security badge to unlock the door and answer his statement, she opened the door to an empty alley and found herself cursing both the vampire speed and their sense of drama.
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PART 2
Notes: Tame for this part but I intend for this to get hella smutty!!
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Baldwin with his suit jacket off, waistcoat on and sleeves rolled to the elbow.
It’s such a hot look but, conversely, it’s also how he looks as he puts you over his knee for your disobedience.
Breathe if you agree!!!
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You would not like me when I’m ANGRY!
“Do you understand?”
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Baldwin’s Nightingale (Part 2)
Characters: Baldwin Montclair/OC
Timeframe: Before the S1 Finale, TV Show canon only (haven’t read the books yet)
Summary: (Im)patiently awaiting Baldwin’s return to the city and their ‘date’.
Tag requests: @christi14 @poemfreak306
PART 1
“Michael!” Alisha beamed as the lanky daemon lowered his head to just brush the top of the lounge doorway and dumped his luggage beside his worn chair.
“Ey-oh shortarse!” He drawled in his warm English midlands accent and gave a light ‘oof’ when Alisha launched herself at him in a hug. He chuckled and returned the hug before placing a patrician kiss on the top of her head.
“How was Paris?” Alisha asks as he collapses in his chair.
“No idea since I was in Venice.” He leans back, removing his glasses to rub his weary eyes.
“You okay?” She asks and he gives a nod, closing his eyes.
“Don’t concern yourself with me Poppet, I’m just glad to be home.” He answers but seems to sense her still regarding him with worry.
“Gonna throw a cuppa on? Haven’t had a decent brew in days!” He added.
Deciding to humour him despite the obvious attempt to distract her, she went to the kitchen and began the fiddly process of tea preparation he had taught her. She remembered how he stared in horror the first time she made tea by adding boiled water into mug with a teabag.
Loose leaf, tea strainer, porcelain teapot and teacups.
“How are things at the Philharmonic, running the place yet?” He called from the lounge.
“Just First Chair.” She answered, opting to not mention the confrontation of five days ago.
“That’s my girl!” He answered as she returned with the tea tray, a plate of ‘biscuits’ perched on the edge.
“What’s in Venice?” Alisha prompted.
“An old mucker from Cambridge found an art piece he thought I should take a look at, just rediscovered, still under hush for now.”
“Did you get photos?”
“Okay, what are you not telling me?” He puts down his cup, looking at her over the top of his glasses.
“Nothing, what are you talking about?” She realises how defensively high pitched her voice just became.
“Since when have you been interested in an art slideshow?”
Since I agreed to go on a date with a vampire!
She had the good sense to keep this part quiet.
“Fine, showing an interest out of sheer pity, you got me!” She covers and the smug smirk he flashes confirms she got away with it.
“I‘m well aware of that but since you brought it up...” he goes into his bag and removes his digital camera, handing her the memory card, “into the telly with it, I’m about to explain every colour in detail.”
“You coming?” Alisha shook her head at the smoking area bound cellist.
Post-Show smoke break was traditional but Alisha realised she wasn’t even craving one, despite not having lit up since Baldwin’s directive.
She wasn’t aware vampires had Paul McKenna style hypnotic abilities, given that he himself is a daemon.
“Thanks but, I quit, just the other day.”
“Wow, still though, well done!” Susan gave her a friendly pat on the arm and Alisha realised she hadn’t actually said it out loud yet.
“Thanks, I just-“ she stopped when she noticed Susan’s bemused face, “what?”
Alisha turned to see the company director approach with a bouquet of roses, pinkish peach.
“These would be for you!” Jonathan handed Alisha the bouquet with a teasing smile.
“How come you never give me roses?” Susan challenged.
“Yeah,” Scott, the flutist, chimed in from behind them, “where’s my flowers bro?”
“They’re not from me, although I appreciate your contribution, as I do all of you!”
“Yeah, say it in roses!” Scott yells after him as Alisha locates the small envelope.
“Come on, who are they from?”
“Fifteen Minutes!” Alisha reminds her.
“Huh?”
“You have fifteen minutes before we have to reset for tomorrow night, you should probably go have that smoke break now.”
“Touché!” Susan narrows her eyes on Alisha before breaking into a friendly smile.
“I need some romance!” Susan heads off to the smoking area, Scott following behind.
“I could light your cigarette for you like in an old movie,” he offers, “then we can kiss by shoving our faces together like we’ve never interacted with another human being before.”
“Good old-fashioned Hollywood romance.” Susan adds as the door closes behind the conversation
Alisha cradles the bouquet in her arm in order to open the small envelope with the message.
Can’t make the show tonight, meet me in the foyer tomorrow.
- B
He didn’t waste words.
Tomorrow night it would be, and she found herself wondering how far she was willing to take it.
“Alisha!” Michael’s voice interrupted her considerations, making her very pleased that Baldwin had put off the date by one night so as to not lock horns with her mentor.
“Hey, I didn’t know you were coming!” She smiled.
“I wasn’t, I needed to talk to you! Is he here?”
“Who?” She asked innocently but the serious look on his face told her he knew, especially when he looked over the flowers and plucked the small card from her hand to skim the words.
“Montclair,” he answered abruptly, “is he here?”
“No, as you can read, I’m seeing him tomorrow night!”
“Not happening.”
“Michael, you can’t just-“
“Finish up what you need to do here, I’ll drive you home!”
He left, angrier than she’d ever seen him and she had to wonder just what it would take for such a usual gentle giant to become so furious.
Also, how did he even know?
The night had certainly taken an unwelcome turn but she realised also this was on the cards anyway, she’d just hoped to have it be later.
That option gone, she would just have to face the music, as it were, apologise for the secrecy but be clear in her conviction, a conviction she only just realised she felt. She wanted to see Baldwin again regardless of Michael’s opposition.
She was going on that date!
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PART 3
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Stern Dom Baldwin
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Hey Peeps,
If you have any Stern Dom Baldwin Imagines you wanna share or any prompts you’d like me to post for others to add to then send them along in a message.
Trying a new thing!!
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