Page 69 of Bewitching Her Monsters

Are my dreams picking up on the fact that their group has an open sexual dynamic with each other?

Have I stumbled onto a free-range, all-male polycule?

Have I stumbled upon a sausage queen’s dream team?

I grow heated between my thighs, thinking of Arran and Maxum fucking and begging me to join in. “Areyouwith someone else?” I ask.

“Not at the moment,” he says with a hint of sadness.

Hmm. I’ll wonder what that means later. I really need to pull away from Arran and his friends, so I won’t be lured in with the fantasy where I’m spit-roasted by his buddies while he looks on.

Arran clears his throat and says, “Uh, back to why I’m worried… I have new information about Rob. I had a security associate look him up, and…” He trails off as though he doesn’t want to tell me.

“And?” I prompt, my nerves vibrating with tension.

“Robert Holden doesn’t exist… not with that name. Not in this state.”

I collapse on my couch, my mouth dropping open. I cover my face and sit with that plot twist.

“Do you have anything more for me to find out who he really is?” Arran pauses, “Like maybe a workplace? Any relative’s names? A copy of his ID, birth certificate, or passport?” He chuckles darkly with the last few suggestions.

“No…” My mind spins back to when I was with Rob. “But… I filed police reports.”

“No police reports came up in the search,” Arran informs me. “You’re right. He must be well-connected.”

“Well, shit.” I wish Arran or Beast were here with me so I could hold on to them. Both would be awesome.

“Do you remember where he worked?” he asks.

A fog settles over my mind. Details about his past seem far away, as if I should know them, but they evade me. “He… uh, he was a real estate agent,” I say, more as a question than a statement. I chuckle uncomfortably. “But every third person in California is a real estate agent.”

Arran hums without amusement at my joke. “Okay. What about his last known address?”

“I don’t remember going to his place… ever.” This fact only seems odd now. “He just always showed up here.”

“Friends’ names?” he prompts.

When I try to recall his friends’ names, I realize now I only got their first names.

My blood runs cold with fear. Am I losing my mind? “How could I not have known anything about Rob? I’m usually too curious for my own good.”

“Nothing about his original hometown?” Arran pushes me to remember something he can work with.

“I think he said he always lived in the area.” I shake my head, trying to rattle my brain into working. Panic begins to rise inside me, and it’s like I can’t trust my own mind or senses. What am I doing with Arran? He might be another creep. “Why are details about him so vague?” I ask, mostly of myself.

“I don’t know, Jade.” He sounds utterly concerned.

Unfortunately, I have a problem to deal with before I can explore things with Arran… and-or his friends. “I should probably call the cops about Rob.”

“The cops are probably in his back pocket,” Arran reminds me.

“Okay, fine. I’ll let you know if something weird happens.” I bite my lip, wondering if I should tell him about this morning. “I didn’t feel right when I woke up. Like I was up all night partying, but it’s been a while since I’ve done that.”

“Oh?” He pauses and then says, “Anything else?”

“My nightmares have been getting crazier.” I notice my couch pillow isn’t in the spot I left it after cleaning up when Arran left yesterday. But my memory must be failing me. “I have this strange feeling that someone was in my house last night. But I can’t believe that’s true.”

“You shouldn’t dismiss your feelings,” Arran says with tightness in his tone. Maybe he’s worried that Rob is stalking me, maybe even breaking in. “Is it okay if my friends or I are in the area if we drive by and check the neighborhood out?”

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