Page 25 of Dear Glory

“Will yu two stop speakin’ like I’m na here?” Sir speaks up.

“Sorry, but geez, we really dropped the ball on this… I hope she doesn’t hate us,” Wolf pouts and Bunny holds her close.

“I canna lose her again… I jus’ got her…” Sir drops down in the chair next to him and I swallow at his fear-stricken face.Again? What the hell does he mean?And is losing me really that big of a deal? “I canna take this!” he growls and shoots up. “I’m goin’ tu check on her! I need tu see her.” He tries to go for the door, but Lawrence steps up in front of him.

“Mr. O—” I don’t hear the rest of what he says since I bolt back to the room, grasping the towel around my torso and leaping on the bed, heart racing. I pick up the phone, hovering it over the switch hook as if I’d just finished my call.

“Glory!” He steps in and pulls me into his arms, inhaling me as I set the phone back down. “Yer heart is still beatin’ so fast… are yu okay?”Yeah that’s because I’ve never ran so hard in my life!

“I… I’m fine,” I lie, voice cracking. “I n-need some water,” I choke, out of breath, and he nods and the water is presented to me so comedically fast I have to wonder where it came from.

“How are you feelin’, Glorious? Would you like to go for a walk the sun to help boost yer low energy levels? Or what about a nap? Colorin’? Yer favorite meal?” His eyes roam over me with concern.

“I’m… unsure,” I answer honestly, keeping my eyes low, seriously worried about my manner of speech with him.How is it that I can’t speak properly with him?

“I understand… it was a lot to take in,” he kisses my hand and smooths down my hair.

“That’s not the half of it,” I grumble, unsure what I’m even upset about. It’s not like Axil did anything to hurt me.I willingly participated, but I just feel so wrong and it doesn’t help with everything I heard…

“We… no, you… all of us did nothing wrong if we simply consider the act, but I wronged you rushing you into that situation and I’m sorry, Princess. I should have spoken to you more about my sexual preferences before allowing you to engage in them since they are on the extreme side of the spectrum…”

“Can I get you anything, Glory?” he repeats, giving me a tight lipped smile.

“No… I just want to go back to my room to sew and think things over.”

“Are you ready to leave? You sure you don’t need more down time?” he questions.

“I am… I just need time to think, and… and sewing helps,” I respond shyly, thinking about how much concern, care, and passion he spoke about me with in the other room.

“Okay, whatever you say, Princess,” he kisses the top of my head.

“R-really? You’re letting me go home?” I smile, perking up.

“Of course, Glorious. Why would I stop you from doing that? Did I ever give you a reason to feel I were that disagreeable?” he asks completely seriously.

Hmm…Now that I think about it, he’s right. He’s always given me my space and let me do things at my own pace.

“N-no,” I shake my head, answering, and he smirks, pulling me down in a sweet kiss.

“Exactly, Princess. You can have whatever it is your heart desires.” He pulls me into a warm and tight embrace just as Fabian comes in carrying a dress bag. “Here, open up, Glorious” he gently taps my lips and though I’m reluctant, my mouth pops open and he sweetly slips something inside.

“Mmm!” I perk up at the minty yet refreshing taste that eases my headache.

“Better?” I still don’t have the words to say, so I only nod.

“Good.” He kisses the top of my head. “Now let’s get the pretty and spoiled princess dressed.” He picks me up and carries me to the room we just left, setting me down. “Lift your legs for me, Glory,” I hear him say from behind me and turn to see him holding up a pair of clean underwear.

“Oh, I can do it!” I reach, for them but he snatches it from my grip.

“Let me,” he growls seductively smiling up at me as he holds them out once more, and I tilt my head to the side.Why is he doing all of this for me?“Are you going to just stand there, Princess? Sir’s hands are getting tired, but I also dinna mind you remaining naked the remainder of the day,” he jokes, wiggling his brows, but I have a vague suspicion that he’s being completely honest.

“But… I c-can do it myself. I’m grown…”

“Well, I would hope so,” he chuckles. “I’m only attracted to grown women.”

“Then why are you treating me like a child?!” I rebut.

“Who treated you like a child?” he raises a brow.

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