Page 85 of Hexed, Vexed, & Undersexed
“You still owe me after making me watch you get off to Carwright,”he returns.
“I have a lifetime to make it up to you, apparently,”I say dryly.
A lifetime of fucking. . . dreams really do come true,my ovaries swoon.
Hopefully, Bellamy doesn’t start hearing them, too.
* * *
“Evanora! Are you coming?! The show’s about to start!” my gram yells.
It's only been a few weeks after the encounter with Mindy and Bodadouche, but life is running smoothly. Jake has taken over the network as CEO and placed his—still babbling—sister in a home for people who forget and shit themselves. Apparently, Gram’s reversal spell didn’t do much, but I’m just convinced that’s poetic justice being served. Bodie was sent back from wherever he came from—which I'm not convinced is hell—and as for the Baker coven, well, they're looking for a new high priest.
Hopefully, his bat will be bigger than Gerald's, or else my gram-gram won't let him stick it in her belfry.
“Gram, I'm packing!” I bellow right back from the kitchen.
And by packing, I meansnacking.
She knows that my mates and I are leaving in a few days to go overseas. We’re off to Mother Shipton's hometown to recover the prophecies.
“Don't be a pain in my ass,” she hollers back. “Besides, there's nothing here for you to pack. I know that you're just in there gorging yourself on all my stuff!”
Busted.
But how am I supposed to resist chocolate chip cookies infused with magic so that you never gain any weight?!
It's geniusanddelicious.
Preston walks into the kitchen.
“Let's go,” he commands, taking my hand and dragging me into the living room where my mom, grandma, Gram-Gram, Bellamy, and Kai are all sitting.
Together, as a family, we watch the first episode. Bellamy invited his family, but—thankfully—they declined to come over. The Porters and Putnams areslowlyreconciling. Frankly, I’m relieved. I really don’t want everyone’s bonding point to be laughing at my on-camera screw ups.
“Didn’t you watch the show?”Bellamy says in exasperation through our bond.“You were phenomenal.”
I roll my eyes.
He’s only buttering me up for more sex.
My ovaries rejoice, drunk from all the spunk that I’m now receiving.
Honestly, I’m a little concerned about them. Instead of being sexually sated, their voracious appetite has only grown,but how in the holy fuck do you outdo three hot men sexing ya up?
Don’t answer that.
After the show is over, I get a call from Jake.
“Did you watch it?” he demands to know.
“Only because my gram-gram made me,” I grumble.
“I told you that she wouldn't watch it if someone didn’t make her!” I hear Chance say on the other end.
I laugh—he knows me so well.
“Whadya need?” I ask Jake.
