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“I missed you,” she said and nestled the side of her face against my chest. She said it like she meant it. The opposite of the way she’d said it to Nigel.
“I missed you too.” I tossed her down on my bed and she laughed.
And I was about to show her how much. I climbed on top of her.
No, I didn’t know whether she was fucking other guys or not. But it didn’t matter. All that mattered right now was that I reminded her who she belonged to. But by the way she was clawing at the back of my shirt, she already knew.
Mine.I kissed between her breasts.
Mine.I pushed her shirt up and kissed her stomach.
I pulled down her shorts and pushed her thong to the side.Mine.I lowered my mouth to her pussy.
Besides, I’d find out the truth on Thanksgiving.
True Love - Chapter 8 – The 5thAnnual Gent Show
One Week Later – Thursday – Thanksgiving, 2023
Ash
The next few days were amazing. Every second I wasn’t working, I was glued to Tanner’s side. I’d missed him so much when he was gone. There was a small part of me that was wondering if I’d had it wrong in our original debate – it was very possible thatIhad been the one stalkinghim. Because I’d never been this obsessed with anyone before. But I was pretty sure he was equally obsessed with me. He didn’t seem to mind at all that I was basically attached to him like a spider monkey.
I rolled over in bed and reached out for him. But the sheets were empty. How was I supposed to spider monkey him if he was missing? I glanced at the alarm clock. I hadn’t realized how much I’d slept in.
I quickly freshened up and got dressed, and then headed out of the bedroom to find Tanner. I could just make out his voice in the kitchen. I walked in and smiled at Nigel and Tanner debating something about the Thanksgiving feast they were holding later.
Tanner heard me and turned around. “Happy Thanksgiving, baby.” He pulled me into his arms. “I have a surprise for you.”
“Is your masturbatorium ready?!” I asked. Nigel had been working on upgrades for days. He was being such a cockblocker.
Tanner looked over at Nigel. “Any news on that front?”
“Not ready yet, Master. But almost.” He winked at me. “Do you think I can wear my headdress tonight? I know it was a bit of thing last year. And that no one but you two know I was an Indian for a time. But...you two do know. And Tanner was too. So I don’t think it’s bad to wear...” He shook his head. “Or will I be cancelled?” He sighed. “I hate everything.”
“Wear it,” I said.
“Yeah?” He looked so excited. “I won’t be cancelled?”
I wasn’t sure about that. But even if he did get cancelled, all he had to do was make out with a Native American at the Society and get it filmed. Easy to fix. I was very knowledgeable about this from my bout of ginger supremacy. And I wanted Nigel to have the best day. He’d been fretting over Thanksgiving plans ever since he got back from the cricket world cup. Besides, it was like he said... he’d been an Indian for a time. And regardless, he was definitely honoring them. So if other people weren’t okay with that...fuck them. “It’s okay if other people don’t understand, Nigel. Just be you.”
“That’s what Brooklyn always says!” He beamed at me. “The two of you are right. I will be me and celebrate my past tonight! Speaking of which...how many different fish trays would you prefer?”
Um...what?“Aren’t we having turkey?”
“Yes, I’m blending the modern-day traditions in too. But this is truly a traditional Thanksgiving.”
I just stared at him.
“I’m thinking nine fish trays.” He stared back at me like he was waiting for my approval.
And...I guess he was? It was strange being the mistress of a household. “That sounds lovely, old chap.”
Nigel smiled.
And Tanner laughed. “God I love you,” he whispered in my ear.
I felt my cheeks flush.
