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“Ash accidentally told you my secret. Did you blackmail her over that? To make her agree to marry Xander Frost?”
Rob laughed. “No. I’m sure you drove her away all by yourself.”
“You seriously had nothing to do with this?”
Rob shrugged. “I mean, obviously every time I saw her I was very open and honest about how awful you are. And maybe I told her she could do better than you. And encouraged her to break up with you.”
I sighed. “As I do with Daphne about you.”
Daphne nodded. “Tanner does do that.”
“That’s really all you said to her?” I asked.
Rob nodded. “I swear. Just the usual stuff about you being a liar and an awful human. Or I guess an awful genie?”
I laughed.
Rob smiled.
This felt weird. I cleared my throat. “So this wasn’t some kind of elaborate prank?”
“Nah. I’ve been too busy trying to get proof that you’re a genie. Which brings me back to my questions. Is there a way to trap you in your lamp?”
“No.”
“Are you just telling me no because you’re worried I’m going to try to do it?”
“No.”
Rob laughed.
And I laughed too.
Yeah, this felt weird. Were we bonding right now?No. Never.
“So I’m confused,” said Rob. “If Ash needs to sleep with a bunch of people to free you...why is she getting married? Isn’t that kind of the opposite of what she’s supposed to be doing? She must really hate you if she wants you to stay trapped in your lamp for all eternity.”
It seemed like he had felt the awkward bonding moment too. I was glad he went and ruined it. “I can’t get trapped in my lamp. As I’ve said. And Ash loves me.”
“I mean...I don’t know. She’s probably double fisting those cocks by now.” We both turned back toward the bachelorette party.
But I didn’t see Ash. “Wait, where did Ash go?”
“While you two were flirting, she downed two more banana juices and then got up,” said Daphne. “There.” She pointed to a redhead with an empty glass running through the crowd toward the bathroom.
True Love - Chapter 18 – Someone Spiked My Banana Juice
Friday – March 8, 2024
Ash
I bolted to the bathroom. This bachelorette party was ridiculous. There were way too many penises. And I was way too horny.
I’m not a whore anymore. Deep breaths.But my words didn’t help. Because I was still a whore. A high-end one. But I needed to be faithful, damn it. Ghazi was watching my every move.
I wish Tanner was watching my every move... Stop it.I’d told him to bugger off. I even threatened to pepper spray him once. He hadn’t seemed that fazed by the threat. But any sane guy would have eventually stopped coming over after being denied so much. I’d always thought that Tanner was a little crazy though. Because he was a stalker.
Gah! I hate my life!
