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“Yeah dude, you missed out,” said Octavian.
Fuck off.I snapped my fingers and Octavian suddenly got a bewildered look on his face and walked away.
“What did you just do to that guy?” asked Rob.
“Wiped his memory from the past couple hours.”
“You can do that?”
I ignored him when one of the statues started talking again.
“The bride gave me this.” He held up a room key. “She said anyone with an 8-inch cock is welcome to come take a turn until sunrise.” He turned to me. “You’re welcome to come too. If your mistress will let you, I guess. And as long as you have an eight-inch cock.”
“Oh, I have an eight-inch cock alright,” I said.And it’s much more dangerous than yours.
“I think you might have to film a gif for the onyxies too. And bring a friend. Apparently this bride likes her dicks in twos.”
So I’ve heard.
“Oh I get to take a turn?” asked Rob. “Score. I bet Ash will never want your dick after she has mine.”
I elbowed him in his side.
“Holy shit,” said another statue. “I wonder if her fiancé knows he’s marrying such a slut.”
“Probably not,” said the first statue. “She was so good at acting shy at first. Then again, the shy ones always suck the most dick.”
“Think she’ll let me cum in her?” asked the other statue.
“Absolutely.”
Yes, Ash was acting a bit like a slut. But for good reason. For me. It was tempting to go watch, but I couldn’t risk another fire mishap.
I waited for the statues to walk away before turning to Rob. “We need to go check my lamp.”
“Sorry, old man. The safe at Hunter Tech is locked until Monday.”
“What?”
“It’s protocol.” He slapped me on the back.
I had to wait the whole weekend?
“Patience is a virtue, genie boy.”
He didn’t know what patience was. I’d been waiting over 300 years to be free.Freaking idiot.
True Love - Chapter 22 – Minotaur Misdirection
Saturday – March 9, 2024
Ash
My phone started buzzing. I groaned. “Leave me alone.” But it kept buzzing. Because Nigel wasn’t here to answer it for me. I never thought I’d miss Nigel so much. But he seemed to really like answering phone calls.My little sociopath.
My sheets stuck to my body as I rolled over to reach for my phone on the nightstand.Ew. Why am I so sticky?I must have gotten the night sweats in this Italian humidity. I glanced at the screen of my phone. Mr. Frost was trying to videochat me.
I answered the video-call. He looked completely composed. His hair was as perfect as always. And he was wearing a silk robe and drinking coffee in a wood paneled library.
