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Yes, Ma’am. Love you. Everything’s okay?
I pour myself and George more gin before I respond.
There is a plan. I’ll explain when you get here.
After I send that text I remember to disengage the gate lock-out. Then I take both glasses, go kick off my shoes in the front entry, and follow George upstairs.
Next week will be alongdamn week. I know I could have made him submit tonight, but, honestly?
I’m too exhausted, Declan’s in no frame of mind to help, and I just need to get George drunk and laid so he can get some freakingsleep. Besides, I need time to plan.
Next weekend will be soon enough. Plus, that means I can mindfuck him all week, if I want to.
