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Penelope sighed. “I’m bound by the same policy. If she reapplies, let her. I don’t care. She’s…” She shook her head. “She’s not the same person to me anymore. The way she tried to minimize what she did—she called it a lapse in judgment. Besides, the moment it became clear to her that I wasn’t about to let this go, she could not get out of the house fast enough.”
Greer shook his head too. “I fuckin’ hate cheating. You stand your ground, hon.”
“That part doesn’t take any effort. I don’t miss her anymore,” Penelope answered. “I don’t know—maybe it’s karma. We met under similar circumstances.”
That was news to me. To Reese and Greer too, judging by their expressions.
“Oh yeah, she was still with her ex,” she said. “She broke up with her the day after we hooked up.”
Greer and I let out breaths that spoke of similar experiences, and we exchanged a wry smirk. I knew Archie had traveled down that road with Greer. Archie and Cam were close, so I’d gotten their “story.” How Archie had been with his ex, on the verge of breakup, and then Greer had come along, and Archie hadn’t been able to resist.
Given my own history with men, and having been there for KC, I did my best not to judge, all while I had sympathy for those who got betrayed. I’d felt a pinch of that with Robert. I just hadn’t been as emotionally invested as I should have, so his unwillingness to commit hadn’t hurt as deeply.
“Well, this was fun,” Reese said.
I chuckled. “Yeah, we should do it again sometime.”
Penelope reached over and pinched Reese’s cheek. “Maybe when you’ve found the guts to shave off the beard like your little friends Greer and Colt?”
“Woman, I swear.” Reese batted her away and scowled, much to my amusement. “Blame River. He doesn’t want me with a mustache.”
“Little friends, squirt?” Greer stared down at Penelope.
I laughed.
“Calm down, rancher,” she replied. “Don’t you have to get back to the set of Yellowstone?”
See, that just made Greer smile like a dope. “That’s a compliment, sweetheart. My boys are obsessed with that show.”
Reese nodded with a dip of his chin. “Shay too. Not gonna lie, the Navy kid is fuckable. Shay’s more into, what’s his face, Rip or Trip or somethin’.”
I didn’t know what they were talking about. I hadn’t seen the show. Cam and I were currently heavily into Succession.
“You can take the Navy kid,” Penelope said to Reese. “I’ll make a move on his wife. She’s just…” She sighed dreamily.
“Anyway,” I drawled. “I should get back to my own boys.”
“Before you do,” Reese said, “we should settle on the next Game.”
Oh right. That was a good idea.
“If we vote on it right now, Lucian and I will finally get a win,” Greer said. “We want a TPE event.”
Absolutely.
“Finally get a win?” Reese laughed. “Are we gonna pretend you haven’t loved the brat shenanigans and primal play?”
“Of course I have, but I wanna show off my slave,” Greer replied. “We haven’t hosted anythin’ for the high-protocol crowd yet. Even the Academy event was taken over by brats.”
Oh, I didn’t know about that. Cam had loved the Academy event.
Reese shrugged and scratched his jaw. “No need to vote. We can do a TPE event. Any suggestions?”
“Stations,” I said. “That way, we can cater to everyone. We have TPE slaves who are Littles and brats too, for instance.”
“That’s a good idea.” Penelope nodded. “Off the top of my head… Human furniture, predicament bondage?—”
“A bake-off with judges,” Greer added quickly. “Let us Owners get a treat.”
