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And if not? Well, she’ll croak eventually.
Besides, it’s not like she can really say shit anyway after last night.
I tilt the bottle up and finish the beer in one long drink.
Standing from the plush leather couch, I watch Percy venture into the sea of gyrating bodies and foam.
I fasten the top button of my jacket and stroll into the crowd as well.
Memories of last night dance about in the back of my mind has me smiling and my cock twitching with excitement.
Moving through my patrons isn’t all that hard when everyone moves the fuck out of the way.
There’s no need to say “excuse me” or “pardon me” when you’re me.
I’m an imposing figure. I’m nearly six and a half feet tall with a body that looks as though it was sculpted from marble by Donatello and Michelangelo themselves. Even Sammi’s husband Lock has to look up at me.
But even without all that people know better than to get in my fucking way.
I expect a decent amount respect and courtesy.
Even if Menage is a small, lesser known country, I’m still fucking royalty.
I’m a future fucking king.
So when a man of my station and stature moves through a crowd, people fucking move because they know better.
Especially when I want to go dance with my sexy fucking queen.
