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“They’ve all got a hard-on for the guy,” I interject.

“No, I’m not working with John Davis. Why do they have a hard-on for him?” Taylor asks me.

“I have no idea,” I say.

“Are you working with Inferno?” Fabio asks.

“Nope.”

“Who is Inferno?” he continues.

“Dunno. But masks are kind of hot,” Taylor says with a giggle.

“Agreed, if only the men wearing them weren’t so psychotic,” I say, narrowing my eyes at my husband.

“Forgive me, Taylor, for being overprotective of my wife. Katerina, why don’t you show Taylor to the guest room?”

“This way.” I help Taylor up, and she staggers a bit until I place an arm around her. “You are so in the doghouse,” I whisper to my husband.

“Your puppy will be waiting on you,” he says, unrepentant.

I lead Taylor to the guest room. “You have a puppy? I didn’t know you were a dog person. Why is my head so fuzzy?”

“Because my husband can’t seem to help himself. Just rest, and we’ll talk when you get up.” I help her into bed and close the door.

Walking to the bedroom, I find Fabio naked on his hands and knees on the floor, his thick dick standing ready for me.

“Oh, puppy. You are in so much trouble,” I warn, grabbing the leash and collar from the drawer.

It’s my payback time.

Woof.

Epilogue

Kat, a few weeks later…

“What else needs to be done to make this wedding reception pop?” Valentina marches in stiletto sandals around our backyard. “Ice cream station moved over here.” She snaps her fingers, and burly men pick up old-fashioned ice cream carts, toting them across the lawn.

Valentina turns around and nearly runs into Sam. With a scowl, she snipes, “God, you’re like an antibiotic-resistant infection that just won’t go away.”

“Thanks,” Sammy says, unfazed. “I’ve always been resilient.”

She sighs dramatically. “At least make yourself useful and move that table in line with the others.”

My cousin’s family arrives, and Iris runs to my arms. I pick her up, giving her a squeeze. “Here’s my favorite princess.”

“I’m not a princess today; this isn’t my party,” Iris corrects me.

“You’re right; I’m the princess today. Can I borrow your crown?”

She places her hand on her head with a dramatic sigh. “I didn’t bring my crown!”

“Ah well, next time.”

She hops down when she sees Uncle Fabio, running over and hugging him.

I hug Darius, and then Lily, whose baby bump is starting to adorably show. Darius leans over, and I swear he whispers Quack Quack to Lily’s belly before walking off to join Fabio.

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