Page 129 of My Five Daddies

I grin to myself, a towel draped around my shoulders as her shower starts. I step out into the living room, grab a seltzer water from the refrigerator, and twist open the top as I turn on thetelevision.

I keep smiling to myself as I idly surf through the channels. I keep seeing Hazel’s body, her bathing suit bottom pushed aside, her legs straddling my hips as she rides my cock. The girl drives me wild, and I find my cock starting to stir a little bit just thinking about the way she said she’d give meanything.

I can’t help but imagine what that means. I want to feel every inch of her, and I know exactly what Iwant.

I almost miss it. I’m moving through the channels, daydreaming about fucking Hazel again, when I pass over a news channel. I’m about to switch away, but I hear Hazel’s name, and it makes mepause.

I assume it’s just another story about who she is. The whole nation is buzzing about Hazel. It seems that the media was convinced I’d never find a wife, but this whole consort thing, plus her being a foreigner, has really made everyone gocrazy.

Polovia isn’t welcoming to outsiders. It’s a small country that’s ethnically homogenous, so any new person that doesn’t fit into the traditional Polovian culture stands out. People don’t take kindly to those that stand out, although I’ve been trying to help change that attitude. It has gotten better over the years. The younger generations are more liberal than their parents, and so on and so forth, but it’s time to modernize. I can’t wait another generation or two for my country to catch up with the rest of Europe and the freeworld.

So far, reports have been relatively benign. She’s been accused of being a money whore, of seeking fame, of wanting power. It’s all the usual female bullshit stereotypes, and for the most part she’s sheltered from it all, since she can’t speak the language. The reports are all bullshit and speculation and don’t mean anything. It’s just feeding into the culture’s hatred of outsiders and playing onthat.

But this… this is different. I listen carefully as the woman reads a report on Hazel, and I can feel my anger slowlybuilding.

“The documents show that Hazel Joyce, Wife Consort of Prince Nolan, was hired by the American State Department in 2010. Although seven years ago, there are no indications that she has severed ties.” The woman pauses and looks directly into the camera. “There are other rumors and allegations flying around, but we here at Tiger News believe this simple fact: Hazel Joyce is an American spy, and she now has access to the highest levels of ourgovernment.”

I can’t believe my fucking ears. The woman goes on to talk more about how Hazel is a traitor and how she’s seducing me to gain state secrets, all for the benefit of the Americans. It makes absolutely no fucking sense, considering America is an ally, and has absolutely no need to get any of our “secrets.” More than that, Hazel just isn’t a fucking spy. I know her, and I know that she wouldn’t be able to pull that sort of thing off. I only found her on accident, when she stumbled into my room while I waschanging.

Or was that an accident? I shake my head, hating myself for even thinking it. But they did say that there’s a document proving that she was hired by the State Department. I can’t imagine that Hazel is actually a spy, since she hasn’t once pressed me for any information about Polovia. But if she were a good spy, she wouldn’t, not yet atleast.

My mind starts racing and I can’t believe I’m even entertaining these thoughts. It’s absolutely insane. Hazel isn’t a fucking spy. I can’t let those bastards at Tiger News trap me with their small-minded propaganda, and yet I can’t help myself. The absurdity of the situation hits me hard in that moment, and I don’t know what todo.

But the moment passes. I shut off the television and stare at the blank screen. For a second there, I was buying into that bullshit, but I know the truth. Hazel isn’t a fucking spy. We had her vetted and confirmed her story before I was allowed to marry her. If she really did work for the State Department, we would know. Besides, seven years ago Hazel was sixteen years old, hardly old enough to become a fuckingspy.

No, it’s just nonsense. I believe that the network was given a document, but I know for a fact that it’sfake.

Which means Julian. He must be getting more aggressive with his tactics. He probably can’t find good dirt on Hazel, and so he’s resorting to making up lies and rumors to discredither.

Rage flows through me again, but not entirely at Julian. I’m angry at myself for doubting Hazel, even for a fucking second. I know her, I’ve been around her, I need to trust her. If this is going to work, I can’t second-guess the person who’s trying to helpme.

I walk to the door and step outside. Thomas is standing there and he looks up as I turn toward him. He bows slightly and I check to make sure that we’realone.

“I’m going to ask you something, Thomas, and I need you to be honest with me,” Isay.

He blinks. “Yes, sir. Ofcourse.”

“Who are you loyalto?”

He looks mildly surprised, which is basically him showing a ton of emotion. “Loyal,sir?”

“Who are you loyal to?” Irepeat.

“The crown, sir,” hesays.

“That’s not what I’m asking and you know it.” I step toward him, eyes locked with his. “Who are you loyalto?”

He hesitates a moment longer before answering. “Andrew personally assigned me to the Wife Consort,” he saysfinally.

I nod slowly. “Good. I have a task foryou.”

“Yes, sir,” hesays.

“Follow Julian Eder. Or assign someone loyal to followhim.”

Thomas raises an eyebrow. “I don’t think I can do that, sir. It goes against ourcode.”

I sneer at him. “The stewards have been interfering with politics forages.”

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