Page 91 of Glamour & Gumballs

“Do I have to?”

“Yes. Everyone will give us a week or two to adjust to the bond, and then they’ll start bugging us. They’ll want us to take over my parents’ old place in the Society’s leadership.”

I sat up quickly, sliding off Rhett’s cock as I did. “They’ll what?”

The motion was too much.

My world spun violently, and I had to grab his arm to stop myself from falling over.

He grabbed me, pulling me into his arms as he swore. “I should’ve fed you.”

“I don’t want food,” I mumbled back. It was a lie. I wanted food. It just wasn’t my first priority after the bomb he’d dropped on me. “Tell me about the Society.”

“I’ll tell you whatever you want to know when you’re not about to pass out in my arms, Chaos.”

He pulled me close and carried me out of the bedroom all while my world kept spinning.

Maybe that was a good call.

twenty

ERIN

Rhett set me on the countertop, ignoring the fact that our releases had literally drenched me between my thighs. The feeling wasn’t a pleasant one, but I was too dizzy to move.

As he stormed to the fridge, he growled out, “I will tie you to a fucking chair if you try to get down, Chaos. Don’t test me.”

The command alone made me itch to do exactly that.

And being tied to a chair sounded kind of hot.

I doubted he’d actually go through with it, but the allure was real.

When he opened the fridge, I saw that it was packed with premade meals we just needed to throw in the oven or heat up. Rhett stuck a massive pan of pasta in the oven, then grabbed a loaf of french bread off a mountain of baked goods.

Before he pulled it out of the bag, he looked back at the pile.

The bread was abandoned a moment later, and he carried a huge box of pastries over to me. I stared down at the sugary treats after he opened it up.

“What are your favorites?” he asked. The growl in his voice told me he wasn’t going to take no for an answer, even though sugar didn’t sound appealing to me in the slightest.

“Croissants, and donuts rolled in sugar.” I pointed to the sugar-covered donut in the corner. “Unless there’s filling in it. I think filling donuts with anything should be a crime.”

Rhett’s lips twitched, but he glanced back at the pile of baked goods and studied it for a moment.

Then he closed the box of pastries, walked away for a moment, and came back with a box of croissants.

They were all different, infused with a variety of things. I grabbed one that looked like it had pesto in it, and groaned when I took a bite.

Delicious.

My stomach rumbled loudly, as if it had been woken up by the glorious bite.

I held it out to Rhett. “You have to try this.”

His attention was on my face. “You want it. It’s yours.”

I scowled. “I’m not eating more unless you’re sharing. You need way more food to survive than I do.”

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