Page 21 of A Little Puck Luck

My eyes bugged out. Terry had always been brash and unfiltered, but even drunk, who the hell said something like that? It was just too crazy.

I crossed my arms in front of my body to hide my figure. I still felt so ugly with the bruises and some of the pregnancy weight, although that was more imagined since I wasn’t even that pregnant before it all happened.

He reached for my hands, but I turned my body away. He needed water, and I wanted to go back to sleep.

Finally, the tea kettle whistled, indicating the water was ready for tea. I was about to finish making it since it was my tea, not his, but he swatted me away, and nearly fell over. “Sstop it. You’re hurt. Let me,” he slurred.

He poured the hot water, but half of it went onto the counter instead of the mug. At least he didn’t pour boiling water onto himself.

“You should make a cup of tea for yourself,” I told him.

“It’sss too hot, just like you.”

His slurring was getting worse, which almost made no sense since he wasn’t drinking anything right now. Then I reminded myself he must be metabolizing everything he drank, and it would just get worse if we didn’t get any water in his system. He was going to have one nasty hangover in the morning if he didn’t drink something or sleep.

The fact that he wasn’t yelling or violent when he was drunk was refreshing. Instead, he was almost too nice. I felt weird, especially after he said he was picturing me naked.

“Fine, big boy, but do me a favor and make yourself some of those fancy waters that are all super hydrating.”

He went to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. Then, he went to the pantry and took a packet, but with the way he tore it, half the powder went all over the cupboard. After adding the remaining powder, he took a sip and muttered, “Anything for you.”

He took another sip as if to prove how much he was willing to do for me. He leaned forward as if to kiss me, and my hands went to his chest since I had to stop him. He was just drunk. He didn’t mean anything by that. It was just the drunk goggles talking.

“No,” I said firmly.

“Aw, but Annie, we dessserve thissss.”

Oh my god, this was insane.

“No, we don’t. Even earlier today, you were still pissed off at me for not letting you be a dad to Eric.”

Chapter 17

Annette

Ithadbeenabouttwo and a half weeks, and I was finally feeling more at home in Terry’s kitchen.

Looking through the pantry, I was trying to figure out what I could make for dinner. The place was stocked with so many different foods that it felt like a luxury. That I could finally test out some of the fancy recipes I’d seen on TV and in some of the cookbooks over the years was indeed a luxury.

As I looked up at the top shelf, I was stunned to see a little organizer that was labeled sexy time.

Not being able to help myself, I looked into the organizer to find a jar of peanut butter, strawberry syrup, and chocolate syrup. There was also something called Fluff in there. While I knew the first three things were the containers with the red tops, I was still so confused.

Not being able to help myself, I texted Terry.

What the fluff do you have in your pantry, and why do you keep that stuff in a pantry?

Do not eat any of that stuff. Well, I guess the syrups are safe, but do not open the fluff and penis butter.

I nearly fell off the step stool in an attempt to distance myself from the container since that was definitely not an accidental typo from Terry.

Although, there was a part of me that wanted to know how he would use that stuff in sex play. My previous experiences with sex had been so plain and boring. It was either the missionary or the reverse cowgirl. Terry must have gotten into some crazy stuff since we were together.

It would have been fun to do something different, yet I never thought to do anything else.

Please don’t be angry. I like to do some food play, and I tried to keep it all out of the way. I can move it to my room. I tried to hide it so Eric wouldn’t find it. I was hoping you wouldn’t ever find it either.

This was one of the few tells I’ve seen of Terry’s infamous sexual side. Natalie warned me that he was a sexual beast and had some weird habits that scared away previous cleaners and dog walkers.

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