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Peeking around the corner, I saw Parker’s closest friends lounging on the sofas, whiskey glasses in hand, their tones dripping with mockery.
“Women can’t resist a little temptation, Parker. You keep this up, and Nora’s gonna run off with someone
else. You’ll be crying before you know it.”
These guys were close enough to Parker to say whatever they wanted.
In response, Parker just lifted his glass and took a slow sip, his handsome face an unreadable mask.
He said something that made his friends roar with laughter, and a prickle of suspicion ran down my spine. They mentioned he had a secret blog. A private account where he posted things.
Driven by a mix of curiosity and a desire to finally get some leverage on him, I mentally replayed the usern- ame they’d mentioned. I typed it in, and sure enough, an account with the same profile picture as Parker’s official one popped up.
I clicked on it and saw a pinned post at the top.
I was expecting to find some typical, crass locker–room talk.
But the words on the screen made me freeze.
It read-
“I finally married the girl I’ve been in love with for years, but I have a specific kink. How do I make it a good experience for her without scaring her away?”
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The next post.
“The world is full of temptations, and she thinks I’m boring. It’s my fault. If I tried to please her like this, wou- Id she reject me?”
Attached was a picture of a male butler costume and a small, silver bell collar.
In an instant, all the blood in my body rushed to my head….
