Dear Glory

17. Inglorious

Chapter 17

Inglorious

GLORY

G ood lord, it hurts! I groan the more Sir massages, trying to knock out the kinks in my poor sore muscles…

“I’m sorry, Glorious. Only a bit more, okay?” Sir voices apologetically.

“I’m fine Sir, I… ughnnnn! It feels nice,” I lie, trying to sound upbeat and not make him feel bad. I guess since Sir had been the only one penetrating me, I never felt too bad after a session, but this time… whew… rest and recovery is very necessary!

“It’s okay, Glorious. You don’t have to lie for me. I knew it would be painful, but you’re such a good girl for bearing through the pain.” He kisses my cheek, and I wiggle my toes in excitement at hearing him call me good girl.

“No, seriously, I’m f—” He swat my ass gently, causing me to jump and peek back at him, pouting. “You just told me I’m a good girl… why’d you punish me?”

“That’s for lying. Never lie to me, understand, Glorious?” he demands, and I melt into the massaging table, completely smitten.

“Yes Sir, but I wasn’t trying to lie. I’m fine. While it does hurt, more of the pain has gone, and I can even walk and go to the bathroom myself!” I beam at him happily, wanting to forget the most embarrassing time of my life. I can hardly believe I needed help getting in and out of bed after that night, but that’s to be expected.

After my descent from heaven which left me feeling weightless, I was so stunned to see that it was still night… but I was so wrong. It wasn’t the same night… it was the night of the next day! I was apparently asleep for hours after being with the three of them.

It felt so surreal… even more than being with Bunny and Wolf. Maybe it was the fact that even though I’ve had sex with others, no one had penetrated me. The way Fabian held me and the way Lawrence looked at me as Sir took me… I bite my lip at the thought and wiggle on the table.

However, it’s not like life went back to normal afterward. Now there’s a tension in the air whenever all four of us are in a room. It’s almost suffocating because I feel like a steak in front of hungry pack of wolves. Honestly, I feel like that anytime I’m around Bunny and Wolf too, and the most asinine part of this entire ordeal is that I revel in it. I like it… I like it so much I think I’ve lost my ever-loving mind.

I wasn’t raised to be like this, but the current me can’t imagine a life without these people who have made my life more fulfilling and fun. They all mean so much to me and I just can hardly wait to see how our relationships develop over time.

“There, all done. Can you turn over and spread your legs for me, Glorious?” Sir calls out, bringing me back to reality. I do as he asks, but wince in the process because my body is still so sore.

I spread my legs slowly, groaning in the process, and wait shyly as he inspects and observes my lower body.

“It’s still so swollen,” he frowns, walking over to the shelf and taking a bottle along with a pair of pair of gloves before coming over. He puts on the gloves and uncaps the top, holding onto my legs. “This’ll sting a bit, Glorious, but Sir doesn’t mean it, okay?” he coos sadly and I hold back a chuckle at how sad he is right now, but he’s not wrong. My lady bits have seen better days.

As he applies the cream all over where I’ve torn and where I have bruises along my thighs, I watch him purse his lips in concern, before closing my legs, taking off the gloves and disposing of them.

“Come, Princess,” he scoops up my naked and oiled body he’s just massaged thoroughly and carries me up to the room, where he sets me down onto the bed and tucks me in. He hands me the next instalment of His to Keep Part Two and I giddily dance, devouring the pages with the microwaveable heating pad he places on my belly and feet. He also made sure I had refreshments and something to drink while I relax and recover. “Is there anything I can get you, Glorious?” he asks, placing my book holder near me.

“No, I’m fine,” I smile as I open my book, and he places a kiss on my head.

“Well, if you need anything, let the help know. Also, don’t forget you’re not to do anything strenuous for the next few days so you can fully heal. So, stay in bed,” he warns, and I nod like the good girl that I am before I settle down to read my book.

“I promise to sit here and rest! Just as Sir told me!”

“You’re adorable. I’ll just be in my office handling some important paperwork, but I’ll be in to check on you later,” he lets me know as he heads to the window to open the curtain and veranda for better sunlight and give me some fresh air.

“Thank you, Sir,” I relax and get to reading, really enjoying the downtime. Before I know it, I have to go to the bathroom.

“Fabian,” I stretch, groaning, and looking around the room when I see that Lawrence is gone.

“Yes, Ms. Glory?”

“Can you help me to the bathroom?”

“With pleasure.” He comes over and carries me to the bathroom before setting me down, where I lazily shut the door and sigh, releasing my bladder. It’s strange that Lawrence and Fabian have seen me in the nude, but I’m still shy about it even though I’m not shy at all going to bathroom in front of Sir. Maybe it’s because of the deep feeling I hold for Sir compared to them or even Wolf and Bunny?

I grab my head groan from an oncoming headache, but that never seems to fail when it pertains to thinking about my crazy love life…

After I’m through, I wash my hands and step out. I hold my hands out to him groggily, making him smile handsomely as he picks me up and holds me tight while I lay my head on his chest.

“Where is Lawrence?”

“Lawrence thought you’d be wanting a snack soon and he didn’t want to disturb your reading, so he went to get you something to eat.”

“O… okay,” I say, though I don’t meet his eyes, feeling pointlessly embarrassed.

“How are you feeling?” He sets me down, handing me Tylenol and a glass of water from the pitcher beside the bed.

“I’m better, but wh— How do you both know when I’m going to be hungry? And how did you know I’d need Tylenol? Sir I get, but you and Lawrence?” I frown out of curiosity but take the tiny pills and drink them down happily before my headache gets worse.

“We’re paid to know everything about you,” he winks.

“And if you weren’t paid, would you leave me?” I hand him the glass and he looks me up and down, taking it and setting it aside.

“Ms. Glory… you’re barely able to walk after the three of us… simmer down before you get us all in trouble,” he chuckles, and my mouth falls open as I feel my head grow hot. Seriously, that wasn’t what I meant... at least I don’t think.

“Th-that’s not wh-what I meant!” I feel my voice hit a different pitch, and he laughs deeply, making my stomach do backflips.

“Sure, now get some more rest. Lawrence will be up soon.” He gently pushes me back into the pillows, tucking me in before he saunters off to the door just as Lawrence comes in and sets the food on the bedside table.

“How are you feeling, Ms. Glory?” He looks me over with concerned eyes landing on my mouth where the corner is cut, and his eyes darken with regret.

“I’m fine,” I smile, taking the soup he hands me and eating slowly.

“I’m glad.” He places a hand on the corner of my mouth where my cut is, sighing prior to standing and steps away, and I’m surprised when, just like Lawrence, there isn’t an ounce of jealousy laced in their eyes… only concern for my well-being.

“Thank you,” I beam. Happy to have them in my life. He nods before going back over to the door to stand next to Fabian while I finish my soup and continue reading my book before I feel my peaceful world going pitch black…

The sound of typing wakes me up, but I’m startled to find myself in Sir’s arms.

“You’re up, Princess?” he kisses the top of my head.

“Yeah,” I yawn. “Did you pack me down here again?”

“Of course I did… I missed you,” he grumbles adorably.

“Well, I missed you too, Sir.”

“I’m glad, Princess, but get some more rest. I’ll be done with this soon,” he coos and cradles me in his arms as he moves a document out of the way. I sneak a peek at it and my heart skips a beat when I see “Divorce Settlement” written in bold letters on it.

“No, it’s okay. I’ve rested enough. I’ll just sit quietly while you work.” I snuggle in his arms, and he lays those gorgeous eyes on me, stealing my breath away. Even though I know I can’t and do not have the physical capacity to have sex right now, I still feel myself grow wet for him.

“Here, I brought your book down in case you wo—” The door that was only semi-cracked after Fabian shut it bangs open with a loud thud, shocking all of us. I don’t get to see who it is because Sir grabs the coat sitting behind him and throws it over my naked body, shielding me.

“DADDY!” What? A familiar chubby-faced, adorable little girl shouts with her hands on her tiny waist, looking proud and very pleased with herself. She stands at the door, and Sir’s eyes widen in a comedic way while I secure the coat over my nude form so as not to flash an innocent child. What in the hell is happening here?

I look to Sir for an explanation but he seems just as befuddled as me.

“Lilian! Darling.” He holds me tight, further securing the coat and handing me over to Fabian in advance before stepping over to his child and hugging her tight. His gentle tone and softened features despite the situation show how much he cares for her. “Wh-what are you doing here?” he asks stupefied, voice sounding more polished and English, completely throwing me off.

“Well, didn’t you say you missed us?!” She points to her father, beaming prettily.

“Ay… I mean yes, of course I did, but I…” The sound of heels clacking against the floor ominously has me sitting up and Sir glaring when a beautiful, Barbie-looking woman steps into the doorway dressed impeccably. I recognize her since I’ve seen her more than a few times with blurred lines over her breasts. Innocently, she holds a cute and little boy on her hip, sucking his thumb, rocking gently on her chest.

“Hunny, we’re here because, as Lilian stated My love , we missed you just as much as you missed us.” She kisses the little boy’s cheek, setting him down and patting his little bottom. “Go say hello to your father, Robert,” she coos and he runs on stubby legs.

“Herrow, dada!” he hugs his father and watching Sir return it in kind with genuine love warms my heart.

“Hello, Robert,” he smiles and kisses the top on his head.

“And what about me, darling? Where is your hug for your wife ?” she sneers.

“Idina!” Sir growls, jaw clenched and a vein I’d never seen prior to today pops out of his neck and forehead. He stands and puts the children behind him, and Lawrence quickly takes their hand. Goodness… “What is the meaning of this? I thought we agreed that I’d pick up the children when I leave.”

“Hunny, why do you sound so upset? I only did you a favor by bringing them to our French villa. I thought we could spend some time together as a family in the meantime,” she purrs, going over to him, but as she tries to hug Sir, he steps back quickly.

“Do not fuck with me, Idina,” he fists his hands and Idina gasps sheepishly.

“Dear! Language! Nonetheless, I’ll forgive your transgression since you seem to have perhaps picked up bad habits from associating with trash.” Her eyes finally land on me and I cock my head to the side, surprised. Trash… I’ve been called many of things, but trash is far from one. I will let this one slide since I am sleeping with her husband. However, she won’t get another.

“IDINA, I’ve tried to remain amicable considering you’re the mother of my children but DO NOT cross the line again… understood?” Sir’s voice booms, causing even the children to jump and Idina to narrow her eyes bitterly. “Take them out of here. I need to speak with this… woman, ” he spews with repugnance and honestly, I’m rather happy that Fabian goes to carry me out.

Despite how much I love Sir and want to be with him, this is not my fight to fight. I have never and will never fight over a man. My dad always instilled the value that certain things are beneath me, and I stand true to that. Since I feel guilty about sleeping with a married man, I will not try to justify my actions, but I’m not going to sit idly by and be disrespected when she’s just as guilty of cheating as Sir.

After Lawrence carries the children from the room, Fabian carries me following behind them. I make sure to not even look her way since my classy ass wants no parts of this, plus I believe with all my heart that Sir is more than capable of handling this woman.

As I pass by her, she ignores me in kind, though her eyes flash with envy and hatred when she sees my engagement ring. A scowl forms on her pink lips as our eyes meet for the first time.

“Leaving so soon? I guess even whores have some shame,” she laughs and I don’t think even I was prepared to leap from Fabian’s arms or for my hand to reach out and wrap around her hair. I yank her to me, and my fist connects with her face.

I have gotten into many fights in my life with girls and women being jealous of the fact that I’m rich and pretty and their boyfriends liking me. As I stated, I have never fought for a man… not once in my life, but a pet peeve of mine is being called out of my name by catty women who know nothing about me.

“Who,” I smack her in the face. “The hell,” I punch her in the nose. “Are you calling a whore?!” I yank her hair, pulling out a couple of strands, seeing red.

“AHHHHHHH! AXIL! AXIL! GET HER OFF ME! GET HER OFF ME!” she screams.

“GLORY STOP!”

“MS. GLORY, PLEASE LET GO!”

“FER FECK’S SAKE GLORINDA, STOP!” Sir shouts viscerally and I have to jump back. “GET ’ER THE FECK OUT O’ HERE OR I’LL FECKIN’ KILL YU!”

“AYE, SIR!” Fabian snatches up the coat that had fallen from my person, placing it back on me before he swoops me into his arms and sprints out of the room, but not before I catch a glimpse of the ire on Sir’s face.

“Wait, I n?—”

“Leave him be, Ms. Glory. You don’t want to see Mr. O’Hara when he’s angry,” Fabian warns as he runs with me outside where I see a car waiting. He slid us both inside, surprising me since we’re not going up to my room but outside the house while I’m still undressed.

“Where are we going?”

“To Mr. and Mrs. Farwell’s until Mr. O’Hara calls for you,” he answers, checking his beeper.

“M-Mr. and Mrs. Farwell?”

“Bunny and Wolf,” he clarifies.

“Oh… okay,” I sit back, fiddling with my hand and wincing when I notice my knuckles are bleeding. He frowns, winces, and takes up my hand, very gently removing my ring and putting it away safely before ripping his shirt to wrap my hand.

“Stop at the nearest supérettes,” he orders the driver. About twenty minutes later, we park on the curb and he gets out. Ten minutes after that, Fabian returns with bandages, underwear, pants and a shirt, which he quickly helps me get into.

The ride to Bunny and Wolf’s house is uneventful, but my stomach is in knots as we pull up to their home. Bunny is standing there waiting for us, but Wolf is nowhere to be seen.

While Fabian helps me out of the car, he speaks in a hushed tone, undoubtedly discussing my transgressions, which make me feel a tad bit remorseful. When they are through speaking, I expect Fabian to come over to me, but I’m stunned when he instead gets back in the car and heads off, leaving me alone with Bunny.

“Wh… where is he going?” I panic, going to run after the car, but Bunny holds me back and scoops me into his arms, shushing me.

“It’s okay. Axil called him back, and Wolf is there as well.”

“O… oh,” I groan and fiddle with my hands, fixing my shirt sleeves, unsure what to do. Yeah, I like Bunny and Wolf, but it feels awkward being here alone with just Bunny.

“Come. Let’s go inside and wait. I’m sure Wolf won’t be too long.” He holds his hand out and I hesitate, but take it, noticing that the usual intense and sexual atmosphere that usually surrounds him is more relaxed and rather friendly, leaving me more comfortable to accept the hand offered, but feeling downtrodden.

“Okay, but do you think everything will be okay?”

“This is Axil. The problem will be solved before the sun rises,” he reassures me.

“I… if you say so… but this is too much. To think she would show up like this…” I mutter. “God, can today get any worse?” I sigh, going up the steps to his home, but before I can take a step into his home, six… maybe even ten black cars pull up and open their doors, holding out guns, shocking me. Bunny, to my astonishment, pulls out a gun himself, looking unphased and menacing as he pulls me behind his back and to cover behind a pillar.

I’m no stranger to guns since I grew up around a military Sargeant, but this is excessive. What the hell is happening?

“LET THE GIRL GO, AND PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!” I blink, cocking my head to the side. I put my hand to my ear, scratching it because I feel as if I’m losing the last of the mind that I have left… Why does that voice sound like my da — “GLORINDA! THIS IS YOUR FATHER! ARE YOU HURT ANYWHERE?!” he speaks on the loudspeaker. I clutch my stomach and squeeze my eyes shut, groaning. Damn… me and my big mouth!