Blair woke up in a brown chair, in a brown room, surrounded by brown candles, wearing a silk robe that matched the one violated by her brother's dick. For a full three seconds she considered the possibility that she had died and this was hell's waiting room.
Then she saw the bed.
She was going to need a moment. And a very strong drink. And possibly an exorcism.
Blair shook her head once. Blinked. Nope. They were still there. That image was burned into her retinas forever.
When the fuck did that man get into the bed?
Last time she checked, this was not a joint custody arrangement. Apparently, HER dress up doll was also Maddox's emotional support doll.
The man had been told "no physical activity" by a Luminari healer, and his interpretation of that medical instruction was to big spoon his wife in his brother's bed. One of his legs was draped over her like a safety harness. His hand had found its way under her robe and was resting flat against her bare stomach.
