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CHAPTER 27 - EXPLAINING AND SETTING THE STAGE...THE WHITE KNIGHT


BRIAN


Justin is still annoyed with what he’s read, and I really don’t think now is the time for that conversation. Jennifer left half an hour ago, and although he’s not asked anything, I know he’s going to.


“Want to talk about it?” He asks quietly, sitting at the other end of the sofa from me.


“Are you asking me or telling me with a carefully structured question?” I counter.


“That was definitely asking. But why would you have a problem talking about something we should talk about? Which is, my mom knows about you and Emmett and I don’t.”


I smile at him and he puts his feet in my lap. I slide my hand up his pant leg and stroke his skin. “He deflowered me.” I watch his reaction.


“Emmett? But he’s a…well I always thought he was.” He thinks for a bit before getting a naughty grin on his face. “How was it?”


“Not a patch on you but what I needed at the time.”


“Now answer that honestly and not trying to salve my ego.”


“Not a patch on you but what I needed at the time.” I repeat looking him in the eyes.


“I see. I’ve seen him.” He giggles. “He’s not as big as you and…”


“Justin.” I crawl up the sofa so we are face to face. “Don’t pretend to be okay about this if you aren’t.”


He exhales. “It’s not that I’m not okay, I’ve slept with guys before you, obviously, it’s just…”


“And also don’t be jealous. Once. It was one time and if it helps, it was Debs who set it up.”


“Debs!” His face twists over a bit but then he looks thoughtful. “Momma knows best.”


“Yeah. After all your momma knew you are a dominant.” I point out.


“Hmmm. I’ve never had a reason to be a dominant until you. Yes, I’ve used the voice to make myself heard, but to exert control over someone with their consent. You are so carefully structured and ordered.” He winds his fingers through my hair. “I don’t know how…”


“Like your mom said, speak to Emmett. He can point you in the right direction.”


“Did he teach you anything...that...that you’ve done to me?”


“No. Everything I have done to you is new and fresh and only for you.” He nods and then goes quiet and I know he want to know the number. “I am not including Emmett or you in this, but two.” He looks astounded. “I didn’t feel the need for it but now I do...and I hope I don’t have to go anywhere else for it.”


“You do and you and I will have a very big problem!” He growls.


“So you’re okay with Emmett and me and our past? For that is what and where it is, in the past.”


“Yeah. And speaking of him, need to call him. Time for us to teach that complete know-nothing-numbskull not to mess with my man or his Little Grub!”


DEBS HOUSE - MONDAY AFTERNOON


LOUNGE


JENNIFER


She puts the phone down again and once more tries to compose herself. I should not have shown her the sign first. Carl had to leave the room as he was laughing so much, but gave us some advice: Debs is to leave the signmaker to it, just let him in and then out. Do not look. No culpability on her side.


“Alrighty! I can do this. Yes I can.” She takes a calming breath but I stop her and she frowns.


“Write it down, that way you can concentrate on what you are supposed to say.”


She nods and calls Carl back in and in five minutes, he has written what she is supposed to say. She dials the number and Carl gestures that she put it on speaker. “Yes.” He clips out and she balls her fist. “You’ve called me to apologise as you should I assume.”


“Yes Michael that's what I have called to do and offer my assistance…”


“To clean the house as a proper apology? I accept.”


“Clean the...no, not that, but wanted to know if there is anything I could do to help with the store? I am going to be in LA this week and…”


“My store is in Pittsburgh not Los Angeles! Why would you...oh wait has Brian bought me a place in Los…”


“No I mean Liberty Avenue.”


“Then why did you say LA?”


We all just look at each other and Debs shakes her head as if to clear it. “As I was saying, since I caused your…”


“Life limiting injuries.” He snipes.


“Life limiting?” She repeats, actually staring at the phone in confusion.


“My sex life Mother. You could’ve caused major damage, imagine how disappointed he would be if he couldn’t have me in full working order.”


Carl is not helping her focus by doing a gagging face. “Well, anyway, is there anything I can do store…”


“Not store wise, but they have overreacted to that little incident, and banned me from Woody’s. You can use your influence on the Avenue to get that reversed…”


“I can’t do that, Michael. That is their management decision. Maybe if you apologised for what it was you did.”


“Suppose so, though it was also their fault since they were ignoring me. Oh, hang on, there is another call coming through. Do not hang up, I am sure there is something you can do to apologise to my satisfaction.” For a few minutes there is silence during which we are trying to stop from either completely corpsing or going to his house and pummelling some stupid into him, he needs to brought to sensible in stages, very painful stages!


KINNETIC - SAME TIME


EMMETT’S OFFICE


EMMETT


I start to smile and then grin. Oh this needs my girl! I reach for the phone and pause. To make that more believable we need a committee meeting. So, first things first, let the Greenfield Boulevard Neighbourhood Committee have their first meeting.


I pull up the tenants list and snicker. I carefully craft the email to Eli and Monty, and Monty replies in seconds...so the chairman is in place, now for the rest of the board. An hour later, we have a full board, date of the meeting and the agenda, I am running them off, when there is a knock on my door.


“Come in!” I call out and smile as a slightly hesitant looking Justin comes in. “Plonk yourself on the sofa be right there, sweetie.”


JUSTIN


I’m still having a difficult time reconciling Emmett as a dominant. He just doesn’t look like the type, especially in that strawberry printed sweatshirt.  I can’t help the chuckle as he has paired it with green trousers and looking at his pink suede bomber he must be quite a sight to see.




He is whistling while he works and occasionally flashes a quick smile my way. “You want a coffee or some…” He looks at his watch. “...yes something stronger?”


“What in the realms of strong do you have?”


“Oh, let me see here…” He goes over to a telephone box and opens it and it’s a stocked to the gills drinks cabinet! “...how much do you want to know? By which I mean Brian, or how I am the way you are?”


“Nothing about Brian, we’ve talked and it’s where it belongs. But you as a dominant I just don’t understand.”


“Steel fist in a velvet glove is a popular phrase to describe me. But I have always had that side, just like you. It just needed the right person. Here…” He hands me a large brandy. “I have to say one thing about Brian, do not mistake his acquiescence for total submission. He wars with himself sometimes. For all his platitudes, he is not a total submissive. Especially, when he feels like he is being pushed for want of a better word into something he doesn’t like. That’s why he cut the trip short with Michael, he was pushing him and in order to preserve what was remaining of their friendship, they came home. And then, of course, you happened.” He smiles at me as I shake my head in confusion. “No, you did. The first time, you sought to stop him from harming himself. On the roof correct?”


“Yes but I would’ve done that for anybody.”


“Okay, I will concede that. But when you heard what Michael said to him, what was your first reaction?”


“I was annoyed because I didn’t think it was a nice thing to say and that’s not what I saw when I saw Brian.”


“And what did you do?”


“Said he had to get an apology off him…”


“No, I said what did you do. Physically what did you do?”


I think back to that day and then realise what I did. “I told him how bad it sounded, well we did and I took him back to Shrillseeker’s house…”


“And…”


“He told him to stay away from him and I shoved him back in the house and slammed the door.”


“And then later on you kissed.” He sighs. “You are his Alpha and he is your Omega...”


“But isn’t one of them female?” I point out.


“Yes, but you two are both top dogs, both Alphas, you are stronger together. You are each other’s half...basically, you howled at the moon and he answered.”


I feel a sense of completeness hearing that. “So now what do I do?”


“Do what you are doing now. Protect your mate...and his cub, I mean grub. And worry not.” I get a beaming smile from him. “Now back to this hebetuded twatsticle, so the first stage is complete, now we just need to rattle his drum…”


Another hour later, we have put the word out that the Boulevard is going to be getting a cleaning service for each house...no prizes for guessing who was the first person to take up that offer! Naturally, we said of course and I know just the person. Sipping my pear brandy, I dial the number.


“Hey there, Peterkin. It’s Emmy. Do you remember that pray the gay away nutjob that worked for your brother for a while? Is she still a cleaner? Oh good, good. Now, I don’t suppose you have a number…”


RED CAPE COMICS - TUESDAY AFTERNOON


DEBS


“Do you want to come and see it or…” I am interrupted again by Michael declaring that all I am doing is watching someone put up a sign, it is not that difficult and since I am the cause of his malaise with my random act of unprovoked violence, I should be grateful I am not being arrested! But if you want to do something else useful you could man the store for the rest of the week. “Oh sweetie, I’m sorry but I can’t do that. I have estate business to look after, Michael. I said I can’t, and I am not being browbeaten into this, be reasonable. I have responsibilities to Brian and he pays me to uphold them! Good, glad we understand each other. Now, you go and rest, I’ll make sure to lock up securely.”


I almost snap my phone in annoyance when I hang up and catch the sign writer looking at me oddly. “What’s wrong?”


“What did you do that he could have you arrested for?” I explain to him, and he is snickering so much he has to stop applying the transfer. “Hence this? This guy need to get business cards or something? I know a guy who could do you something that would match this…” He points at the transfer. “...perfectly.”


“Oh yeah? What do you have in mind? And who do you know?” I ask, smiling back at his grin of relish.


“Well, I was thinking since he’s such a nasty ass little schlemiel, no offence…”


“None taken.” I laugh.


“But how about a crab to go with the cock. So, something like Dead Crab Condoms instead of Red Cock...I mean Cape Comics and I reckon by the end of the week they could be done.”


“Okay but by who?”


“Oh, sorry, me! I’ll do it. My name is Hunter, Hunter Montgomery.”


“Nice to meet you. Deb Novotny, soon to be Horvath if I get my way.” I chuckle.


“I also do wedding invitations!” He smiles.

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