HER THRONE♡

CHAPTER 8

"What a crock! Take the other day...I texted him to get milk on his way home, but he didn't! He doesn't do everything I tell him!"

"But what did you do when he didn't get the milk, huh?"

"That's not the point, Pol!"

"You edged him for like an hour! And then nothing! You literally punished him!"

"Well, he knows the rules. He didn't obey..."

"Oh?" She huffed. "But when he told you that

his phone was dead and didn't get the text..."

"He told me after the punishment!" Michael shook his head. "He has to learn..."

"He is an adult, Michael!" Polly took a deep breath. "He loves you and wants to please you. He would do anything for you. Even sit with a man he clearly does not like. And despite your dynamic with him - he is a person that shouldn't be punish-"

Michael cut in ignoring her, "Maybe he isn't happy with us...me...do you think he is uh cheating...?"

"Cheating?" Polly soothed his face. "Michael, you know he isn't. You are jealous. That's it."

"But I've seen Mason flirting with all sorts of people...I mean men, women...you name it...they fall at his feet. They want him," he said. "I've never felt...like this before. Fuck, jealous? Ya think? I mean it is how I feel when dudes eye you at the store...fuckers."

Polly giggled as she could tell he was reliving a memory.

"Perhaps not jealous...I know I'm possessive," he said.

"It's jealousy. You know they had some sort of history. I'm sure you are thinking about Mason sucking his..."

"The fuck, Pol!" Michael stood up almost knocking down his stool. "You don't...you think he..." Okay, perhaps that hadn't crossed his mind.

Polly shrugged. "It doesn't matter if he did..."

""The hell if doesn't..."

"I'm saying that the thought of something so...intimate with a handsome man like Adam...it's hard to deal with. I mean I hate the idea of Mason being vulnerable with someone like..."

Michael grabbed his drink, downed it, and then marched over to Mason's table with Polly hot on his heels.

"Come on, Mason. We're leaving," Michael said bluntly in his typically commanding voice.

"Aw man, stay with me, baby..." Adam started as his hand went to Mason's thigh and flexed.

"Get your fucking hand off... my... boyfriend, you fucking piece of shit!" Michael shouted, towering over the other man and pushing him enough to let go of Mason's thigh. "No one touches what is mine!" Michael growled with a look that begged the man to try it again.

But Adam stepped back with his hands up. "Woah, bro. We're cool. I didn't realize he was out, much less taken."

"Come. Now," Michael said to Mason as he turned to leave. Polly and Mason followed after him exchanging looks at one another.

As they got in the car, Michael began, "If either one of you let's someone else touch you again without my expressed consent, you will be punished." He took what was supposed to be a calming breath. "That is a rule God damn it!" He shouted as he slammed his palm to the steering wheel.

Michael started up the car and they made their way home in silence. About a block from their homes Mason turned to Michael, "So, boyfriend, huh?"

They all went inside Polly's house after the silent car ride. Michael was still seething. He spun around after the door shut behind Mason. His finger up, ready to yell.

But he stilled himself. Polly had never seen him compose himself so quickly.

"Yes," was all Michael said.

"Hm?" Mason questioned.

"Yes, you are my...boyfriend."

"Um, what does that mean?" Mason asked, he looked so unsure. This was new to both of them.

New to me, too, Polly thought.

"It means...it means that...I'm bisexual. It means that my kids are going to have two fucking dads. That I'll have to explain our relationship to every person that meets us. It means that my mom is going to have an absolute...fit...when she hears about how much I love you," Michael was pacing with his fingers combed through his dark hair.

"It means that you fucking can't leave. And you definitely can't fuck other men...or women!" He corrected. "It means you better not break my heart...or Polly's," he said pointing to her as he stared down Mason.