Chapter One Hundred and Twelve: Learning A Lot About Each Other I

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Winston gently guided me into the carriage, and as we embarked on the journey back home, exhaustion washed over me. Collapsing onto the soft cushions, my mind began to replay the events of the day.

Meanwhile, Parker had taken Bai to his home, understanding the need for some space and privacy.

Upon our arrival home, I called out to Horace, my beloved, and as he came into view, I couldn't help but notice the nervousness in his demeanor.

I couldn't help but chuckle at Horace nervousness, holding my hands out to reassure him. "I told you I wasn't mad, I didn't lie to you," I said softly.

Seeing him immediately relax, he rushed over to me, picking me up and burying his head in my neck as he carried me into the house. I comforted him with gentle caresses.

Seated together on the couch, Horace raised his head from my neck, his expression filled with remorse. "I almost messed up again and ruined your plans," he confessed. "I know how you feel about that, and I promised never to do it again. The look on your face when you saw what I was about to do, I..." He trailed off, unable to find the words to express his regret.

I gently held Horace face in my hands and planted a kiss on his lips. To his surprise, I spoke softly, "You were so captivating when you emerged from the shadows in that treetop. It was like witnessing sexy danger. Thank you for coming to my rescue." With those words, I kissed him once more, expressing my gratitude and admiration.

Horace seemed to melt in my arms, showering me with kisses all over my face. I couldn't help but giggle, basking in the warmth of his affection and feeling utterly cherished in his embrace.

Turning to the rest of my mates, I expressed my gratitude for their unwavering support and for coming to my rescue.

Then, with a playful smile, I said, "Give me, kiss." Without hesitation, Gabriel, Winston, and Harvey lined up one after another, each giving me affectionate smooches, filling my heart with love and appreciation for their presence in my life.

Harvey, ever perceptive, asked if I wanted to talk about it, and I smiled softly, acknowledging his understanding. I agreed, realizing that I didn't want to dwell on it later; I wanted to address it now and move forward. They all nodded in agreement.

"Tell me what happened," I requested, bracing myself for the revelations. As Harvey explained Wilbard's words to me, my heart raced with a mixture of emotions.

Harvey and the guys apologized profusely for not informing me about Wilbard's plans. They hoped I would be furious with him, but they had no idea it would escalate to the point where I felt scared. And I forgave them easily, I could never ever really be mad at them.

I understood that the Beast God had a plan for me and that Wilbard played a role in it. Yet, I couldn't shake my uncertainty about whether Wilbard was a genuine alignment with our cause.

Maybe he was a stepping stool. A means to and end. Just a passing season.

I felt a pang of sadness and guilt for how I had treated him, even though his actions had warranted my reaction. In that moment, it was difficult to trust Wilbard and not feel fear.

But regardless of the truth of the matter, I still don't trust him. I was resolved not to make it easy for him. He would have to earn back my friendship and trust; I wouldn't simply hand it over as I had before.

He had hurt me, and regaining my trust wouldn't be a simple task.

I was prepared to burn bridges with him, to salvage what resources I could before severing ties and setting it on fire and watching it decompose into ashes.

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