Golden [Bedtime stories 1] by Joyee Flynn

instead of the cursed hybrid. He was still a big man but no longer over seven feet, closer to six, and any trace of beast gone. “How did this happen?”
“I can’t tell you,” Bash admitted quietly. “When the magic was lifted I tried to tell Boris but it was like there’s a trick to it all and I can’t speak the words.”
“He said you did this,” Boris growled.
“No, I said Golden gave me the key to how to break it,” Bash corrected as he gave me a smile. I stared at him as if he was mad and he got the hint. “The advice you gave me yesterday. I did it and it broke the curse.”
“The advice,” I parroted and then it hit me.“ That advice? You saw her?”
“Yes,” he answered with a nod. “She’s agreed to marry me.”
“You’re straight?” Boris and Boone exclaimed. “What girl?
“Okay, all brothers out and downstairs so the youngest can catch you up,” I said with a chuckle and eye roll. It ended up being the wrong thing to say because everyone focused on me then and they weren’t happy like I was.
“How could you tell Bash how to lift the curse and not me?” Boone whispered as he moved away from me. “I thought you cared for me.”
“I do, Boone,” I gasped and waved at Bash. “I didn’t know my advice would lift the curse and if I understand him right, it’s not like a spell you can repeat. It has to be something he feels and admits.”
“I knew you would hurt me,” Boris shouted and punched the wall. In a flash I was off the bed and cowering behind it as he turned his anger on me. “You’re going to the whorehouse tomorrow.”
“No!” the three of us exclaimed together.
“Stop this and come talk to me while Golden gets cleaned up and dressed,” Bash demanded. “This is not his fault. I told you that he couldn’t have known. Telling you what he suggested won’t change anything or lift the curse for you guys. It didn’t work like that.” When they were both still frowning at me he decided to switch tactics. “Don’t you want to meet my bride?”
“Yes, very much so,” Boone admitted as he got to his feet and walked towards the door. He stopped in front of Boris and poked the man in the chest with his finger. “He’s not going to the whorehouse, so stop letting your temper spew shit you regret later. We’ll talk to him and figure out why this happened after we congratulate our brother. Understand?”
“Agreed.” They left my room, leaving me there to sit alone on the floor in shock at what had taken place. Boris went to close the door and held up a key.“But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to lock you in here until you tell us how to break the curse.” He slammed it closed before I could say a word.
I knew it. We couldn’t go half a day before I was back to hating him. And even worse? I couldn’t get cleaned up if I was locked in the room. The bathroom was down the hall.
I stood up, sighing as I then flopped back to the bed. Boris had come to me in the middle of the night and now Boone this morning. That was maybe six hours of good times before drama and anger again. If anyone dared pick on me for being constantly depressed, all over the place, and a tear factory I was going to lock them in a room with Boris for a week and laugh.
Just as copious amounts of cum were drying all over me I remembered that I had a glass of water by the bed. It wasn’t exactly the best bath I’d ever had, but I made it work. I didn’t even bother to get dressed though. What was the point? Boris or Boone would come back eventually, want more sex, and then everything would be my fault again.
If I didn’t get sold to the whorehouse first.
I sat on the bed, not sure what to do or how I was going to explain this one to them without just telling them. And what if I did tell them the truth? Boris would surely think I was lying. Boone would probably believe me and then say he loved me just to break the curse. But when it didn’t work we’d never be able to recover from that.
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