Chapter 85
Read Mated To The King’s Ga*ma by Jessica Hall Chapter 85 – “Get it off your chest, son. I am not a
mind reader. I know you tried to change her.” “She said I tried to force her to live,” “Because you did,” she
tells me. No judgment from this woman ever came. I could tell her my darkest secrets; I knew she would
take them to the grave with her and not judge me for my mistakes.
“Yes, but I don‘t think I can keep the promise I made to her if she tries to do it again,” I whisper “I don‘t
think she will try again, Gannon. Whatever Azalea did, it made her want to live. Abbie spent so much
time trapped in her past that she forgot she now has a future, and that future is with you and Tyson. You
just may need to remind her of it asionally,” she tells me, passing me the soap and loofah. I take
them, and she pats my cheek before walking out.
“I will take Tyson for the night. I am taking Hunter for the night, too. I will have Dustine and grab Tys
on for me,” she tells me.
“Thank you,” I tell her, and she nods, closing the door and leaving me with Abbie. I strip my pants off and
climb into the shower. Abbie sat at my feet, leaning against the shower wall while I quickly washed
before kneeling to wash her. She jerks awake when I pull her head under the water, coughing, and
spluttering. She wipes her eyes, peering around.
“You‘re safe. It‘s just me,” I tell her, and she sighs, leaning back against the shower wall. Leaning out of t
he shower quickly, I grab her toothbrush and mouthwash. I put toothpaste on it, passing
it to her, yet her eyes were already closing.
“Abbie, brush your teeth,” I tell her, cing the toothbrush in her hand and bringing it to her mouth. She c
hews on it while attempting to brush her teeth. I quickly wash her hair before tilting her head back while
laughing at her when I try to pull the toothbrush from her mouth.
“Open your mouth,” I chuckle, scrubbing her teeth the same way I watch her scrub Tyson‘s every mornin
g and night. “Spit,” I tell her when I am done. She does, mostly spitting it on herself, and I quickly wash it
off her.
“Come on,” I tell her. She sluggishly peers up at me, returning to her surroundings and looking around
again. It was clear she had already forgotten where she was. She waspletely shitfaced, and she
smiledzily, and I rolled my eyes, grabbing her under the arms and pulling her up.
“I think I drunkded too much,” she giggles, slurring each word and making meugh.
“That you did,” I tell her.
“Did you find my bunny?” I raise an eyebrow at her, not knowing what she is talking about.
Thalf drag her while she stumbles out of the shower. It took me a solid twenty minutes to dress her beca
use she kept demanding her bunny, which I finally figured out was her damn slippers. I ce her in bed, t
ucking her in, her slipper tucked under one arm. Shaking my head, I put my boxers on before moving tow
ard the door I realized was slightly ajar.
As I close it, I catch movement and open it, wondering if it was rice and if she needed something. Yet
when I open the door, I catch a glimpse of something I wished I could unsee. I blink at the scene before
me. Damian had Tandi‘s legs around his waist while he impaled his c***ck in her while pressing her again
st the damn wall.
I clear my throat. He is staring up at the ceiling instead of his white a***s.
“We have rooms for a reason!” I called out, and Tandi shrieked.
“Noted. We were getting
there,” Damian growls, quickly rushing to his room down the hall. I shake my head, shut the door, and fall
onto the couch.
Abbie would freak out if she woke up with me on the bed next to her. She never slept next to me unless T
yson was between us. Besides a few stolen kisses and brief hugs, that was it. It was also what caused th
e incident the other day.
Tyson has his own room now, and still, she refused to sleep in the bed without him. Or when I had put
him in his room, I would wake up to her in there with him or her creeping over to the couch. Shutting the
lamp off and closing my eyes, I drape my arm across my face.
The sky was already starting to lighten, yet sleep took me. Although, I am abruptly awoken from oblivion
by a loud crashing noise, which has me sitting up instantly. My eyes peer around the room, adjusting to
the darkness as my night vision kicks in..
I sigh, finding Abbie getting to her feet from the floor. She giggles, and I sit up just as she stands “Abbie,
you should be asleep,” I groan, rubbing my eyes when I feel her body hit mine as she stumbles into me. I
caught her to realize she had shredded her clothes in her sleep.
“Abbie,” I stammer. She only giggles, climbing into myp, her lips attacking me. I grip her arms, but she p
her back.
“Abbie, you‘re drunk,” I tell her. She slurs and mumbles while her hands keep tugging at
my clothes. I remove my shirt, dragging it over my head.
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“You don‘t want me!” she puffs while sitting up.
“Not while you‘re drunk, I don‘t. Nowy down,” I tell her, patting my chest. She ignores me, instead trying
kiss me, and I sigh. “Abbie!”
“I want you!” she whines, licking my chest.
“And if you still want me in the morning, you can have me. But not while you‘re like this,” I tell her, yet
still, she insists, and I roll my eyes, tucking her beside me and locking my arms around her squirming
body. Her a*s is rubbing against my c***tch, making me extremely ufortable as I trap her between
the back of the couch and my chest.
I sigh and purr before realizing my calling would work on her now. And I take full advantage of it, letting it
calm her and essentially knocking her out. I wasn‘t giving her another reason to hate me. And f***king
her while she was like this would make me hate myself as much as she would hate me in the morning.
“Sleep, love. You‘re safe with me,” I whispered before kissing her cheek, loving
the feel of her body safe in my arms.