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I dressed for you this morning. I hoped you would like it. PS: Compliments will get you everywhere.

Vic couldn’t help but wonder what the Prime Minister was doing while Julia played on her phone. She texted her straight back.

Who does the Prime Minister think you are texting?

I told him it was the Queen. Nobody messes with her.

Vic laughed at the audacity of Julia’s lie.

Fucking hell. I can’t stop thinking about how hot you look when you come.

Julia—or Swoolia as it was still labelled in Vic’s phone—responded immediately.

I can’t stop thinking about (well everything really) but mostly how good my hand felt inside of you and how sexy you are when you moan while I’m fucking you.

I don’t fucking moan, Vic responded.

You fucking do. Really loudly.

Vic huffed from atop Satan and replied.

Well, so do you. (And I like it.)

A few seconds passed before the next text from Julia.

There’s so many things I want to do to you.

Vic felt herself melting into a puddle on the saddle.

Come over tonight?

Julia’s response was immediate.

100% yes. But I need to go now and give the PM some attention. But I’ll come over when I finish if that’s ok?

Vic repeated Julia’s answer back to her.

100% yes. I’ll order dinner. And then I’ll eat you for dessert.

I can’t wait.

As she tucked her phone away, Vic wondered what was happening. She muttered to Satan as they continued to meander along the tree line. “Have I really just been sexting the Queen’s personal advisor while she is in a meeting with the prime minister? Is this really my life?”

It felt surreal, but so right. It felt so good with Julia. Everything felt so good with Julia.

Vic made her way back to the stables and fed Hyzenthlay. She then waited for the people who were buying Angel and made small talk and pretended to be normal, which was a real challenge.

She got back to the castle and took a shower before hanging out with Hyzenthlay, playing with her, just waiting for later. The dogs lazed around in the living room with them.

“Mama,” Hyzenthlay cooed and reached her tiny hand up. “Good girl, baby! Very good.” Vic had the kitchen bring up a light lunch for them both. She happily fed Hyzenthlay, cutting everything up small. She had a fruit salad, and she loved how much Hyzenthlay loved the different fruits.

She rang through to Olivia.

“Hey, Olivia, can you watch Hyzenthlay later?”

“Of course. What time?”

“Not sure. I might do bath and bedtime or I might not. But definitely can you watch her overnight? Can I let you know timings?”

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