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My mouth began to salivate, and my stomach grumbled in hunger. “Me too.” I picked up my fork and gleefully began chowing down on breakfast.

“Does everything taste good?” Garret asked hopefully.

“Yes.” I smiled at Garret. He had a gleam of wonderment in his eyes. “Amazing,” I mumbled between hefty bites.

“What has your spirits all excited bright and early?” he asked.

I cut into my eggs and popped a savory morsel into my mouth. “I realized when I woke up, that I’m a natural sub, and I am thrilled to have you as my Dom.” I cut right to the chase. There was no hiding it anymore.

“Really?” Garret looked practically giddy. His grin was enormous and infectious.

“It suddenly dawned on me as soon as I woke up,” I said with a shrug. “I felt like I had finally come… home. I felt like I didn’t need to hide who I really was anymore. It’s a relief, honestly. I feel like I can be happier now that the burden has lifted and I’m not struggling to be someone I’m not.”

“That’s fantastic.” Garret reached over and cupped his hand over mine, giving it an affectionately tender squeeze that made my heart pound with desire.

“I feel liberated, honestly,” I said.

“You are practically glowing,” Garret chuckled. “I think you’re making the right choice, and it will be healthy for you mentally too. I must say, being a sub is becoming for you. It suits you.”

“Exactly.” I nodded in agreement and took a sip of my coffee, grateful that it had cooled down somewhat. “Thank you. Hearing you say that nullifies any doubts I had still lingering in the back of my mind.”

Garret wiped his mouth with his napkin and leaned back in his chair. “Well, in changing the subject briefly, I for one am still bound and determined to confront Mayor Charles Beech about everything going on with the club.”

“I can still come with you,” I suggested, then added, “if you want.”

Garret gave me a heartfelt smile. I could feel his affectionate energy just by simply gazing into his gorgeous eyes.

“I would love to have you there standing beside me.” His eyes sparkled with earnest enthusiasm.

“You can always count on me.” It was my turn to reach across the table and give his hand a fond squeeze.

I was excited for all the possibilities of how our relationship could move forward in a positive way, and I was so grateful that Garret had woken up in a seemingly buoyant mood too.

“If anything, I can be a mediator between the two of you so that things don’t escalate and get too out of hand.”

Garret released a playful scoff. “You’re telling me. That’s a fantastic idea.” I caught a naughty gleam in his eye. “Now come on. Let’s go take a hot shower together. We both need a boost of energy and endurance, and I know exactly the trick to get us ahead of the game.”

I grinned and took his hand as he led me to the bathroom. My cock throbbed with anticipation. He wouldn’t have to tell me twice to climb into the shower with him. When it involved Garret, I was ready for anything.

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A couple of hours later, Garret and I sat in the waiting room of the Mayor Beech’s office.

Garret nervously bounced his leg up and down, continuously glancing at his watch. He intermittently exhaled with irritation and tossed a glance at the receptionist who did nothing more than eye him skeptically from above the top of her computer screen.

“Calm down,” I whispered to him, gently placing my hand on his knee to prevent him from twitching it any further. “You are visibly anxious. You don’t want to give Mayor Beech the satisfaction of seeing you flustered, do you? You need to keep your cool. Take a deep breath, in and out.”

Garret nodded, closed his eyes, and willingly performed the breathing exercises in order to level out his toxic, festering energy.

When he opened his eyes again, he glanced at his watch and scowled. His calm state didn’t last long, but at least I had tried and managed to subdue him for a moment or two.

“He’s been making us wait forever and I know he’s doing it on purpose,” Garret hissed.

“Well, we should have expected that much,” I mentioned quietly. “If he’s really an asshole, then he’ll be in his office just psyching us up and relishing making us squirm. That’s why you have to beat him at his own game.”

Garret nodded and squared his shoulders. His posture switched to more confidence, and his gorgeous jawline was sculpted and tight. His eyes flared with dominance.

“I’m going to crush him in there,” he declared.