Chapter 89

It wasn’t long before he came jogging up the stairs. “I’ll put these in whichever room you choose, Da’.”

Instead of going to another room, he reached around me, opened my door, and shoved me in. He followed on my footsteps, slammed the door shut, and took off his jacket, throwing it aside. I dropped the bags and stared stupidly at him. He unbuttoned the shirt he was wearing and stripped it off, then went to work on his jeans. He stared down at Alan’s Wellies and growled. He’d have to get them off before he could remove his trousers.

Da’ric finally stood before me naked. “Look at me, Andrew.”

I noted the patterned skin, the absence of nipples and navel, the cock sheathed snug against his groin.

“I was born like this. You seem to be under the misapprehension that this is something Malossini had done to me. I get this from one of my fathers. Both my biological parents are male.”

I stared with my jaws agape as images poured into my mind, and I couldn’t help staggering backward.