Chapter 71. Good Old Days

Rhys POV

It was day four of Peace Week, and Venus still wasn’t talking to me. Well, she was talking to me in public, playing her part as the Lady of Peace so well that nobody would have guessed that we were in a disagreement.

In the company of others, she would wrap a hand around my arm and stick close enough for me to inhale her delicious scent. I had been thrown off when she had no scent, but now that she did, I was missing the good old days.

I could not force her to perform her official duties because every servant was practically off duty so that everyone could enjoy the festival. I, on the other hand, was dying of blue balls.

No amount of stroking could get my cock up on its own. At night, however, it revived itself, and I suffered all alone. Red Streaks had to forgive me, or I would die from the many erection