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Dustin Midnight · 27 May 2023 -
Andrew moon, your average joe finds himself now dealing with his life with the mysterious Goddess named Raven, whats a guy to do one he finds out that the gods are real and he's about to marry a goddess
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Chapter 2: Dinner with the Gods
Three days had passed since Andrew had begun his new life as the Fiancée of the war Goddess of America, and somehow everything seemed nice as he explored the manor. He was walking down the various hallways. The estate felt like a maze of never-ending hallways. It felt like an endless dream, though Andrew somehow thought it was a hassle.
“It’s like every time I go around this place; it just keeps changing. Even if I have a map of this place, It won’t work. It just keeps changing.” He muttered to himself. However, the manor reminds him more of a hotel designed for the rich than an average guy like himself.
Yet somehow, Andrew felt so empty. There wasn’t anyone to talk to; the help, as Raven had called them, sure they were everywhere. Though when he tried talking to them, they would say the same thing,
‘I’m sorry, Master, but I must be working maybe some other time.’ Or, ‘Master, I’m too low for you to acknowledge me.’ Andrew admitted that one wasn’t spoken out loud, but the way they barely even tried to talk to him made him wonder what they were thinking about. The fact was that they hadn’t even tried speaking to him. Ignoring him like he was some ignorant child had gotten on Andrew's nerves.
I’ve got to keep my temper in check; I don’t want to lose control again. He thought while rubbing his sides. Sure, he could have talked to Raven. It’s just half the time she was out doing her duties, as she explained to him around day two. So half the time, he wouldn’t see her till it was dinner time and when they went to bed.
Andrew groaned as he thought about the last couple of nights. The way she wore so few clothes. The Goddess wouldn’t look so sexy and tempting. That nighty barely hid anything; at that point, she should have just slept in the nude at the very least.
Andrew had thought about the first night they slept in that bed. The way she came in there gave him that lush smile as he was in there, wearing just a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt. But Raven came in wearing that red lingerie that looked nearly translucent—the way she caused him to pop a boner.
Then she told …
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She cooks better now. She's friendlier, too. Much friendlier. And there's something purple living in her that's been sealed in a box for a thousand years and is very, very bored.
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“The posting said fifteen.”
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“He says it gave her a stomachache.”
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