True Love (The Society #4)

Chapter 4 – Tracking Karima

Saturday – November 4, 2023

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Ash practically pulled me into the apartment. She’d been in a hurry all the way home from Miami. “Can we please check your lamp?”

“Why?” I asked.

“Because we need to check it. Where do you keep it?” She looked around like she thought I kept my most valuable possession in the foyer. “My name is definitely going to be on it. Do you feel different? I think you should be feeling differently by now.”

She’s really putting on a good show. So good that I was starting to wonder if she’d actually had sex with someone. I snapped my fingers and my lamp appeared in my hand. But COOPER was nowhere on it. Because of course it wasn’t.

She sighed. “I can’t believe it. I tried so hard.”

Hard, huh? I raised my eyebrow. I’d love nothing more than for Ash to be fucking everyone she met. But it didn’t seem to be happening.

It was a good thing that my backup plan was moving along perfectly. My Johan disguise had worked exactly how I’d wanted. After the game, I’d noticed a DODO agent following me. So I’d led them straight to the Miami Society where my trap was waiting .

It had been pretty easy to set up. A new recruit had wished to have sex with a famous footballer. So I’d gotten a member who looks kinda like me to dress like my new football player persona. Once I lured the DODO agent into the Society, I just had to slip away and let him stumble upon my lookalike. Before he could get close enough to realize it wasn’t me, I sent a bunch of models to take his clothes off. And while the DODO agent was getting smothered in tits, I found the zapper in his discarded pants.

Then I rounded up some girls to take to my new friends’ pool party. The whole thing had been ridiculously easy.

Ash sighed again.

I wish I could tell her all about my brilliant plan, but I didn’t want to risk saying any of it aloud, just in case Ghazi was listening.

“I’m exhausted,” she said and yawned. “Tons of sex will do that to a girl.”

I laughed.

“I’m being serious. I’ve been trying so hard to get you free.”

“I know, baby.” I lifted her into my arms even though I didn’t believe one word out of her mouth. “Let’s get some sleep.” I set her down on my bed.

Ash yawned and closed her eyes. She fell asleep almost immediately. But I kept tossing and turning. I was too excited about my plan. My freedom was so close, I could almost taste it. And it was time to execute the next phase.

I made my way into my closet and started packing .

Nigel appeared beside me. “Where are we going, Master?”

I wanted to tell him about the plan too. But it was too risky. “India.”

“Good idea. We need to do more research about arranged marriages. Maybe we can find a loving husband for Ash and then we can get free.”

Hell no. I would never let Ash marry someone else. “No. We’re not doing any more research.”

“Good. I’m still exhausted from the early 2000s. Running all over Kolkata carrying a rickshaw was hard work. But why are we going?”

“The Cricket World Cup.”

“REALLY!? YES! Boys’ trip! Can we invite Master Matthew?”

I shrugged. “Sure. But he’s probably busy. He has to work on Mondays.” Poor millionaire chap.

“I’ll convince him. YES! Lads on tour! Lads on tour! Lads on tour!” chanted Nigel. “I’ll go invite Master Matthew right now.”

I’m sure Brooklyn will love Nigel popping up in their bedroom in the middle of the night...

Ash walked into my closet in one of my dress shirts.

My eyes ran down her legs.

“Invite Master Matthew where?” She shook her head. “I mean Matt.”

“The cricket world cup!” yelled Nigel.

“You’re welcome to come too,” I said.

“What?” Nigel turned to me. “But...lads on tour.”

I ignored him. “You’re definitely invited. ”

“Is it just for the day? I might be able to take tomorrow off.”

I shook my head. “It lasts a couple weeks.”

“A couple weeks?” She sighed. “No way my mean boss will let me do that.”

“Great!” said Nigel. “Lads on tour! I’ll go tell Master Matthew about our holiday.” He snapped his fingers and disappeared.

Ash closed the distance between us. “Do you really have to go for so long?” She put her hand on my chest.

I was going to miss her too. But I couldn’t tell her why I was running off like this. I nodded.

“But...you are coming back, right?”

I wrapped my hand around hers. It was a valid question. I’d run away from her before. But I wasn’t doing that again. I was doing this for us. I needed to go to India to find and zap Princess Karima with a curse that would turn her into my puppet. And then I was going to take down the genie council from within. And I knew exactly where Karmia would be the next couple of weeks – the Cricket World Cup. Her love for cricket was the only good thing about her.

But if I said any of that out loud, then Ghazi would know my plan.

I cleared my throat. “Of course I’m coming back. This is just a special treat for Nigel for being such a loyal houseboy.”

“You’re sure it’s not because you’re mad at me about yesterday?”

For pretending to blow all my teammates? Why would I be mad about that? I smiled down at her. “Not at all. You were great with them. ”

She smiled. “Well, can you come back every night?”

I shook my head. “It’s too risky to time zone jump that much. I could easily get caught by DODO.” And I already had everything I needed from DODO.

“What should I do while you’re gone?”

I stared down at her. “Experience all the Society has to offer.”

“Like…go to every sex room?”

Well...yes. But we both knew she wasn’t going to be doing that. “The Society isn’t all sex. It has a number of state-of-the-art facilities. The ladies lounge, a gym, painting classes…”

“I’ve been to a painting class and I was not a fan. But I guess I should get in better shape. All this sex requires good stamina.”

I laughed. “You could also take photography classes so that you can send me even sexier photos of all this lesser true love searching you’ve been doing.”

She pretended to look insulted. “Are you saying my pictures haven’t been sexy?”

“Not at all.” I pulled her in close. “You know how much time I’ve spent in my masturbatorium recently.”

She laughed as I tickled her side. And then I chased her around my closet and my face ended up between her thighs. Although I shouldn’t have been surprised. Most of our evenings ended that way. I was definitely going to miss this.

***

The plane ride to India was awful. Yes, we had to take a plane. Because apparently millionaires could take a couple weeks off of work at a moment’s notice. Who knew? And Matt had decided to invite his entire family to come along too.

“Lads on tour,” muttered Nigel under his breath as we sat down in the stands. He sighed dramatically.

“Brooklyn is basically a lad,” I said.

“Hey.” She lightly shoved my shoulder as she walked past me holding baby Chloe.

“I mean that in the best way possible. That you’re one of the guys. One of us.”

“I knew what you meant.” She smiled and sat down on the other side of Matt.

Matt leaned over and kissed her.

“Lads on tour,” sighed Nigel.

“Cheer up, mate. We’re at the World Cup.” I gestured down to the pitch.

“You’re right. I guess it’s still a lads’ holiday with a woman and a baby. But we can’t get up to our shenanigans.”

“What shenanigans?” asked Brooklyn.

“I can’t speaketh them in front of a lady.”

“Then you probably shouldn’t be doing them, Nigel.”

Nigel sighed again.

“I want in,” said Jacob and pointed between me and Matt.

Matt slid to the side so Jacob could sit down next to me.

Other than the miserable plane ride, I was happy that the whole family had come along. It was a good opportunity to teach my grandson about cricket. I didn’t want Jacob to grow up to be a basic baseball bitch .

And Jacob could also be another useful pair of eyes. Karima was here somewhere. I just didn’t know which game she’d be at. Morocco sucked at cricket and didn’t have a team here…so Karima could be at any of the games. I’d just gotten tickets to all the biggest games in hopes that she’d done the same.

“Okay, little man,” I said down to my grandson. “I need your help scouting for pretty women.”

“What?” asked Matt.

“This isn’t about you, son.” I looked back down at Jacob. “Can you help me do that?”

Jacob nodded.

“If you find one, just point her out and...”

“There,” said Jacob and pointed to a redheaded woman a few rows ahead of us.

“Yeah, just like that, but...”

“There.” He pointed to another redhead walking to her seat.

“Great, but...”

“There.” He pointed to another redhead.

Why did he just keep pointing out hot redheads? And why were there so many hot redheads in India?

“And there.” He’d found another redhead really far away from us. The boy had good taste. She looked a lot like Ash.

Matt laughed as Jacob pointed out another hot redhead.

“What?” I asked.

“He has a thing for redheads,” said Matt. “Because of Scarlett.”

Ah. Right .

“But Axel is her boyfriend.” Jacob’s little shoulders slumped.

I hated when he looked sad. And no one should be sad at a cricket match. Unless you were rooting for the losers. “Don’t you worry about that, grandson. They’re young. It probably won’t last.”

“But what if it does?” he asked.

“Then the old saying holds true,” I said. “Hoes before bros.”

“What?” Matt looked at me like I was crazy. “That’s not the saying, man. And don’t say that to Jacob anyway.”

Brooklyn laughed.

“Is that not the saying?” I shrugged.

Nigel leaned forward. “I also think that is the saying.”

“It’s not,” said Matt.

“Then what is it?” asked Nigel.

“I think it’s the opposite,” said Brooklyn. “Bros before hoes.”

“There’s no way it’s bros before hoes,” said Nigel. “Hoes always win.”

“Would everyone stop saying hoes in front of my beautiful baby girl?” Matt lifted Chloe out of Brooklyn’s arms and held her protectively against his chest. “Don’t listen to them,” he whispered down at her.

“But I think that hoes...” started Nigel.

“No,” said Matt. “Stop it. Can someone please explain this game to me?”

“I can, coach,” said Jacob.

I’d described the game to Jacob on the plane ride over. I was excited to see him explain it .

Jacob launched into a very accurate and detailed description. Innings, overs, wickets. He explained it all perfectly. He even remembered that you can’t be out leg-before-wicket if the ball is outside leg stump.

“I literally have no idea what any of that means,” said Matt.

“I thought you were a sporting man?” I said.

“I am.”

“Then how are you not getting this? Jacob explained it perfectly.”

“Yessie,” said Jacob. “I did. Any sporting man would get it.”

Damn right, grandson.

“I am a sporting man,” said Matt defensively. “But what the heck is a wicket? And why is it called an innings if there is only one of them?”

“You’re being very basic right now,” said Brooklyn.

“Right?” I leaned forward and lifted my hand for a high five.

She immediately high fived me with a laugh.

“So you understand this?” asked Matt and turned to her.

She laughed harder. “Not even a little.”

He laughed too and then they started kissing again.

“Lads on tour,” sighed Nigel.

My phone buzzed and I pulled it out. Ash had sent me a selfie of herself in a sexy workout outfit surrounded by workout equipment. “This cute guy keeps hitting on me at the gym. Will you still love me if I fuck him?”

I stared at the way her sports bra was pushing up her breasts .

“There,” said Jacob and pointed to my phone.

I quickly covered the screen with my hands. “That’s my girlfriend, grandson.”

“Hoes before bros.”

Matt groaned. “Jacob, please don’t say that.”

Jacob giggled. “Okay, coach.” He scooted closer to me. “Hoes before bros,” he whispered.

I high fived him. Okay, it was time to get focused. “I also like redheads. But we’re looking for a pretty brunette in the crowd.”

“I don’t know what that means.”

“Brunette means dark hair.”

He cocked his head to the side. “But she’s pretty?”

“Yes,” I said.

“That doesn’t sound right.”

I laughed.

The next few days were more of the same. Great sporting matches, Matt being very confused, and my grandson finding all the hottest redheads in the stands. And it was a good thing Jacob was here to be on the lookout, because Ash kept sending me the most distracting texts.

On Tuesday her boss sent her on a business trip. At first she seemed annoyed about it, but then I got a text with a gif of Ash laughing at a fancy hotel bar. I couldn’t see who she was talking to. But the accompanying text read: “This business trip is actually pretty fun. All the guys here are so friendly.”

On Wednesday she sent me a picture of herself in white lingerie in her hotel room. She was wearing stockings again. It was like she was trying to torture me. The text read: “Just got to our prospective client’s room. Think I’ll be able to close the deal?”

Ha. That was definitely just her own room.

“I don’t understand,” said Matt. “It seems a whole lot like baseball but...”

I looked up from my phone. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence, Matthew.”

“Baseball is basic,” said Nigel.

“So basic, coach,” said Jacob.

I ruffled Jacob’s hair and looked back at Matt. “Son, if you’d just pay attention...”

Matt ignored me and looked down at Chloe. “When we get home I’m going to take you to a real baseball game.”

Brooklyn laughed. But I was more focused on the brunette who’d just walked by us. Was that Karima?

I reached for the zapper in my pocket. But then she turned and I saw her face.

Not Karima. Damn.

Hopefully we’d have more luck at the next game.

***

On Thursday Ash got home from her business trip. Which was great. Because now I could watch her on my apartment security cameras. She started doing her hair and makeup. I zoomed in as she slipped into a sexy lace bodysuit that was open in the front. Her tits looked amazing. I made sure to hold my phone higher than Jacob so he couldn’t check out my redhead.

Ash snapped a selfie and started texting. I couldn’t wait to see what she was going to say to me. But...the text never came through.

Had she sent it to someone else ?

“There!” said Jacob.

I looked up from my phone to see who he was pointing to. It was another beautiful redhead. And definitely not Princess Karmia. “Her hair is going to be more like that.” I pointed to a brunette.

“Nooooo,” said Jacob.

“Who exactly are we looking for?” asked Matt.

“Son, pay attention to the game.”

***

Friday was Veterans Day. And Ash sent me a picture of herself in a skintight American flag dress. The text read: “This dress is amazing. Some lucky vet is gonna love ripping it off me.”

Hmmm… The Veterans Day party at the Society usually did get pretty wild. Was tonight the night where she was finally going to have sex with someone else?

A few hours later my phone beeped. But it wasn’t a text from Ash. It was an alert that my front door had been opened. I logged in to my security feed to see if Ash had brought a gentleman suitor home. But instead it was a video of Ghazi.

He looked up at the cameras and wagged his finger in the sassiest way.

And then he texted me: “I can’t let you watch. It’s an invasion of Ash’s privacy.”

I tried to log back into my security feed, but I’d been kicked out.

Son of a bitch.

“Abuelo.” Jacob tugged on my arm. “Are you okay?”

“What?” I looked down at him.

“Are you sad? I don’t like when you’re sad. ”

Did he often think I was sad?

I cleared my throat. I didn’t want the young lad to see me upset. “No, I’m good.” I smiled.

Brooklyn gave me a look.

“I am.”

“Well, your granddaughter and I are here if you want to talk,” she said.

Brooklyn always seemed to know when I was upset. And I guess her son had gotten that talent. But I couldn’t talk to any of them about this. I cleared my throat. “I’m just upset about that last run out. To see such a promising partnership cut short on such poor running is devastating.” I slid my phone back into my pocket. I shouldn’t have been checking my security feed anyway. I was supposed to be looking for freaking Princess Karmia.

“Here,” said Brooklyn and handed me Chloe. “Babies make everything better.”

I looked down at my granddaughter. She smiled up at me.

Brooklyn was right. Chloe’s adorable smiles definitely helped.

***

On Saturday, I tried to call Ash, but instead of answering, she texted me back a picture of herself all sweaty at the gym. “Just got done training. Taking a shower now.”

And then that night, she sent another picture of herself looking hot in a tight dress. “Heading to Club Onyx. I wish you could be here. Don’t worry though…I’ll take plenty of pics. ;)”

I sighed .

“Is everything okay?” asked Matt as we waited in line to grab some butter chicken for the family. “You’ve seemed really distracted on this lads’ holiday.”

I laughed. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

“Are you sure?”

“Did Brooklyn ask you to talk to me?”

He shrugged. “She may have mentioned she thought you seemed a bit down. But I could already tell.”

Matt actually could maybe help me. I wanted Ash to sleep with other men. I wanted to be free. And yet...the thought of her actually doing it? It was driving me fucking crazy. “How did you get over Brooklyn being with Miller?”

Matt pulled his eyebrows together. “I’m...” His voice trailed off. “I’m not over it.”

Wait, what? “But the two of you are good, right? Everything is okay?” This was definitely news to me.

“Of course we’re good. But thinking about her being with him all those years instead of me? It makes my blood boil.”

Yeah, that was how I felt too.

“But he gave her something I couldn’t. At the time.” He shook his head. “This is coming out wrong.”

No it wasn’t. I think it was coming out just right.

“But if I think about it and get upset, I just remind myself that he took care of her when I couldn’t. Even if it hurts. I’m grateful to him. If that makes any sense. I’m grateful for what he did. I’m grateful for Jacob. I’m grateful for what I have now. And that wouldn’t have existed if he hadn’t taken care of Brooklyn for me when I couldn’t. ”

I nodded. If Ash did actually have sex with someone...she was doing it for me. How could I not be grateful for that?

“And you helped me,” said Matt. “With perspective. With remembering what truly mattered. Which is how much I love her.”

It was easier when it was me looking from the outside in I guess. But Matt was the most stubborn person I knew. If he could put those feelings aside and focus on what mattered most, so could I. Besides, I didn’t think Ash was actually doing anything. Right?

“Where is all this coming from?” asked Matt.

“I was just curious.”

“Did Ash do something?”

“No.” I wish. No, I didn’t wish. Fuck, I didn’t even know what I wished anymore.

Matt put his hand on my shoulder. “Is she why we’re here? Did you need some time away?”

I shook my head. “No. I’m not upset with Ash. I...I love her.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” I’d never felt like this before. I’d found someone who could relate to me. Someone who laughed at all my jokes. Someone who always made me laugh too.

“I’m really happy for you.”

“Thanks, son.”

***

On Sunday I was finally able to videochat with Ash. She was in the sexiest little workout outfit walking down the sidewalk .

“Hey, I was just heading to the gym,” she said. “Hopefully my new trainer will take it easy on me.”

“When he sees you in that outfit he’s definitely gonna try to bang you,” I said.

She laughed. “No way. This one will be much more professional than the last.”

“What happened to your last trainer?”

Ash’s cheeks turned red. “I had to fire him. Because of the one date rule… Wait, getting fucked in the shower after a workout counts as a date, right?”

I chuckled and shook my head. “Theoretically, yes.”

She winked at me.

***

On Monday she sent a picture of herself standing in my Society apartment completely naked in tall black boots and braided pigtails.

Fuck me.

The accompanying text read: “First one here gets to fuck me.”

What?

A second later I got another text: “Oops, didn’t mean to send that to you.”

I swallowed hard as I stared at her words. Was this the type of text she’d been sending before? When I thought I was about to get one, but it never came through?

***

On Tuesday she sent a picture of herself in a polka dot dress and heels. Her hair was all done up. And her hands were about a foot apart in some sort of measurement. She’d texted: “Interviewing butlers today to help out while Nigel is gone. Hopefully one will be able to fulfill all my requirements.”

I laughed. That was a good dick joke.

After a few hours she sent me another text: “I found the perfect butler. He has a foot long cock with a heart shaped birthmark on it.”

She always added such strange details to her sex stories...

***

Wednesday was the semifinal between India and New Zealand. And I knew Karima MUST be here somewhere. This wasn’t a match to be missed.

But Jacob wasn’t going to help find her. He’d been completely useless at finding attractive brunettes. In the cutest way possible.

I did my best to focus on the stands instead of the action on the pitch.

“What are we looking for?” asked Nigel.

“Nothing,” I said.

“It really seems like we’re looking for something. Oh! A love match for Frankie, perchance?”

“No.”

“How about him?” He pointed to some random guy in front of us. “Never mind. He looks a right numpty, eh?”

“What the heck did you just say?” asked Matt with a laugh.

“You’ve never heard of a numpty?”

“No,” said Matt.

Nigel shrugged. “Well then you’re a complete pillock.”

“Excuse me? ”

“I don’t think it’s a good thing,” said Brooklyn.

“It’s not,” said Nigel. “It’s devastating. Back to what I was saying. Let’s find a suitor for Frankie.”

“Who is Frankie?” asked Matt.

“No one,” I said.

“No, she’s someone,” said Nigel. “She’s actually a very lovely person that is important in my life.”

What? I stopped scanning the crowd and stared at him for a moment. I wasn’t sure why he wasn’t fucking Frankie already. He clearly had a thing for her. I shook my head and focused back on the task at hand. And finally I spotted Karmia. She was only several rows ahead of us and a few rows over. I had her!

My phone buzzed just as I was reaching for my zapper.

Ash had sent me another text. It was a selfie of her in a bathroom mirror. Her hair was in a messy bun. She had earbuds in like she’d just finished a workout. But I was more focused on the cum splattered all over her face. The text read: “You were right. My new trainer did want to bang me.”

What the fuck?! I stared at the cum dripping down her chin. Had Ash really been fucking around this whole time?

“There,” said Jacob.

I looked up. He was pointing at some redhead in the stands. But I didn’t need his adorable help. Because I’d already found Princess Karima. I turned toward where she was sitting.

But...she was gone.

I stood up and scanned the stands. But she was nowhere in sight .

Damn it!

“I think I just saw Karima,” said Nigel. “We made direct intimate eye contact and then she ran for the exit.”

I groaned and sat back down. Nigel had totally spooked her. Now I’d have to wait until the next Cricket World Cup to catch her. Luckily though, cricket was awesome and had world cups for each of its 3 formats, so the next Cricket World Cup was only like seven months away.

And I might not need to wait that long. I looked back down at the picture of Ash.

My heart was beating funny in my chest. She was actually trying to set me free.

I was relieved.

I was furious.

I was...turned on. I could so easily imagine my own cum dripping down her chin once I was free.

Shit. I didn’t want to burn this stadium to the ground. I took a deep breath. I needed to go check my lamp...