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To say that Titania was pissed was an understatement. She was furious and irritated — with herself. She was being humiliated and hounded by the press.
In itself she didn’t give a damn about that but in this case she would lose custody of her boy and that was unacceptable.
Indian changeling! Idiots in his school had him believe all sorts of nonsense. Nevertheless, he was hers to love and rear and be family. Viji you idiot!
Bloody Oberon and his cronies in the press. “Countess T do you like to fuck Donkeys”? No darlings I like to fuck bottoms.
And what a glorious arse it had been. Sublime! Even if the fool attached to it did indeed have that ridiculous mask and ears on the whole time. Who cared what the other end was like. She’d liked things on this end enough to fuck him. Drat.
The charges of drug use weren’t going to go any time soon were they? Well this woman liked to party and yes she liked a trip now and then but bloody Pinkerton Puck had told her it was— oh what was the point in blaming Oberon’s tart. She should have known Puck was Oberon’s man through and through. Thank you hindsight and maturity you are no help when having a good rant.
If only Viji the Princess had had enough foresight to not add Oberon’s name as a joint custodian. Dammit. If that pae*o ever laid his hands on…
She scrolled through her messages.
What? Both of them thrown out of the same club on the same night?
Hmmm maybe she could salvage this. If Helena’s messages about being ‘attacked’ by Lysander were true and Hermia’s stupid Facebook rants were to be believed then Puck’s “magical juice” had been flowing rather freely that night. After all she could vouch for both Lysander and Demetrius. They really weren’t that type.
Well well well. Things might not all be black. Both boys were good friends and even better they were sons of good friends one of whom owned a newspaper and a news channel. Oberon may just have pissed off the wrong families.
Egeus would be a nightmare but Theseus could handle him. But that would be later. First... Well nothing to it then. Brace for a lecture and call the best lawyer for family law and custodial disputes, a.k.a. her younger sister. Speed dial one.
“Nia.” came the short succinct greeting.
“Hello Portia.”