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Chapter Seventy-Three.
AYDEMs POV...
I watch as my sassy wife exits the barn with a bounce to her step, and her perky ass swaying side to side.
Gods!
She has no idea of the internal frustration and hunger I battle with on the inside for her on a daily.
Releasing a sigh that is heavy with animosity, I turn around to look at the work of art she's left behind on Castello's chest. I can't help but scrunch my nose, rubbing a hand over my own chest, as I can presently feel his agony.
His head lulls side to side, and I step forward, kicking his leg with the tip of my shoe. "Oh, no you piece of bok! [shit!]. You can not pass out before the party has begun." I sneer, drawing my arm back, I drive it forward and slap him across the face with my open hand.
The beautiful sound of flesh, hitting flesh, sweeps throughout the brightly lit barn.
Internally, I grimace at the realisation that it is weirdly more gratifying to listen to, rather than the
Jay CrawleyThank you guys for reading this far! I know the updates have been slow due to other commitments, I'll have more updates next weekend which will most likely bring the book to an end😪 Appreciate you💯
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