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As Angelo was enjoying his meal when; a person suddenly sat- on the opposite side of him. He glanced at the person- who sat on his opposite side. Angelo was surprised- to see that it was the gorgeous tigress; that had sat- on the opposite side of him. Aimie’s mother-in-law looked at her with seriousness; that goosebumps started to emerge on his skin.
Mark’s mother suddenly smiled sweetly at him, that he suddenly felt shivers all over his skin: “Is something the matter, mom?”
Angelo decided to ask Aimie’s mother-in-law since; he was not comfortable- with how Mark’s mother looked at him.
“Seems like you; haven’t slept well last night.” Mark’s mother smirked as she scanned the face of her daughter-in-law. “Did you and my son perhaps have done something, you know?”
Angelo spitted the food he had just eaten and let out a few swear words in his mind. He didn’t expect that this gorgeous tigress in front of him would have some lewd thoughts about him and that
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Mark’s mother could only trust her daughter-in-law’s words. After all, she doesn’t feel what Aimie feels. All she could do was to observe the condition of her son’s wife. “Then I’ll trust your words,” Mark’s mother helplessly said. “Do you want a new set of a meal? I’ll ask the kitchen staff to cook for you a new batch of foods for lunch.” Before Angelo could reject the suggestion of Mark’s mother, the gorgeous tigress had already left the dining room and went towards the kitchen to instruct the kitchen staff to cook a new set of foods. Angelo just stared at the meal he hadn’t even finished- he felt that rich people tend to; waste food much often. He helplessly breath out and started eating the food he wasn’t able to finish earlier. The kitchen staff; then brought a new set of lunches for Angelo although, he was full because of what he had eaten just now. He decided to consume the newly cooked foods even though he was already- stuffed since not all people are
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Angelo then blushed in embarrassment after Mark’s mother had explained things to him. He’s not used to the way these wealthy people dine; he was accustomed- to eating his meals directly without the unnecessary appetizers and desserts on the table. Composing himself, Angelo silently ate the single fried ravioli on his plate, and after he was done- with the appetizer, Mark gestured for the staff to serve them the main dish. The kitchen staff- then efficiently replaced the used plates and utensils with new ones- before serving- the main dishes- comprised; of a high-grade medium-rare steak and baked potatoes. Angelo, seeing the meal that; was served, became hungry. Before Angelo could dig into the food served in front- of him, he became devastated because of the varied spoons, forks, and knives placed: on the side- where the plate- is located. Not wanting to be embarrassed, again Angelo secretly looked to Mark’s direction and copied the perverted ugly human being’s table
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“How come this gorgeous tigress is so strong when she is a woman. This body of mine is so weak that I think a single gust of wind would cause me to fly miles away from this place.” Angelo thought as he touched the wrist that Mark’s mother had gripped tightly. Angelo inwardly cried, seeing the wrist- that was as thin as bamboo to have a scary red handprint. “Why did you suddenly grab me?” Angelo inquired as he massaged his wrist. “Well, it’s because you’re in the wrong direction of your room.” Mark’s mother informed. Angelo looked left and right, trying to see if he was indeed in the wrong direction of his glimmering, dashing pink room. He then looked at the door- to make sure that it was the right door; that would lead him to the horrifyingly pink room. “I think you are mistaken, mom,” Angelo said when he was sure that he was in the right direction of his room. “Then, I’ll head inside.” But before Angelo could open the door of his room, he sud
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Mark’s mother energetically instructed the attendants where the things- would be placed. When they were; done, Mark’s mother decided to excuse them and, the attendants breathed out in relief because they could finally rest in their quarters. Satisfied with the attendant’s job, Mark’s mother beelines to her son- who was busily rummaging and signing the papers that; were placed- on his study table. “Are you satisfied with the attendant’s work?” Mark’s mother inquired as she leaned her head against the study table. Mark just nodded at his mother’s inquiry without withdrawing his focus on the document he was reading. Mark’s mother pulled a face when she noticed his son’s action towards him. She then yanked the papers his son was holding and placed them on the pile of papers; located on the side. “Why are you still looking at those documents when work- had already been done ages ago.” Mark’s mother then pulled her son and made him sit on his king-size bed.
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With large: strides, Mark was finally able to place his unconscious wife on the king-sized bed. Mark was about to reach the intercom- to call for their family doctor to do a check-up on Aimie- when he heard the snores of his cute wife. Mark grinned like a cat- when hearing- the loud snores of his wife. He then pressed the intercom to call one of the maids to dress his wife. When the maid arrived at the room, Mark then gave the maid set of clothes to put on his wife. So as not to make the atmosphere awkward, Mark decided to leave the room and informed the maid- to call him when she was done- with donning clothes on his cute wife. Mark was descending the staircase when he encountered his mother- who was about to climb the stairs. “Why did you suddenly come out of your room?” Mark’s mother inquired when she saw her son going down the staircase. “It’s awkward for me to stay inside the room when a maid is helping my wife change clothes,” Mark explained as he conti
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Angelo, who was sleeping soundly unexpectedly, felt the warm temperature on his side; he then squirmed to get near the warmth and coiled like a snake to feel the comfortable warmth even more. Mark detected that the person beside him had embraced him tightly, breathed out in defeat, and embraced his wife back. The two embrace- tightly seemingly, getting warmth from each other and, they slept peacefully for the rest of the first light. The glimmer of the sun begins to tickle the surroundings to announce the birth of forenoon; plants and flowers had come back into life as they began to absorb the dew that had blessed the day spring and, birds started- to sing as if welcoming the new day. As everyone started to revive from the idle dread of night, two people were nestled tightly to each other. The coziness suddenly- felt potent that Angelo started to feel as if he was; being choked because of the uncomfortable feeling he was feeling. Angelo tried to slither away from the
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“Not again,” Angelo said on his mind as he tried to dodge the kisses of the d*mn perverted Mark. “This perverted ugly human being is taking advantage of the situation. For all I know, he’s thankful that I don’t have enough strength to push him off.” Mark gave soft and gentle kisses to Aimie’s lips. He rained kisses on Aimie to the point that Angelo felt like drowning in the sea of kisses. When Mark notices that- Aimie is feeling overwhelmed- he breaks away from her for a second to let his wife take a breath. Angelo was gasping for breath when Mark finally had broken away from him but, before he could regain his composure, Mark continued the kiss that had halted. The gentle kisses were then replaced by lip-locking- with Mark’s lower lips on Aimie’s lower lips and the upper lip of Aimie on Mark’s upper lip; Mark then pulled his wife closer to him. He then places his hand on her face and, with a thumb, he sweeps across her cheekbones; the lip-locking continues and, Ange
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“You bastard, I’m truly going to exterminate you one day. Just wait and see.” Angelo was expecting- that Mark had heard his loud complaint, but he didn’t expect that he was yelling to not a single soul in the room since the d*mn perverted b*st*rd had already proceeded to the bathroom. He then went to the dressing table and pulled a hairdryer from the cabinet: Angelo then began drying his medium-length hair and, he began to swirl a section of his medium-length hair as he ponders whether or not to cut his hair short. As he was drying his hair- the perverted Mark emerged from the bathroom. Angelo then looked at the ugly being using the mirror’s reflection and; again, he had seen him only wearing a towel to cover his lower half. Angelo internally cursed as Mark looked like a person showing off his well-sculpted body in front of him. He should also have those well-defined abs- that the perverted b*st*rd have- if not for his soul transferring into a body of a woman.
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