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“Alright fine but if I notice something strange I'm bringing you back here,” “Thank you,” Soon they arrived at the bar and Nuella ordered a tequila shot. She had explained everything on the ride over and Dora was furious. “A toast to singlehood.” she whispered and then chuckled. Dora eyed her. “I can't believe that idiot did something so stupid. How could he and with Natasha?” Nuella downed the shot and ordered another one. “I can't believe I was so blind.” “He's the idiot for not treating you right.” Dora shot back and grinned as a thought popped into her head.

Hooked up with anyone who looked his way—except Cindy. He iced her out, blamed her for me not forgiving him. As for the baby? He sent money. That's it. Never showed his face. Cindy lost it. Went full public with the affair, spilled all the dirty laundry from our marriage. Peter shut it down fast. Sued her, too. She cracked. Like, completely snapped. One snowy day, she stabbed him. He bled out in the snow—bright red everywhere—but still wouldn't go to the hospital.

She handed me the phone she was holding. I covered my mouth with my hand when I saw that what happened at the bar last night was social media. “Vocalist of Logistic Band defended her girlfriend in front of their fans!” she read the caption aloud. “Here is another one! Is she the new girlfriend of our very own Rexon Del’Torre?” I seemed to be enveloped in coldness because of the captions I read and the posted photos. She read the comments aloud again. “Is that really his girlfriend? OMG! Not so beautiful.”

She went to f******k, there was no result, seems that the man was not on f******k, I reality, Rohan closed his f******k account on the night of his wedding. And had purposely brought down everything about him from the internet. After the sex saga 3 months ago, he had instructed his assistant to form a 6 man high-powered internet wizard whose work would be to ensure that no information about him can be found online. The high-powered group was only interested in removing the negative aspect from the net, but after the wedding saga, Dan; his assistant had instructed the group to remove any and every single information about him from the net including his pictures.

I flinched so hard, I lost my balance and fell on my butt and trust me, the shit hurt like hell, it felt as if hot rocks had been implanted on my butt. “Sleeping on the bed obviously.” I replied, my voice louder and deeper than intended… I was in pain and I was angry as well. “I see you've grown some wings, wifey,” he had a devilish smirk on his face. Did he just call me WIFEY? I swear I asked internally but maybe I had said it out loud somehow. “Are you not my wife?” He asked, taking off his wristwatch. What the hell had come over him?

He presented his phone to me and placed it in front of me, saying, "Look what I found. It's BedPlay Media! Their videos are top-tier stuff. Have a look at this." I looked at the video playing on the phone. BedPlay Media's logo was displayed prominently on the screen. Wasn't this the company my wife worked at? I grabbed my colleague's phone and scanned the website URL carefully. I couldn't believe my eyes. This was an adult site! Was this where Bella worked? My colleague grinned even more excitedly when he saw my reaction. "This website is great stuff, isn't it? Shall I share it with you, Ernie?" I shot him a look and immediately replied, "Yes. Send it to me now."

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A cheerleader skirt that left my ass hanging, and underneath a shoelace thong that parted my cunt lips. My husband was already here. Probably in one of the private rooms having fun. I loved our open marriage. If I saw a man that I was attracted to, nothing was stopping me from hopping on his dick; same goes for Roman. Half-naked girls milled the place, serving drinks to paying clients. The second they spotted me, they nodded their heads at me. My most sort of male sex worker, Darius, already had a middle-aged man bent in front of everyone, railing his bubble butt.

“Nah. Man…he’s so fucking hot” “That, I agree. Tell me. I’m in for the juice” “Bitch, he’s good at it” “Good at what? “Come closer” “Oooh! Confidential. Ha, ha. Tell me babe” “Damn, he’s good at hitting the G spot. He’s wife goes moaning loudly but in a def demure way. Guess what? “What? Tell me all of’em. Don’t hide nothing from me”

"Don't let it go to your head!" "Too late," Liam whispered teasingly, his warm fingers casually reaching down to slide into mine, locking our hands together in front of Anna. "It's already there." Anna smirked knowingly, raising her champagne glass toward us. And as I stood there in the backstage lounge, flustered, embarrassed, and completely flushed under my husband's intense, undivided gaze, I realized there was no escaping it anymore. He had me—completely, utterly, and undeniably. ***