Pregnant For My Husband’s Father
“Since I’m sleeping here, it is our matrimonial bedroom. Just don’t bring her here.i don’t want to get a mate bond pain for something I don’t even care about.”
He sighed. “Fine. That makes sense.”
I smiled.
Then his eyes moved lower on the page.
“…What is this?” he asked slowly.
I leaned back, folding my arms.
“That,” I said happily, “is the cheating f*e.”
He looked up. “The what?”
“To have sex with Amelia,” I said calmly, “ten thousand dollars.”
His eyes widened.
“To spend the night with her, twenty thousand. Kissing and romance? Two thousand.”
I tapped the paper.