The Billionaire's Triplet: Resurrection Of The Scorned Wife
This girl was being way too annoying.
“Quit it, Brenda.”
“Come out of hiding, lady,” she whined. “It was just a joke, a harmless one. Do you not know how to take a joke anymore?”
I muttered a scoff into the mattress. “No, I don't, and I don't care. You already laughed and had a great time, now get lost.”
“Oh, easy there, Lady Grumpy Pants,” she joked, grabbing my shoulder and shaking my body. “Now get up, get up, get up, get up!” She ran the words together fast, almost like she was singing a nursery rhyme while shaking me.
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