Wrong Marriage, Perfect Love
she asks and searches my eyes.
“My wife is gorgeous with or without clothes,” I say, and she blushes. “You are angelic,” I declare and wrap my arms around her waist.
“You are hot, Husband,” she says, making my heart flutter. With all the wealth in the world, she is still the best thing that has ever happen to me.
“Ahem!” Mrs Gail clears her throat, and I can sense a witty remark coming. She looks so sophisticated and young in her attire. Brian really outdid himself. I don’t even know how he got my wife and Mrs Gail’s sizes because I had instructed him not to.
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