My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage
Still, she watches carefully and eavesdrop a bit.
“Da, I really must go,” he says, a pained expression on his face. “I’m in the middle of a show.” Faintly, as Tobias gets closer, Monica can hear a man’s voice on the other end of
the line. Tobias must have his phone on speaker to try and get past the music out front. “Shush! You can spare a few minutes for your da! Bloody hell, Toby, turn on the camera, show me all of it! So many knockers and beautiful arses! Mmmhmm, makes me feel like a young ballsy bloke again! Just a blue pill and I could take all of them.” “Da, be quiet!” Tobias says, clearly embarrassed.
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