MY GIRLFRIEND OR MY HUSBAND
I moved to the door, hesitated for half a second, then unlocked it.
The door swung open. And the maid froze. Maybe she was surprised because i hardly step into the kitchen. I always have someone to get something for me when i need it. But now, i’m not just in the kitchen, but with another person, a woman, door locked.
Oh my God, i wonder if it’s that obvious or i’m just overthinking. I’m not ashamed of who i am, but i can’t also deny the fact that i am someone’s wife, meaning what i was doing was wrong. Well, it’s not like he cares, so i’ma just do as i please.
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