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” I add, dipping a fuck into the egg. . . . “What about this?” I ask Damien who sits on the bed, strapping his Cartier to his wrist. He tilts his head up and spares me a glance. “Everything looks good on you, wife.” I grunt, already expecting the answer. Everything looks good on you. You make the dress look better. The dress is happy to be on your body. Just. Shut. The. Fuck. Up. And choose one! But well, again, I walk towards the floor to ceiling mirror, checking the dress out.

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For good this time. ****

I say, sadly. "That's not good"

“Good” *****

Everyone said Alice Foster was heads over heels in love with me. Even when my father and I were kicked out of the house, she still insisted on keeping her marriage vows. She even rehearsed them ninety-nine times because she envisioned a perfect wedding for us. Little did they know, all the best-men at the wedding were picked among a list of the ninety-nine lovers she kept around her. “Oliver, you're already my husband. It’s not too much to ask to let them attend the wedding, is it?” I numbly accepted the box of cash she handed me before rushing to the hospital. The wedding was supposed to be for me. That was, until I saw her walking onto the stage with the child my mother birthed out of

" Goodnight" ***

Tq Happy Reading you guys and take care:) Love, Diana

How did you become such a slut and ohhh, Daisy, how do you feel being such a whore? Good... Fucking heavenly. It feels so fucking good being such a whore. I wouldn't choose anything over being my daddies' whore.