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I explained to him. "Honey stop wasting?? This girl wants to be an old lady with sixty cats in her backyard. " Marialle teased me. "I don't care! As long as I am out away from these stupid pervert horny annoying guys. Urg! " The both looked at me dumb founded. "Oh my god... you better be an old maid? Then getting married? Are you a man hater or something? " Marialle asked too much "No!!!!... Most men are annoying and perverted. That's why... If I find a guy who is a gentleman and sweet, why not? But not now.. I want to love myself." I laughed at my statement.

I shake the thought. I received a text from Ji-Ha. "Hey how about we go to a bar? ( ╹▽╹ )" "Hmmm, will your husband be ok?" "He will not be mad unless he doesn't know right. I'm kidding hahaha I already told him I will help you to find a boyfriend." "You are such a bad girl. Also, I don't need a boyfriend. I am fine on my own. And I have high standards of who I should date hehehe" I can't tell her because of her husband my taste for men is so exquisite.

His eyes followed me, brow furrowed. When I reached him, I didn’t stop right away. Instead, I placed my hands on his shoulders. He flinched, just slightly. And that almost made me laugh. I leaned in just enough for my voice to drop, softer now. “My dear husband…” I tilted my head, my gaze locking into his. “Let’s have an open marriage.” Silence. Yes, I would serve him that hot dish first.

Huhu! I ignored this man with me here in the room, He doesn't look at me, he doesn't care, he just let me and I know that he was also forced to this arrange marriage. Yes, we talked before but I really can't imagine that this person is my husband. he was just my classmate yesterday and now he is my Husband? I hope everything is just a dream. But not. "We're Married." I am now Mrs. Quinlee Velez Ford and he is now my husband.

Nyelle "Are you seriously going to keep rejecting the offer?" Nico stared at me like I'd completely lost my mind. His brows were pulled together and one hand rested on his hip while he waited for an answer. I didn't even hesitate. "Yes." I signed rubbing my forehead. If only it were that simple. "You don't understand." My fingers moved faster this time. "That's my husband's company." The moment I signed it, realization crossed his face. His expression changed instantly and the argument died on his lips.

He hurries to pull me up before I could say a thing his phone rings. "I- I have to take this." With that, my husband leaves his naked wife in the room to tend to business. I stood flabbergasted and with 100% realization. Romance is dead. ~~~~'

He looked at her with obvious eyes that he hoped he wouldn't bother because he would be destroyed. "Is your husband Congressman Joh?" Esteban asked the woman indifferently. The woman frowned because Esteban asked, obviously. "Your husband likes to hook up with rich people because he has lost interest in a husband like you." Everyone was surprised to hear from Esteban. Aurora Chu got even more angry at what Esteban said, she couldn't believe that an ordinary person would say that to her. "Who are you? This woman is my husband's partner!" he shouted. Aling Helya approached Esteban and pulled him.

"It's okay. You can tell him it was merely to keep you from screaming in the restaurant. The slave could demonstrate her skills on his cock as well if he doubts you'd scream from your orgasm." "You said your wife screamed when she had her orgasm. Where is she? I know these two are attached to Scott and you said this slave was the one who made your wife scream." "With Julia's and Lisa's Master. He's working in LA on my house and since I have the good fortune of using his slaves while I stay at his house, I've loaned her to him for the week."

“You’re right. I am interested in the offer.” Damien’s chest tightened in relief as he exhaled slowly. “So you’ll do it?” Lucas’s smirk widened; it was as if he was laughing but holding it back.“That depends.” “On what?” Lucas leaned back, gaze glittering with something Damien couldn’t quite place. Something dangerous. “I’ll agree to be your husband,” he said, voice dripping with amusement. “But only under one condition.” Damien’s stomach twisted. “Which is?” Lucas took his time, finishing his drink before leaning in one last time.

She barked, her chest heaving like she had just run a marathon, and I watched her. It was useless arguing that Davy had hardly a nickname. That it was a meaningless dance just for show, but she opened her mouth again, not at all through. “Do you know how embarrassing it is to see your husband so taken by another that he couldn’t even feel you?” She asked, her words gutting me. “You have said you could spot me anywhere in a crowd, yet you were so fucking blind to it, but that wasn’t even worse. It was the fact that I had to see my husband drive her home, spending hours with her, and then he comes back home, lying in your face?