plot: she inlists your help in getting rid of a persistant one night stang
3rd pov:
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"Honey! I'm home!" You yell barging into Emily apartment. You look down silently squealing seeing garments scewed out across the floor, before getting back into character.
"Y/n?" Emily asks as you walk further in to house. "What kind of fuckery is this?!" You ask being 'angry' as you hold a bra you saw eariler. "Y/n!" Emily yells as you throw the bra at her. "Who are you?!?" The one night stand exclaims. "I'm her wife!" You yell.
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"And stay out! All of this stress is bad for the baby!" You yell as the mystery girl leaves. Once she's out of sight you look at the FBI agent with two thumbs up. "The baby? Seriously?" "Wha- if you didn't want it to be a production you shouldn't of asked me." You defend you self. "You are ridiculous." "I'M RIDICULOUS?? I just had to chase a woman out of your apartment!" "Yeah but I didn't ask you to traumatize her!" "Oh, please, I didn't traumatize her." "You told her that you'd be waitint for her under her bed tonight." Emily deadpanned. "Well, she shouldn't have fucked my wife. Brunch?" You ask.
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