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Chapter Nine It was Valentine's Day, you of course always exaggerated every Holliday but for some odd reason, you loved vday. I was working you stayed home and did your studies.
You were currently job hunting, crying every night that there were no journalists jobs in Australia and I calmed you down saying we'd move. In all honesty, though my job wasn't even holding up our apartment rent.
You kept reminding me we were late on rent but you didn't want to help, you told me employment was low but yet you spent our money on lingerie and even though it was sexy as hell it was too expensive to be ripped off you.
You bought clothing nonstop and though I reminded you to spoil yourself when I can't I didn't mean to buy the whole damn Victoria secret store out. When I came home I surprised you with red roses and a box of chocolate which you later reminded me that you were on a diet.
You didn't even need a fucking diet you were already underweight, I kept telling you to fit isn't skinny. You did home exercises and when I would walk in from overtime I'd see you doing Zumba then I'd later fuck you on the couch.
I told you today I wasn't up for anything today, I was so tired and had a migraine. I told you tomorrow I'd take you out to dinner just that tonight I wanted to rest.
I popped a few Advil and got under the covers. You were in a sweatshirt and sweatpants, you pulled off my boots throwing them to the side and ripped down my jeans.
"How about a massage?" You murmured in my ear dragging your lips against it, I nodded my head "that sounds so nice baby girl" I mumble into the pillow.
I heard your feet making their way to the bathroom, and saw the light switch on it felt like hours had passed I didn't know what was taking you so long "the lotion is on the t-" before I could finish my sentence you came out.
My eyes nearly bulged out of my socket when I saw what you were wearing, you were in my silk pink dress shirt I haven't worn since two years ago at Valentine's Day party with a matching pink bra and panties.
With the lotion bottle in your hand and your hair was taken out of the bun. I pulled my shirt by the hem and tossed it off. "Are you ready to feel good?" You asked me with a sly smirk and I practically moaned a yes.
