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|Two Better Than One| Klaus & Diego》

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I AM SO THANKFUL FOR YOU GUYS AND YOUR COMMENTS GIVE ME LIFE

SO THANK YOU FOR MAKING MY DAY

SMUT~

A shitty husband and a neglected wife.

I mean what would you do if you met Klaus, and Diego, and literally had the chance to inhale their right nostril?

Ignore me guys. Let my go swallow my right kidney real quick.

Y/n~

"Everything is set up for you to have fun on your trip. I don't have the time for it." He throws his suit jacket on that was lying on the kitchen counter.

He was already running late for his clients. Of course, he didn't tell me he had a client.

I was wondering how he was gonna be at the airport and at work at the same time..

I was in a black dress a little above the knee. My glossy stilettos reflecting by how new they were.

I'm starting to get tired of this life with him.

When I married him I didn't expect for him to be this uptight.

His unneccessary rudeness. It almost makes me sick to my stomach.

"So you aren't coming?!" I yell at my husband. I scoff. I light a cigarette in frustration. I turn from the window.

"I thought we would be going to ya know, fucking bond!" I shake my head laughing.

"Y/n, I booked this for you to go alone. Give me some space! I have work and maybe you'll have some inspiration finishing your...book. We all know you can't right a single good ending. Stop challenging that brain of yours." He says already annoyed. I get up angrily and smack him. He exhales.

He continues packing his briefcase in his lap.

He has never once hit me.

Well, not when I didn't want him to.

"All I do is give you space. You don't even talk to me Artie. I don't care if you are being an asshole right now. I'm done with space." I close it tossing it on the ground and crawl on his lap putting pressure on the middle of his pants.

"Come on, shy boy. Tongue tied?" I say holding his chin with my hands.

My weak attempt at getting something. A sign whether I should stay.

"Just use me and make me feel like I'm yours." I whisper in his ear seductively.

He moans with every movement and he doesn't want to touch me. He can't even look at me.

"I need you." I whisper. I get off of him. He looks up out of breath fixing his suit.

"BUT YOU DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT ME!" He stands up flustered fixing himself.

"We have bigger things to think about! Not about me screwing your brains out! Those days are over. We should be focusing on work." I grab my suitcases and walk towards the elevator door that leads to our place.

"Yeah, I figured you would say that." I flip him off. I press the button and I hear the elevator doors open in front of me.

"Also, I want you out before I get back," He looks at me realizing he genuinely fucked up.