His Babygirl

His Babygirl

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I turn quickly with wide eyes as a man walks in. He was tall and had short dark almost black hair and dark brown eyes. "Uhm what are you doing in here?" He asked me confused, looking around at my stuff everywhere. "This is my dorm." I answer crossing my arms over my chest, standing up. "What are you doing in here?" I ask him back. "This is my dorm?" He replies holding a key up with the same room number as mine. "No no no I paid extra for a private dorm, there's no way I have a roommate." I answer him. He looks at me puzzled. "I paid extra for a private form as well and we're in the boys dormitory hall this is definitely my room." He says sternly. He was a bit intimidating. He was tall and muscular and his dark eyes seemed to pierce through me. "Well I went to the main office and they even said this room was mine, there was a mix up with my papers and now I'm here." I answer him quietly now looking at the ground.
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He fell in love with the girl he had a one-night stand with. When her true nature revealed, he hated himself for loving her and decided never to see her again. However, his fate took an unexpected turn and entangled him in a contract marriage with her, turning the girl he despised into his temporary wife. Will their love-hate relationship lead to a deeper connection, or will it keep them forever bound by the terms of their contract? *** As I spank her, Grace questions in a surprised tone, "What was that?" "That was for leaving your husband alone in the pool," I respond in a teasing tone, seizing her waist and pulling her towards me, stealing her breath. "But, my dear husband, you're pissing me off. Just move away." She tries to break free from my grasp. "Stop moving, Mrs Grey!" "No, I won't listen to you, Mr Grey. You told me you don't want me, so why are you here again?" "I didn't say that I don't want you," I whisper, closing the distance between us, my lips nearing my angry wife's. "It means the same!" She rolls her eyes. "I want you so damn much, okay? And I'm ready to regret it again and again for doing this. Today, I'll show you how much I desire you, my wife." I confess, my fingers playing with her wet hair, and my hand still firmly gripping her waist. "So tell me. Who is stopping you, husband?"

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