Our dysfunctional Marriage(BWWM)
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"Where were you?" I didn't answer him instead I kept walking I'm so tired of him not trusting me.
"Answer me Leyah!" he said blocking my way.
"I was at my sister's house." I said yelling at him I tried to move around him but he corned me into the corner
"DON'T GET LOUD WITH ME NOW TELL ME WHERE WERE YOU? ." he said demandily.
"I told you already you know it really saddens me that you don't trust your own wife I HATE YOU!" I said crying while hutting his chest repeatedly. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them against my head. He then started to kiss my neck leaving tingling sensations all over my body.
"I'm sorry baby i was just worried that's all im sorry I do trust you i do." he said still kissing my neck. I wasn't even paying attention to what he was saying I was distracted by his tongue licking my neck.
"Marco." I moaned I ran my fingers through his hair and tugged on it. "I love you Marco."
"I love you leyah."
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