Married to A Stripper?

Married to A Stripper?

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"Marry You?" I asked again. He kept his gaze still, staring at me with determination. That was it, I couldn't contain my laughter. I clutched my stomach trying to catch my breath but it was too much for me. The nerve this guy had to ask me to marry him, that was just stupid. "You know your marrying a stripper right?' I asked. "I know that but that won't stop me." he said licking his lips.
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He stands up and walks over to me. He grabs my arm and says "don't leave." I furrow my brows in confusion. "why wouldn't I leave?" I question, much calmer than a normal person would be right now. He lets out a deep breath and smirks. "Because I have something to tell you." I sigh and roll my eyes in annoyance. "What." He pulls me towards him and roughly kisses me on the lips. I push him off of me after he brushes his lips against my left ear and says "I was using you for sex the entire time."

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