I Saved Your Ass

I Saved Your Ass

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After I saved his ass I left to go back home but even when I'm over 1000 miles away from where I first saved his ass I get dragged down his problems and save his ass again and again. Not that I'm complaining 'cause the further I get dragged down in this shit the more I get to like him. ~*~ "What the hell?" I asked with my arms crossed. "What?" "I saved your sorry ass a while ago and all you can say is 'What?'? Do you know how far I am from my apartment?" "I didn't tell you to save me." "Next time I know to leave your ass to die." I marched back outside and sat on the couch.
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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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