She accuses me all the time of being moody. I’ll show her.
The mood is set. The candles are lit around the steaming, lavender-scented bath, the wine is poured, and the dinner is warming, ready for when she gets out. I’m already in the bath waiting for her to come ho…
There she is! I hear her key in the door! And… who’s she talking to? She brought her good-looking boss home again?
She thought I was moody before! I’ll show her!
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Time to get some popcorn and sit back and watch the fireworks 🙂
Hehe. Indeed. 🙂
Oh so cruel! Nicely written.
lol. poor thing.