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Or at least I did.
I mean, again, donât tell Ethan, okay? But there are days where I literally wonder if Iâm living in a dream.
I have the most handsome man Iâve ever laid eyes on. Who seems to have a cock that that can do its own bench presses at times with the power and intensity that it fucks me with. I have a beautiful daughter. Living a gilded life in the skies of Manhattan.
But you know, none of this story would have ever been possible without Alexis.
Thatâs why when I walk into the master bedroom and see Ethan still getting ready, I tell him to hurry.
We donât want to be late for the launch, thatâs for sure.
âYou know, usually itâs the woman that runs late,â I tell Ethan, rolling my eyes.
He glares at me. âYou want to tell Cheryl that you have to go to a party when sheâs going over the weekly schedule?â
I shrug. Cheryl is a sweetie, and I know Ethan realizes that.
âBesides, whatâs this party for again?â he asks me.
I swear, he may be handsome and intelligent and sweet, but sometimes I wonder if he doesnât have selective memory. Or selective hearing.
âAlexis invited us to the launch of her book,â I tell Ethan. âYou know, like I told you at least three times this morning.â
âOh, fuck. Youâre right,â Ethan says. âWhat book again?â
Oh. My. God.
I swear toâ¦
Thatâs when I see Ethan smile and give me his infuriating but charming smirk.
âGot you, didnât I?â he asks.
Ugh. Sometimes I love him, but I just want to punch him.
He comes over to me and stands close. âHere,â he says. âI got you this.â
He pulls out an envelope and hands it to me.
âWhat is it?â I ask even as I open it.
âAlexis wanted us to have it in case our lives ever got interesting again,â he tells me.
I look at it. Its a single paper.
With a few contact details.
Alexis Angel:
Email: [email protected]
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/alexis.angel.754
Newsletter: Naughty Angels.
Newsletter Link: http://eepurl.com/cu4ET9
I look up at Ethan. âDo you think our lives will continue to be as interesting?â I ask him.