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Simba

@SimbasGoneBad

Half naked women. Sassy blonde dancers. Alcohol galore. What more can a man ask for? [[Co-Owner #DDR]]

- her away.]] I'll drive you to work because I don't trust you bringing yourself.


- was tired from work, exhausted, I didn't even hear them. Now go get dressed. [[I slapped my palm against @JustShakeThat's ass, shooing -


- resting my palms against the base of @JustShakeThat's hips as I mumbled.]] I'm sorry for not waking up and taking care of them. I -


I think I'm gonna need a lot more than just bacon. [[Grinning against @JustShakeThat's lips, I dragged both hands down her sides, -


- jawline, raising her head just enough to place a kiss against @JustShakeThat's lips.]]


- owe me for that bacon, @JustShakeThat. You crossed the line. [[A low laugh slipped past my lips as I rested a hand beneath her -


Mm.. [[Grunting in approval, I bowed my head and dragged my lips along @JustShakeThat's cheek, speaking quietly against her skin.]] You -


- smile.]] I love you, @JustShakeThat. /You/. Not anyone at the club, not the high rollers or the dancers. Just you. There are no secrets.


again. [[I slid an arm around @JustShakeThat's waist and pulled her to me, resting my forehead against hers with a faint, reassuring -


- in a deep breath, I dropped my arm from the door frame and moved into the bedroom, lowering my voice.]] It's not going to happen -


- it all on the table now might just be the deciding factor in whether or not @JustShakeThat wanted to cut our relationship off. Sucking -


- benefit the both of us and our children in the end. Whenever the time was right, I would ease into telling @JustShakeThat. Laying -


[[And there came the guilt. @JustShakeThat was right, we /shouldn't/ hide things from one another, but this was something that would -


- we're broke, @JustShakeThat. I don't even have enough money to buy the twins new clothes, let alone a whore.


- value my faith toward you. Where would I even /find/ a woman that would be willing to have sex with me for no money. If you forgot, -


- @JustShakeThat from leaving.]] I'm not fighting, I'm talking. /You're/ fighting because I somehow gave you a reason to not trust me or -


You're lying. [[Scoffing once more, I rested my head against my hand that propped itself on the doorframe, purposely blocking -


- barely got any sleep either, but I'm still willing to talk.


- with her suspicions, and who knows where that would lead. I remained in the doorway, leaning my arm against the doorframe.]] I -


- was starting to believe my own lies. If this wasn't fixed now, things would only start to build up. @JustShakeThat would continue -


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