A rat

Lorenzo

I don't know what fucking came over me. This was supposed to be a passionate night. Why did I have to bring that bastard amidst our special moment?

Megan's body tensing beneath me told me that I might have messed things up.

The throes of passion we were drowning in were interrupted by her pushing me away from her. The desire in her eyes replaced by a glare.

" Do you have something you want to know? " She asks, a duvet now covering her once naked body.

I clench my fists as my manhood remains stiff. I was still lost in the lust I felt for her but the way she was looking at me was causing my emotions to stir.

I look away from her. A feeling of regret building in me.

" What are you hiding from me?" I ask.

I know I should have chosen a better moment to bring the matter up. Worse is, Megan hinted not wanting to talk about it when I asked days ago.

As much as its my right to know what's bothering her as my wife, I should be mindful of how I seek the information.

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