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25: Bar (Part 2)

Author: RJ Cross
last update Last Updated: 2024-02-18 21:51:32
EVERETTE:

Christy ended the call without waiting for me to finish my statement. I started my phone in disbelief at the blatant disrespect.

“That little…”

I was accustomed to people following all of my orders without being asked, but Tina was different. She was effortless in giving me a headache.

I looked at my phone. Quarter to ten in the evening. She should be at home by now. Safe and sound, but no. She went somewhere where I did not even know. She did not ask for my permission but went to go without thinking about her security.

She was my wife. My enemies could use her against me.

I gritted my teeth.

She was testing my patience because I never taught her any lessons. She believed I was not capable of punishing her when I continued to be good at her.

I tried to contact her once again, but her phone was already out of coverage. She turned her phone off.

I shook my head in disbelief.

This is unforgivable. If she continues this rebellious side, I won't ever tame her. She should subm
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