Fuck me until my legs give out

Nights are to sleep, aren’t they?

To get some rest and have a fresh start the next day, right?

Ivory thought so too. She thought she could rest from the terrible day she had and have a fresh start the next day.

Well, that was before she received Arlo’s text message.

After that, nothing else mattered. Not the night, not the next day. She was filled with nothing but concern, worry, and a helpless feeling of affection for him.

For the last thirty minutes, she was pacing around the room. Reading the text on her phone like it was a life sentence.

She regretted her decision to leave. “I should’ve stayed!” she cried. “We’re married for god's sake!”

Meanwhile, Arlo remained in a dark corner of his office, a glass of whiskey in hand, brown cigar in the other.

Brown cigars— a habit that he long defeated. Tonight, such habit was the only thing that could help him cope with the emotions raging inside him.

Fooling his father was easy. Getting Lori to act like Ivory to regain control over his c