Panic welled up in her chest as she looked at the table she had set with so much care. Was it a date if two people who regularly fucked sat down and ate a meal together? Dates were against the rules. But it didn’t matter anyway when she knew the conversation she intended to have was definitely breaking the rules. “No, not a date,” she answered. “It’s my dinner time. Since you said you were coming at six, I just... Never mind.” “You know the rules, Evelyn.” The disappointment in his voice squeezed her chest. Yes, she knew all the fucking rules. “If you’re not pregnant, and I’m not here to fuck you, then what else is there to talk about.”
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