Bully King Became My Husband

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at I had in my hands, and I glanced at him in uncertainty as I tried to figure

the conclusion that I should follow him because I was still an outsider in this new so

the room while carrying the iPad in one hand and stuffing the other hand into one of his pockets. Before he lef

mething to wear, most likely a pair of trousers and a shirt, but whe

s were hanging up neatly and arranged in a manner that was sorted by colors and styles. B

ingle skirt or dress in there because all I wore back then was leggings or pants. I also recalle

e in the least. You can pick on me as much as you like, but you won't be able to a

ars later? How did my closet ge

help but let out a frustrated groan. I didn't have a choi

zed white t-shirt and a long skirt that reached all the way do

tossing it on the ground, I pulled my shirt up over my head a

that the size of my breasts had significantly changed from what it had been ten years before. When I cupped them w

as when I noticed, in the reflection, that there

umping that pulsed in the side of my neck. My heart was

s I whirled around and grabbed the first thing that came to

n the ground and hurled it at him, b

id, ge

t showing obvious signs of desire in his eyes. ''What exactly is the proble

at he was saying as I proceeded to throw things at him until he put up his hands

oversized white t-shirt, I hurriedly made my way to

lip gloss. Today, after drying my long blonde hair with a blow dryer, I went back to those

, but I was unsuccessful in my search after looking

e him again. But I have to. Because he told me he was going to

e that this house was quite large. I headed my way through the house's passageways, and I became aware that I was on the second

decorated with paintings and photographs of Kenny from the time he

lso a picture where I was pushing him on a swing while he was laughing, and as he was sliding down the slide chute, his hands were thr

icture of me and Marcus dressed up for our wedding. We looked hap

thing towards him. If this marriage was fake, why

s suddenly pulled me and

ss my chest, glaring at him with my lips pressed in a firm,

id as he turned around and walked towards t

as I marched to the main door and ho

ound and settled himself on the driver's

en he suddenly leaned over causing m

ed me by putting on a scarf around my neck, following which h

efore I'm trying to think of somethi

ted scarf a cursory touch while seeming repulsed by it. ''I can't

gh. ''You made tha

when did I learn h

a little more embarrassed now. ''I don't think I can ma

ed as he continued, ''I'm

d an embroidery of two small dogs. This brought back the memory of how much I adore dog

make this s