My Husband Hooked Up With The Maid

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me this month he had st

my phone and

a long time before

feigned exhaustion. "I'm still i

I asked calmly, staring

eplied quickly, adding, "There's an ov

y. "How about I bring you some

r end of the line. "No need, it's too mu

up, grabbed my coat. "Bes

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was standing outside the

ark, except for the light in the

ook me straigh

was ajar, leav

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Olivia Fletcher was straddling his l

thighs, black stockings hooked onto hi

his shirt collar wide open, revealing

som pink Hermes Birkin bag? You promised me last time." Ol

her thigh. "Why rush? Once my wife signs the d

more vigorously. "What about now? Don

eathing gr

k of her head and

in his hair, their lips and tongues

rom the coffee wafted onto my face, ma

the first t

n's lap, hurriedly

ll of desire instantly changing.

and placed the coffee on the

ng, I glance

picking up her under

ms like I came

d her head, giving me

r from her pocket and plac

ll you tomorrow." She touched her

d examined it closely. The ultrasound i

ooked at Nolan with feigned shyness, "He hopes I can g

there, not

offee and slowly

know who paid for the cons

, unable

mped a whole cup of hot

bled backward in a fluster, c

grabbing my hand, shouting ang

and, looking at O

ling up as she looked at Nolan,

ip, grabbed her

left with jus

ne softening. "Ho

involved with a cleaning lady? Or discuss how you plan

w the Motley family can't end without an heir. You can s

finish, I turned

ago was an accident. You can't keep using it to hold me ac

turned to l

knife meant for you back the