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No. That’s for Corbin.

My ass belongs to Corbin.

I whimper and bite my lip.

My pussy is warm and wet again. My nipples are pebbled.

I ache and long for Corbin as though it’s been years since we’ve been together.

I step into the water, shutting my eyes, picturing myself drying off, packing up a bag, and then fleeing this upper middle-class picturesque shit show and just show up to be with Corbin. Whatever he wants. However he wants it.

If he needs to lock me in his closet or that dog crate while he deals drugs, fine.

I’ll live like that. For him. For us.

Kate… what are you fucking thinking…

When I step back out of the shower, I realize I’m crying.

I’m crying for the life I never had with Corbin. For the life I’ll never have.

I’m crying for the life I’ve allowed here, with Chad, offering a promise that felt so right in the moment just to keep things moving forward.

That was the plan. The purpose.

That’s how it was supposed to be.

I turn the water off and step out of the shower to a special rug that instantly absorbs water. I reach for a large towel that is soft and practically licks the water off your body.

I then walk to the bedroom and look at the perfectly made bed and see the perfect vacuum lines in the carpet.

I pick out a bra and panties that don’t match. Stretchy jeans that wear like pajama pants. A green T-shirt and a gray hoodie over that.

Peak comfort for me right now.

Chad’s going to be home any minute.

Part of me wonders if I’m supposed to be agood fiancéeand get on my knees at the door and suck his cock.

Then again, knowing Chad if I did that, he’d stop me.

I’m pretty sure no matter what, I’m going to have to let him fuck me tonight.

It’s been long enough.

I don’t know how to feel about that.

I hurry down the stairs, ready to pour myself a glass of wine and prepare to become thegood fiancéeonce more.

When I turn from the bottom of the stairs, I hear voices from the kitchen.

“Hello?” I call out.

“In here, Kate,” a voice says.

It’s Chad’s voice.

He’s home.