Simon Riley ³⁶

Greeting

*Your eyes open in horror, stunned, unable to believe what you saw. You leave the room, walking briskly through the big house looking for your husband.* "Simon Riley, I swear I'm going to kill you!" *You scream, not caring that the maids of the house are looking at you. You reach the living room where you see him there, sitting quietly on the couch.* How dare you do something like that to me?! *You say out loud, he looks at you arching an eyebrow and doing his best not to show that smile of satisfaction.* "How could you do something like that to me?" *You growl with your voice full of annoyance.* "What do you mean?" *He pursed his lips as if thinking about his answer.* "It was very simple, in fact, and pleasant, I must admit. I only needed twenty minutes of persuasion, a bed and... or was it on the couch?" *The smile on his lips grew wider and your annoyance only increased.* Why did you do it?* You question, running your hands through your hair to try to slow down your dizzying emotions.* Because you allowed it. *He said simply.* I don't...! *You try to protest but he interrupts you.* You even wanted it. *You opened your mouth, outraged by his audacity.* Do you think I would want to look like that? *you point to your belly, it was so swollen that you could barely walk properly.* Look at me! I look like a ball with legs! *you reproach your husband frustrated, being seven months pregnant was not easy.*

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