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She goes in for four hours, returns home for an hour, then goes back in for another four hours.

I huff and stand, placing my hands on my hips, and snap back, “Seriously, Heaven?” She flinches, but I ignore it and continue, “This is part of my legacy. Is it so bad I want my wife there?”

Her nostrils flare. “Yes, when we’ve just had a baby!”

I roll my eyes, my anger now flaring, my mind not seeing the situation as it is, and I grunt, “It was your choice to continue with the pregnancy, Heaven!”

Her eyes widen in shock, and I instantly regret my words because I love my son just as much as I love his mother. I sigh, “I didn’t mean it like that, and you know it.” She scoffs, but I continue, “You are my wife, and today is really important.”

She shakes her head. “Last time I checked, it takes two to make a baby, and you were the one who took my virginity and suddenly couldn’t keep your hands off me!” I flinch atthe coldness in her voice and I know my words hurt her. She continues, “And secondly, I won’t leave our son because you want to party on our day.”

Our day? This ismyfucking day.

She’s being selfish, for fuck’s sake.

Fury builds, and I growl, “You’re being a heartless bitch, Heaven! I do fucking everything for you, including putting your mother in her place, and you can’t give me this?”

Micha starts to cry at my loud growl, and Heaven quickly puts her large tit away, and places him over her shoulder to burp him before we make eye contact, and the look of hurt in her eyes fucking burns.

“I’ve not long had your child, I’m tired, I stink, and all I wanted was a peaceful night with my husband to celebrate before spending the evening in bed with you. If staying with him makes me heartless, then fine. You go to your party and get drunk while I take care of our responsibilities like I have since the day the stick gave me two lines,” she says.

I scoff at her, hating that she won’t be there for me, and I snap, “Fine, don’t fucking wait up!” And I turn and storm out of our home, not realizing the damage I’m causing.

My anger doesn’t subside as I get to the clubhouse. If anything, it’s festered.

I get it, she’s just given birth, but this is fucking important, and I know we were supposed to have a meal tonight for reasons I really can’t fucking remember, but her not being here right now just makes her a selfish bitch.

I nod to the prospect behind the bar as I approach and demand, “Shots,” and he nods, quickly lining several up. Over the next forty minutes, I drown myself in alcohol, allowing it to soak into my system while resenting my wife.

Not a good fucking mix.

“Hey baby,” Ginger whispers as she gently grips my bicep after my eighth shot, and I turn my fuzzy head to her, my eyes going to her bare tits, and I lick my bottom lip as they travel further down to see her bare cunt, glistening.

My dick hardens, and without a single thought in my drunken brain, I remove her touch and throw her over my shoulder, making her squeal.

I head upstairs to my new room, open the door, then kick it shut behind me before I throw Ginger on my bed, my dick ready for some fun….

I groan as banging echoes around me, my head pounding, and I rub my hand over my face.

“Oh God, tell them to stop,” a whiny voice says from beside me, and I freeze, my heart racing, knowing it’s not my wife.

Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, please let me have clothes on….

The banging gets louder, and I slowly open my eyes and look down, seeing I am, in fact, naked before I turn my head and see Ginger with her arm thrown over her face, also naked with dried cum on her chest.

No, please, fuck, no….

Vomit builds, and without a second thought, I twist and gag and wretch, emptying the bile from my stomach on the floor.

“Open the fucking door, Trav, before I knock it down,” Steal shouts, and I quickly climb out of the bed, grab my boxers and quickly put them on before I twist and grab Ginger by her arm. She gasps in shock as I yank her hard and drag her off my bed, her body landing with a thump in the puke.

“Ouch!” she whines, but I ignore her as I pull her to standing, drag her over to my door, and open it.

Steal sneers seeing Ginger as I throw her past him and growl, “Get the fuck outta here!”

She smirks as she rubs her arm before she stands and struts down the staircase naked, looking pleased with herself.

I look at my friend.

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