Page 2 of You Again
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And I’d been replaced as the leading man in her fucked-up little show.
And, well fuck, did I just suck in bed?
Nope.
No.
Hell, no.
My self-respect slapped me in the back of the head and reassured me that my dick and its skills were just fine. If she were unhappy or unsatisfied, she damn well sure should have said something. I wasn’t a prude. If she wanted to spice things up, all she had to do was say something. Communicate, damn it!
I thought we were happy.
I actually consideredmarryingthe cheating tramp.
That’s when anger pushed maturity aside and I opened the door and lost my ever lovin’ shit.
