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We’re also beginning to wonder if perhaps Travis and Tatiana knew each other intimately before…

What’s the likelihood of this? Is anyone else curious enough to look into it?

Alas, as much as we hate to admit it, his wife is a fucking vision & we are seething with envy.

We’re committed to watching their relationship like hawks.

Stay tuned for more news & updates,

The Snarky Glove

EIGHTEEN

THREE DAYS AFTER SAYING “I DO”

TRAVIS

Humble City Fitness

Las Vegas, Nevada

Idecided to write a coping guide on being married to the sexiest woman on the planet, for any other man who found himself resorting to cold showers and nights alone.

Step one. Accept that you’ll have a rock-hard dick that’s absolutely useless whenever you see her.

Step two. Avoid looking at her sexy-ass mouth, especially when she spews her special brand of sarcasm that turns you on.

Step three. Stay out of your house—your.own.goddamn.house.—to avoid seeing her as much as possible.

Step four. Repeat.

It was day three of this torture-fest, and I was running on a treadmill, miles away from my condo and Tatiana’s mouth.

I was determined to spend any free time in my secondary gym whenever I wasn’t training for my rematch.

When I reached mile ten, I stepped off the machine and grabbed a towel. I walked downstairs to the resistance area, admiring the floor-to-ceiling “No Excuses” mural my superfans painted last year.

As I was wiping down a bench, Penelope requested a video chat.

“Yeah?” I answered.

“I want a reason, and I want it now.”

“I’m in the middle of a workout session, Crown,” I said. “I’ll have to call you back about whatever this is later.”

I hung up before she could say another word.

Seconds later, her signature ringtone sounded again.

“Penelope,” I answered, waiting for her face to appear onscreen, “I told you that—”

“Tatiana hasn’t answered my texts or returned my calls since you got married,” she interrupted. “What have you done to her?”

“I haven’t done anything with her.”Unfortunately.

“Well, when was the last time you saw her?”

“It hasn’t been that long.” I shrugged. “Two and a half days ago.”

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