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CONFRONTATIONS

"Show time is over! Get your lazy conny arse up and explain what sort of games you are playing, Ellie!" I squeal as I stroll to her, ready to drag her out of the bed by the hair if she dares to keep acting up.

To my astonishment, the bitch peels the duvet off her in a flash, jerking herself up and tapping her imprints on the floor, swinging her head from side to side like a lunatic.

I knew it. It was all a show. What is the gambling on? What is all this for?

"Oh my gosh! How was my acting? Did I do a plausible job in making a fool out of your supposed husband?" She smirks annoyingly, springing to her feet.

She finds this funny? Seriously?

"Bingo! Unfortunately, I do not have a medal for you, but I must admit that you are pathetically convincing." I retort.

"Thank you." She irritatingly responds, bowing a little with acclaim and itching sarcasm.

If she thinks I am here to applaud and tolerate her childish and devilish games, she better think again.

"Start talking! What do you want to a
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