Ainslie arrived home, feeling exhausted and emotionally drained. She collapsed onto the couch, seeking a moment of respite. The weight of how the evening dinner with her family had ended, weighed heavily on her, and she contemplated seeking solace in the bottle of liquor she had concealed in the living room. However, before she could make her way to retrieve the hidden bottle, Bryson entered the room. His presence caught her off guard, and she looked up at him with a mixture of anger and weariness. His words, filled with remorse and an apology, reached her ears."Babe, I'm sorry if I hurt you in any way with my words and actions today," Bryson began, his voice laced with sincerity. "Just know that I didn't mean it..." Ainslie's frustration boiled over, and she snapped back at him, cutting him off mid-sentence. "Shut your god-damned mouth, you fool!" she snapped, her voice filled with venom. "I don't want to hear the nonsense you've got to say." Her anger was not solely directe
As the tinted front window of the car was winded down, Ainslie's forced smile transformed into genuine surprise and delight upon seeing Clinton. Her tired eyes widened as she recognized him, and a spark of warmth ignited within her."Hi!" Clinton waved at her, his friendly gesture accompanied by a warm smile. He then stepped out of the car and walked over to where Ainslie stood, the anticipation clear in his eyes."Hey, hi. What are you doing here?" Ainslie asked, a mix of curiosity and excitement evident in her voice."Ainslie, I just returned from London, you know," Clinton replied, his tone carrying a hint of enthusiasm. "Oh, I guess that's why I never met you after you spoiled me on my birthday with my friends some months back," Ainslie remarked, a touch of playfulness coloring her words. She couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed for not connecting the dots sooner.Clinton chuckled, his laughter carrying a genuine warmth. "Oh, you still remember that," he said, his voice fi
Ainslie was caught off guard by his boldness, feeling a mixture of temptation and hesitation. Her mind wrestled with conflicting emotions, recognizing the boundaries of her commitment but also feeling a flicker of curiosity and attraction.In a moment of excitement, Ainslie succumbed to the temptation, crashing her lips against Clinton's. The intensity of the kiss caused a surge of emotions and desire to course through her veins. However, she quickly broke the kiss, momentarily regaining her composure. But Clinton was not deterred. Engaging her once again, he pulled her back into the kiss, reigniting the passion between them. In that stolen moment, their lips embraced, exploring the depths of their connection. As their lips met in a passionate kiss, Ainslie momentarily forgot about her status as a married woman, succumbing to the intoxicating allure of the moment. Lost in the sensations of exploring Clinton's embrace, time seemed to stand still. However, their stolen moment w
Ainslie glared at him, her eyes filled with disappointment and resentment. "Fuck you," she spat before storming off to their bedroom, leaving Bryson standing alone, burdened by the weight of their mounting troubles. Bryson let out a heavy sigh, feeling the weight of their strained relationship and the dire circumstances closing in on him. After a while, he gathered the strength to follow Ainslie into the bedroom, hoping to find a way to bridge the growing divide between them.As he entered the room, his eyes caught sight of several shopping bags placed on the bed. He realized Ainslie was taking a shower in the bathroom and walked up to the bed. As he stood near the bed, his curiosity piqued as he examined the contents of the bags. As he rummaged through the items, his surprise grew. Expensive clothes, sparkling jewelry, and an array of feminine accessories filled the bags. He couldn't help but wonder where Ainslie had acquired so much money to indulge in such a shopping spree.
A deep silence filled the air as Ainslie absorbed his words, her shock evident on her face. She had expected Bryson to come through, to find a way to secure the necessary funds. The reality that he had failed to do so struck her with disbelief and disappointment. Seeing the disappointment etched on Ainslie's face, Bryson attempted to pacify her, his voice filled with regret and apology."Babe, I'm sorry, but..." he began, his words cut short by a sudden, sharp slap across his face. The sound echoed in the air, leaving both Bryson and the landlord momentarily stunned by the unexpected outburst. Ainslie let out a disapproving hiss before turning away from Bryson, her expression filled with anger and frustration. She swiftly made her way to gather her luggage, her actions reflecting her determination to distance herself from the situation. After they've gathered their belongings, the landlord, still taken aback by the unfolding drama, locked the house and departed, leaving Bryso
Mark, Ainslie's father, rose from his seat, his expression a mix of anticipation and worry. He left the dining room and made his way towards the living room, with the rest of the family following closely behind. As they entered the living room, the sight before them caught Anslie's parents off guard. Anslie stood a few feet away from the door, her luggage boxes by her side, a mixture of determination and vulnerability in her eyes. Mark couldn't help but voice his surprise and confusion. "What are you doing here?" Mark asked, his voice tinged with a mix of concern and curiosity. Anslie took a step forward, closing the distance between her and her family. She took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before responding. "I don't have a house anymore, Father," she admitted, her voice filled with a hint of resignation. "I…" Before Anslie could continue, her words trailed off involuntarily. The atmosphere in the room shifted as her family's attention was drawn towards the open
Without hesitating, she delivered a swift kick to his side, jolting him awake."You stinky pig! Get off my couch!" she exclaimed, her voice laced with frustration and disdain. Bryson, still groggy from his unintended nap, rubbed his eyes and looked up at Ainslie, his expression a mix of confusion and surprise. "Where can I sleep?" he managed to utter, his voice laced with sleepiness. Ainslie's eyes narrowed, her anger mounting. "You will sleep on the floor, moron!" she snapped, her tone sharp and cutting. The force of her words rendered Bryson momentarily speechless, his mouth agape as he struggled to comprehend her harsh response. Despite Ainslie's intense glare, Bryson managed to regain his voice, his tone tinged with disbelief. "Are you kidding me?" he questioned, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Ainslie's stare intensified, her eyes narrowing with irritation. "Are you mad? Does it look like I'm kidding? Do you see me smiling?" she retorted sharply, her words dripping
The unexpected action left Bryson startled and bewildered, as he struggled to regain his composure. His confusion turned into anger as he looked up to see Dulgad smiling, his expression filled with an unpleasant satisfaction. The sight irked him, exacerbating the unpleasantness of the situation."Hey, good-for-nothing brother-in-law, that's where you ought to be. On the floor," Dulgad spat, his words laced with disdain. "Who the hell gave you the audacity to think that you will be able to dine with us, you mediocre?" Bryson's frustration grew, and he couldn't help but retort, his voice tinged with anger, "So, you pulled the chair on purpose, Dulgad?" Dulgad's smirk widened, clearly finding amusement in Bryson's discomfort. He exchanged a glance with Miranda, who was holding back her laughter, further fueling Bryson's indignation."Obviously, Bryson. Are you blind?" Dulgad responded, his tone dripping with condescension. Bryson's face flushed with a mixture of anger and humiliat