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
Rose couldn't help but clutch the edge of the table tightly, her knuckles turning white as she watched Bryson disappear from her sight. A mix of worry, frustration, and disappointment clouded her expression. She shifted her gaze to Ainslie, her eyes filled with both sadness and anger."Your good-for-nothing husband does have pride, and I'm disgusted at it," Rose uttered with a hint of disdain, her voice tinged with disappointment. Ainslie, feeling the weight of her mother's words, hung her head in shame. "Sorry, Mom," Ainslie murmured, her voice tinged with annoyance. "I will talk to him and make him understand.""You better do," Mark interjected sharply. His tone was firm, reflecting his frustration and anger towards Bryson. "He now lives under my roof, and I won't tolerate his impudence. He shouldn't give us an attitude here, or I'll kick his ass out of my house. I hope I'm making myself clear?" His words were laced with a warning, a clear indication that he expected compliance
Later in the day, Ainslie stepped out of the bustling photo shooting hall in the agency, her energy depleted. She navigated her way through the busy corridors, seeking solace in the familiar confines of the dressing room. With a heavy sigh, she closed the door behind her, ready to retouch her makeup and gather herself. As she stood before the well-lit vanity mirror, her eyes met the reflection of her weary face. Lines of exhaustion etched across her features, and she couldn't help but lament her current state. "Gosh, I look bad now," she whined softly, her voice filled with self-criticism. Lost in her thoughts, she was momentarily unaware of the presence that entered the room."Gosh, I need to relieve myself of the day's stress or I'll burn out," Ainslie mused aloud, her words tinged with a hint of desperation. It was at that moment that a voice, gentle and familiar, interrupted her internal monologue."I can help you, darling," the voice offered, breaking through the silence of t