"I don't think you have. You see, I won't be the type of wife you want." "Oh?" he arched one of those perfect eyebrows. "And how do you know what type of wife I want?" I continued to circle him, secretly loving the fact that he stayed completely still, allowing me to peruse him as much as I wanted. "You want what every made man wants: a woman who worships the ground you walk on. A woman who will do what you say, when you say it. A woman who won't argue with you, who will be content waiting at home day in and day out for you.” I stopped dead in front of him, letting him process my words. I
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