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Jessa Wilder
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September 14 - September 14, 2024
“Of course. What kind of dutiful wife would I be if I didn’t wait by the door for my dear husband.”
don’t think dutiful is the right word to describe you.”
“Oh yeah? How would you describe me?” I regret the words instantly.
“You are a tempting goddess whose sole purpose in life is to test me.”
😍😍❤
“This card will buy you whatever you need to be ready for the gala.” “Anything? What if I decide I need a car.”
“That’s the number to our preferred dealer. We’ve vetted their quality, but you can go wherever you want, of course.” “I was kidding.” “I’m not.”
Do not take this off.”
“Of course, Sir.”
“Your brother? That’s not necessary.” “I assure you, it is.”
“Fuck, Damon, you’re stressing me out. I never thought I’d see the day my big brother would be obsessed.” Obsessed doesn’t even begin to cover it. Every second I’ve spent with her is one that ingrains her deeper into my soul.
She’s sitting on the edge of the tub, her eyes like voids as she stares at the wall, muted pale blond hair brushing her shoulders.
“Get the fuck out of here,” I roar, my voice vibrating with the anger pulsing through my veins. “But we’re not done—” The stylist’s words cut off when my attention falls on her. “Leave.”
“Calm down, Damon. We know what we’re doing.”
“Get the fuck out of our house.” Her eyes widen on me in shock. “But—“ “Get. Out.” My head cocks to the side. “Do not make me say it again.”
“I told…I told you I didn’t belong.” Her voice cracks, and it takes my heart with it. “I’ve never wanted you to be anyone other than who you are. I can assure you my mother will pay for this.”
“I’m not sure why I’m crying. It’s not like I didn’t know what would be expected of me.”
“You can do whatever you want to do. You’re my wife.”
“Of the lavender dye. Do you have any left?” “Yeah, but…” She looks behind me. “You kinda evicted the stylist.”
“I’ll do it. Where’s the bottle.” Her mouth forms a pretty O shape. “Misty?” She gives her head a jerk. “Seriously?” “I’m always serious.” A laugh huffs out of her. “It’ll be messy.”
“I like messy.” I run my tongue over my teeth as her e...
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“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” I smirk. “Consider me properly warned. ...
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“You’ll have to move so I can go through that. There’s a fe...
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“You’ve never done this?” “Do I look like someone who dyes other people’s hair?” She chuckles. “No. I can’t believe I’m letting you do this. Don’t make me look bad.” “You could never look bad.”
“Haven’t you realized? I’m very good at what I do.” She just smirks at me. “We’ll see.”
“Missed a spot,” I tease. There’s a quirk to his lips, but he doesn’t look away from his task. “No, I didn’t.” “You know, you’re pretty good at this.”
“Did you have any doubts?”
“Uh, yeah. I’ll be honest, this isn’t a skill I expected you to have practiced.” “You’d be surprised at all the things I’m good at.”
“Oh my God.” One dark brow raises in question, and his lips twist into a grin. “What?” “You’ve got…you’ve got dye on you.”
“You don’t think I’d look good in purple?” he asks, low, playfully. “I think you’d look good in anything, but I’m not sure even you can pull off a blurred smudge on your forehead.”
