Married to Mr. No Fun
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The husband my family had picked for me barely spoke and never cracked a smile.
So I decided to mess with him.
I pinched his butt, nipped his Adam’s apple, and ran my hands over his chest.
Grant Whitmore’s ears went red with outrage. His face stayed as cool and proper as ever.
Until one night, when I came home from partying.
He spotted the hickey on my neck, and his eyes went red. “Who did that?”
“You understand that married people aren’t supposed to cheat, don’t you?”
“I know what happened. Some little slut out there threw themselves at you.”
“You’re young. You don’t know any better. I don’t blame you.”
A second later, he was threatening to hang himself from a ceiling beam. “Tell me who that little slut is, or I’ll kill myself right in front of you!”
Excuse me?
So I decided to mess with him.
I pinched his butt, nipped his Adam’s apple, and ran my hands over his chest.
Grant Whitmore’s ears went red with outrage. His face stayed as cool and proper as ever.
Until one night, when I came home from partying.
He spotted the hickey on my neck, and his eyes went red. “Who did that?”
“You understand that married people aren’t supposed to cheat, don’t you?”
“I know what happened. Some little slut out there threw themselves at you.”
“You’re young. You don’t know any better. I don’t blame you.”
A second later, he was threatening to hang himself from a ceiling beam. “Tell me who that little slut is, or I’ll kill myself right in front of you!”
Excuse me?















































