have worked to separate myself from that life, from those people, and you just keep right on going back to them!"
He narrowed his eyes. "How hard you've worked? You married me. How hard was that? Wait... what am I saying? You can't stand me." He scowled and went back to reading his paper.
It had been a long time since she had enjoyed his company, in the bedroom or out of it. Now they only bickered when they saw each other on rare occasions, except at night when they slept on opposite sides of the same bed. Veronica was only nice to Kyle when she wanted something bad enough to have to involve him in the process of getting it.
Veronica pouted quietly in her coffee for a few minutes and then flashed her big blue eyes at Kyle.
"I want to redecorate that second room from the left upstairs. The one that overlooks the garden." She said it as a means of telling him rather than asking him if it would be alright if she did it.
He sighed. "What are you going to do with it?" he asked, not curious to know at all.
"I'm going to turn it into my own bedroom,” she said with a glow and a wide grin of excitement.
He looked up at her in consternation. "Why do you want your own bedroom? Why would you do that? We share a room."
She nodded and shrugged. "Well, all we do in there is sleep, and I want to sleep somewhere pretty, so I need my own room." She looked at him sharply and he knew her mind was made up. He had a half a mind to argue with her, but he knew it wouldn't get him far.
"Fine!" he grumbled. "Have it your way, then. We never have sex anymore anyway; there's no reason to keep you in our room."
Kyle paused a moment and chuckled to himself and then went back to reading the newspaper.
"What's so funny?" she asked in curious irritation.
"Well," he answered her, "I won't have to listen to you snore anymore."
Veronica was aghast. "I do not snore!" she insisted.
"Yeah, you do. If you like, I'll video tape it one night for you," he offered, straight faced.
"Don't you dare!" she shrieked at him.
"I think I might like you having your own room. Why don't you go ahead and do it then?" he said. "I'm going to head off to work. I'll see you later," he told her, standing up and leaning over to kiss her cheek. She turned her face from him and left him standing there.
He cleared his throat and stood up, walking away as she ignored him, heading to the garage to get one of the cars to drive for his workday.
Kyle worked in the city and did very well for himself. He wasn't often in his office, but he did meet with clients outside of his office from time to time, and he tried to keep himself busy with good old business partners and bright new prospects.
This Friday may have dragged by at home, but it went by in a flash at the office, and before he knew it, it was late and it was time for his massage with Brandy. He looked forward to those every single week, and when Friday came around, he was always so sad to see the day arrive, only because it was about to go again and it would be another week before he'd be back. He had thought before of going for a massage more often during the week, but he hadn't made those changes in his schedule yet, and it gave him a good start to every weekend.
Chapter2
It was coming close to the end of Brandy's day and Hannah called her aside after her massage with Mrs. Stein-Harrington III was finished.
Hannah looked at her and said, "Your last appointment rescheduled, so you'll just have Mr. Jamison and then you can cut out for the day."
Brandy nodded and smiled. "Okay, thanks!" she said with a small thrill. Kyle Jamison, with his toned and gorgeous body, his wavy blonde hair and green eyes, and the little dimple in his cheek, gave her heart a little flutter whenever he came in.
She loved to work on him; he took good care of himself and so his muscles were only ever in need of stretching out and relaxing. It was
He narrowed his eyes. "How hard you've worked? You married me. How hard was that? Wait... what am I saying? You can't stand me." He scowled and went back to reading his paper.
It had been a long time since she had enjoyed his company, in the bedroom or out of it. Now they only bickered when they saw each other on rare occasions, except at night when they slept on opposite sides of the same bed. Veronica was only nice to Kyle when she wanted something bad enough to have to involve him in the process of getting it.
Veronica pouted quietly in her coffee for a few minutes and then flashed her big blue eyes at Kyle.
"I want to redecorate that second room from the left upstairs. The one that overlooks the garden." She said it as a means of telling him rather than asking him if it would be alright if she did it.
He sighed. "What are you going to do with it?" he asked, not curious to know at all.
"I'm going to turn it into my own bedroom,” she said with a glow and a wide grin of excitement.
He looked up at her in consternation. "Why do you want your own bedroom? Why would you do that? We share a room."
She nodded and shrugged. "Well, all we do in there is sleep, and I want to sleep somewhere pretty, so I need my own room." She looked at him sharply and he knew her mind was made up. He had a half a mind to argue with her, but he knew it wouldn't get him far.
"Fine!" he grumbled. "Have it your way, then. We never have sex anymore anyway; there's no reason to keep you in our room."
Kyle paused a moment and chuckled to himself and then went back to reading the newspaper.
"What's so funny?" she asked in curious irritation.
"Well," he answered her, "I won't have to listen to you snore anymore."
Veronica was aghast. "I do not snore!" she insisted.
"Yeah, you do. If you like, I'll video tape it one night for you," he offered, straight faced.
"Don't you dare!" she shrieked at him.
"I think I might like you having your own room. Why don't you go ahead and do it then?" he said. "I'm going to head off to work. I'll see you later," he told her, standing up and leaning over to kiss her cheek. She turned her face from him and left him standing there.
He cleared his throat and stood up, walking away as she ignored him, heading to the garage to get one of the cars to drive for his workday.
Kyle worked in the city and did very well for himself. He wasn't often in his office, but he did meet with clients outside of his office from time to time, and he tried to keep himself busy with good old business partners and bright new prospects.
This Friday may have dragged by at home, but it went by in a flash at the office, and before he knew it, it was late and it was time for his massage with Brandy. He looked forward to those every single week, and when Friday came around, he was always so sad to see the day arrive, only because it was about to go again and it would be another week before he'd be back. He had thought before of going for a massage more often during the week, but he hadn't made those changes in his schedule yet, and it gave him a good start to every weekend.
Chapter2
It was coming close to the end of Brandy's day and Hannah called her aside after her massage with Mrs. Stein-Harrington III was finished.
Hannah looked at her and said, "Your last appointment rescheduled, so you'll just have Mr. Jamison and then you can cut out for the day."
Brandy nodded and smiled. "Okay, thanks!" she said with a small thrill. Kyle Jamison, with his toned and gorgeous body, his wavy blonde hair and green eyes, and the little dimple in his cheek, gave her heart a little flutter whenever he came in.
She loved to work on him; he took good care of himself and so his muscles were only ever in need of stretching out and relaxing. It was
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