Her phone displayed an incoming call.It was Darren. Chelsea peeked out the bathroom door and heard the sound of her husbands snoring. She shut the doo..., locked it and answered the call.“Did you get my messages Chelsea?”“What the fuck do you want.” She hissed, trying not to speak too loudly.“Just wanted your opinion. Do you think those pictures would be better on Facebook or Instagram. Or how about Twitter?”“Delete those pictures now.” She demanded.“No.” Darren said. A small word, but with heavy. I'm used to him working more now than he he used to so I didn't expect a text back from him. When I did get one from him the reply was disappointing but expected. 'Thats hot what's for dinner?' It pissed me off a little. I was trying to hint that was what I wanted. Should've seen it coming considering we haven't had much sex in months. I managed to work the disappointment out of my system and go on with my day but as soon as he set foot in the door hours later I was pissed all over again. No. More

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