Morgan Daniels is a typical 26 years old women who loves other women especially Brenda Miller who is a closeted lesbian & is married to her husband Jeff for 10 years, Morgan tries to suppress her emotions & not go back to old habits but when Brenda...
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Drake blasted through my AirPods as I ran through the park for my daily jog.
When I got home from being at Morgan's my husband was pissed that I didn't come home last night when I smelled cheap perfume & saw lipstick on his collar so of course we fought & honestly I am tired of fighting with everyone.
After my Jog I went back home & Showered then just chilled downstairs drinking some coffee.
The front door opened & Jeff walked in with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.
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I gazed over at him as he made his way over to me handing me the flowers.
I took them & gave a small smile, "Thank you"
He sighed before coming sitting next to me, "Babe listen to me I don't want to fight with you anymore. I messed up I know & yes I did some shitting things but I want to fix this"
I bit my lip thinking about what to say, "You still cheating on me Jeff" A single tear rolled my face.
He took a deep breath & nodded his head, "Yes Brenda but remember we had an agreement"
"No you had an agreement you were the one who wanted this open marriage shit I didn't."
"And once I said no you did the shit anyway!"
I throw the flowers at him & stood from the couch.
"Come on Bren can we not do this."
"You know what..." I trailed trying not to let him see me sweat.
"Bren please" He stood up walking toward me getting on his knees
"Jay" I said calling him by his nickname I would call him when he really hurt me.
"Let's go away" He said starting sob holding onto me.
Here I go giving into him when he is not the person I want to be with.
"Go away where?" I asked.
"Paris, I want us to rekindle our love" He said standing up putting his hands on my face.
