The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Fred’s eyes were blood red as he pointed at Marian and Brock, bellowing, “What do you think you’re doing?!”

Marian simply rolled her eyes in annoyance at him. “Can you stop already? Mr. Summer and I are just doing research, and you’ve just ruined all our progress.”

“Fuck you!” Fred bellowed. “Research? On a hotel room bed?! Do you take me for a fool?!”

Marian thought nothing of her duplicity, however, even shoving Fred and shouting, “Why are you yelling at me? I’ve been respecting you too much, haven’t I? What’s the problem if Mr. Summer and I just want a little bit of fun?”

“So you’re admitting to it?” Fred bit his lip so hard that he bled. “Don’t you have a hint of dignity, Marian?!”

“Dignity?” Marian rolled her eyes. “What good is that? Does that put food on the table? Hell, you and that dignity of yours makes you less than two grand a month-I’m basically giving you a freebie by playing with you.”

“What…” Fred could have a stroke even as he stared at Marian, hardly believing that she was the one spouting such vile words. “W-What happened to you, Marian? Didn’t we promise each other to work hard, buy a house together, and then get married?”

see the love in his eyes, but was completely apathetic, “Oh, you. Marry you? Can you even afford a house? I was the most beautiful girl at

and Brock had been caught in the act. Dispensing

feeling dead inside just

me?” he asked, his eyes welling up with an emotion that could either be rage or sorrow. “Why would you

then, having settled on the couch and lit himself a cigarette. “Fred, I have no intention of

whipped out a hundred dollar bill from his wallet and threw it on the

girlfriend-they both knew Fred and his cowardly

argue with anyone and would start apologizing at the

fucking his girl, he just had to pay a