Tasting All My Mates by Alexis Dee

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"Is there something wrong between you two?" She asked again, just to clarify her question. At first, she was confused, and now she is shocked.

"Things are okay," I lied, fixing my hair and gulping with a smile on my lips. The smile wasn't genuine; I was trying not to be awkward with her.

"Just okay? I don't want to force you into talking about anything, but I noticed something about you two. I noticed the spark is missing from your relationship," she said as she pouted sadly while watching my face.

"It is because I have lost my spark," I said with a weak smile plastered across my lips.

"Well, at least you ever had a spark. Look at me, I have only suffered all this time." She claimed when probably talking about her relationship.

"What happened? Are things not okay between you two?" I asked, remembering what Lazio had told me. I didn't want to directly talk about the differences they have because of me, but I wanted her to say it herself.

"Things are not going so well. I don't know if Lazio has told you anything or not, but things have been pretty rough between us from the day we married," she uttered under her breath, looking all sad. I felt hurt watching her suffer so much.

"Why?" I asked and leaned back in the chair.

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that would

didn't know he would do that. But I promise you, Christina, I have not even stayed in contact with him," I swore to her, feeling my

know what to do anymore. I tried so hard to make it work

inquired, watching her pout and let out

effort. How long can I even hold him back? The heart wants what it wants," she shrugged her shoulders, taking

know what to say. Do you want me to talk to him about you?" I asked, hoping maybe I could do something

me. My ego will not tolerate me making his crush beg him to give me a chance. Besides, I suffered so much that now I don't even feel any pain. I

staring at her and realizing she was not lying. She looked like someone who tried

a wolf with her,

now. I think in a month or two, we will finalize it," she said casually. "I might have to ask

strong and in command, what happened to me taking

her, and then look at me. The thought of leaving Lazio had not crossed

wine glass

make firm decisions sometimes," she confessed. "I am sorry, Enya, for ignoring you yesterday. I couldn't look at you and believe Maynard isn't looking at you as well. It was just painful for me, but now I

didn't answer me. Would you mind if I came to stay here?" She asked again, and this