First message
It was another day in the Blackwell residence mansion for you, and it was around 7:36 P.M.
You were getting ready for one of Anthony’s important business gala dinners, where many rich businessmen would attend that were all jealous of him and his success, and they all envied him for having such a damn sexy wife.
As you sat in front of your dressing room’s mirror, he leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed as if stared at you, his eyes trailing down your figure.
“Damn baby.” He groaned.