Matched to His Fox by Lorelei M. Hart6/24/2023 ![]() It’d been in both our names because in the beginning, when Jared finished his day job, he’d been the host with the most, greeting customers, seating them, and taking reservations. I’d put the restaurant I’d built in his name. I was leaving him the house because I didn’t want a long, drawn out legal battle, which would end up costing us a fortune, and where we’d emerge bruised and battered, not even sure who’d won. The spite in Jared’s voice reminded me of tiny arrows, not tinged with love, but with venom, zipping through the air and piercing my skin. ![]() ![]() And it was a good one until my mate got bored and decided to look outside our relationship for affection. Putting our careers first before we started a family was the plan. “Having separate bathrooms, if you can afford it, is the secret to a long and happy relationship.” We’d mated in our early twenties and now were both in our late thirties. “Of course, I do.” He’d told me I’d thank him one day. My reaction when Jared sneakily added in his and his bathrooms had been, “You don’t want to share a shower with me?” “Don’t be ridiculous,” he retorted. And don’t get me started on viewing them on a tablet or worse, a phone. ![]()
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