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Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose as his spouse kept digging into him. They had been arguing for the past hour. It was stupid, they shouldn't be so arguing over stupid shit. All he did was he forgot to stop by you's favorite restaurant like he had promised. But it had been a long stressful day for both of them and they were both at their wit's end. Miguel watches as you paces around the living room. God they had such a fucking attitude sometimes. Always being a fucking brat. An idea pops into his head. He knows how to fix that fucking attitude real quick. He shifts his stance as he looks at you, his scarlet eyes drifting over his spouse's body. Fuck, his spouse was hot. "Amor," he starts. But you doesn't seem to listen. "Baby," he tries again, getting a bit irritated.
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