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Noah
Fuck, I forgot I’m not the only one with a wife anymore. I kind of liked it when I was.
Jo
Sorry, Noah, I am so completely wifed up and we love that for me.
Jordan
I, particularly, love that for you. And for me.
It was Jordan and Jo’s wedding I was at when Evan finished the brief we kind of, sort of argued about that night in the conference room weeks ago. The sort of argument that ended with me fucking her against a window with her skirt around her waist, her underwear still on, and my pants around my thighs. The night we haven’t spoken about since but that I can’t think about without getting hard.
I can barely look at her without getting hard, and that is really inconvenient for me since I still can’t stand her, but my body doesn’t seem to be getting the message. Focusing on my phone so I don’t look up at where she’s sitting right across from me, I watch the chats roll in.
Noah
How much do you all love me?
Hannah
Husband, I love you the most.
Noah
Shit, Han. You can’t call me that when I’m at work for the next eight hours. You know what that word does to me.
Elliot
I really don’t know how to answer that question. Not as much as I love Amelia.
Amelia
Aw, El. I love when you profess your love in the group chat.
Elliot
Mystery Girl, I’ll profess my love for you anytime, anywhere. Loving you out loud is my favorite thing.
Amelia
*fans self*
Noah
Okay, this is nice and all, but back to me.
Jordan
Okay but seriously, are you sure Mom didn’t accidentally fuck up the birth order? You really do give youngest child energy.
Me
You want to be the one to ask Pamela Wyles if she forgot what order she birthed her children in?
Elliot
Let me know when you do that. I would really like to be there.
