ANAIAH’S POV
Michael was back again in the afternoon for another session of having s*x, I was tired of the way he was going. It was as if the only thing he ever thought of when he looked at me or when he was with me was all the ways that he could f**k me so that he couldn't successfully make me pregnant. Lately, he was spending more time having s*x instead of performing his alpha duties. It was as if I was his main job and the only problem was that he was failing dismally at the task that he had given himself. But I dared not call him a failure to his face.
“Michael, I am tired. Can we just skip this and do it tonight?” I asked him and he ignored me so he continued taking off his clothes. Even foreplay had gone out the window and now I was being tolerated as if I was just here to satisfy
