“BIG d***s AND BUTT HOLES”
CHAPTER 41
MARCUS
My wife thinks I'm a consultant.
At least that's what I tell her when I kiss her goodbye every morning. That's also what I tell my neighbours, the teachers at my kid's school and my mother-in-law who still sends me birthday cards.
Consultant is a nice, clean word thT doesn't leave marks on your skin of guilt in your chest when you come back home.
The coffee machine beeped, and I pressed the button, watching the dark liquid drip into the mug. Steam curled upward, carrying that bitter scent through the kitchen. I could hear Elena's soft and unhurried footsteps padding across the tiles behind me.
"Morning, sleepyhead."
Her arms wrapped around my waist, as her warm body pressed into mine from behind. She pressed her lips against my shoulde
