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Cheating With The Gay Cowboy
John is married to a rich woman, but out of necessity not by choice. When he is introduced to a couple of rugged cowboys who are going to serve him while his wife’s away, right away he knows that temptation is going to come quick and fast....
“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.” I stand on steady legs, as she moves closer to me. I know that I have to put on an act, even if I am dreading the moment. Her tongue swipes against mine and she holds the position, but I can’t seem to return the favor. We pull apart and she just stares at me, smirking. The guests erupt into applause
I turn away from her, allowing her arm to loop into mine and we head down the aisle that was set up in her living room. When we got out of sight of everyone, she pulled her arm away and grabbed my arm. “Remember that we have a deal.” she spoke through clenched teeth.
I nodded, as she let go of my arm. I was fully aware of the fact that my parents had made a deal with the devil. They knew I was gay and were always ashamed of me, so to marry me off was an achievement for them, let alone to a woman as rich as Isabelle. No love would be involved and in return I received, money, a place to live, and would soon provide my parents with a grandchild. No one cared how I felt, because it was a marriage of convenience and that’s all it was.
I watched ass he walked away, feeling nauseated that I was having to go through this. The guests started pouring out of the living room. Each one was smiling, shaking my hand, and wishing me the best. I would just nod and smile, acting like half of the perfect couple. I would play my part, because that was what my parents wanted and in this hick town there wasn’t any other way.
As the reception wore on, I began to get tired of smiling. I was relieved when the guests began to leave. Isabelle and I stood outside, waving. Her arm draped around me, as the last guest took off. When we were free, I glanced at her. “I’m going to bed,” I mumbled.
She grabbed my arm. It was gentle, but forceful. “What? No honeymoon night?” She asked, smiling.
I wondered if she even knew about me, as I rolled my eyes, “Isabelle, I’m not in the mood.”
Our eyes locked and she suddenly released my arm. “Okay, I’ll give you that, but remember why we have this deal...we are destined to have a child together. ”