CC and Jackson had always had an understanding in their relationship; CC gave orders, Jackson took them. That’s how CC liked it. She was a princess from the time she was born. Daddy gave her the pony, and the ring, and the purse. She was spoiled. Rotten.
By the time ten o clock rolled around, and then passed by, CC was becoming annoyed. She didn’t necessarily hate or loathe her husband, she enjoyed his company…when no one else was there to give it. And for as much as she hated to admit it, he was much better in bed then Carlos.
Still, that old bastard kept her up past her strict bed time of 10 pm sharp with out so much as a phone call, and for that she would make him pay.
CC went to the bathroom and grabbed Jacksons toothbrush.
This will show that rat fuck whats up
She gently stroked the inside of the toilet bowl with a diligence normally reserved for mexican pool boys and drunken frat guys.
After replacing the brush to its original position CC got warmly back into bed and went to sleep.
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