Audiobook - Adult - Nadia Bowers

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Nick and I, we sometimes laugh, laugh out loud at the horrible things women make their husbands due to prove their love, the pointless tasks, the myriad sacrifices, the endless small surrenders. We call these men the dancing monkeys he comes when I call and look how well groomed, where this doctor that do this chore now and do the show. I want to get a chance. And by that I mean now and definitely definitely give up the things you love for me, so I will have proof that you love me best. It's the female pissing contest as we swan around our book clubs and our cocktail hours. There are few things women love mawr than being able to detail. The sacrifices are men make for us a call and response and the response being Oh, that's so sweet. I am happy not to be in that club. I don't partake. I don't get off on emotional coercion. Enforcing Nick to play some happy hubby roll the shrugging, cheerful, dutiful, taking out the trash honey roll, every wife's dream man. The counterpoint. Every man's fantasy of the sweet, hot, laid back woman who loves sex and a stiff drink. I like to think I'm confident and secure and mature enough to know Nick loves me without him constantly proving it. I don't need pathetic dancing monkey scenarios to repeat to my friends. I'm content with letting him be himself. I don't know why women find that so hard. When I get home from dinner, my cab pulls up Justus Nick is getting out of his own taxi and he stands in the street with his arms out to me in a huge grin on his face. Baby and I run and jump up into his arms and he presses a stubbly cheek against mine. What did you do tonight? I asked. Some guys are playing poker after work, so I hung around for a bit. Hope that was okay. Of course, I say more fun than my knight, who all showed up. Oh, Campbell and Endsley. And they're dancing monkeys. Boring. You dodged a bullet, A really lame bullet. He squeezes me into him those strong arms and hauls me up the stairs. God, I love you, he says. Then comes sex in a stiff drink in a night of sleep in a sweet, exhausted rats tangle in our big soft bed. Poor may