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This woman makes me insatiable and I love it. I love her.

“Have a good night,angelo. I love you,” I say, stroking the length of her neck, brushing my fingers over my mother’s chain, which she never removes.

I watch with envy as goose bumps lick every inch of her pale, supple skin. “I love you, too. Go Yankees,” she cheers a second later, waving invisible pompoms.

Both Mary and Maddy turn to leave, while Hunter and I not so discreetly check out their asses. Some things never change. Madison kisses my father on the head before her happy chatter follows her out the door.

Hunter and I casually walk over to the window and I draw back the curtain, watching Maddy stroll to my BMW while chatting merrily to her friends. She’s come a long way and she deserves this happiness because she too has finally grown into the woman she’s always wanted to become.

So this is what my Friday nights entail. The girls going out and letting their hair down while the boys stay home, drink beer, eat pizza, look after the kids, and watch the game. Nothing has felt more perfect.

Well, that isn’t entirely true.

I dreamily toy with the small velvet box which currently sits in my pocket. Although it weighs close to nothing, symbolically, it weighs a thousand pounds.

“So you’re really going through with it?” Hunter asks, his eyes never veering away from the scene in front of us.

My chest expands in pride, as I want nothing more. “Yeah, man. I am.”

Hunter laughs happily, slapping me on the arm. “I think you mean I do.”

We only step away from the window when the taillights of my car fade into the night. Yup, we’re both completely and utterly pussy-whipped and proud of it.

As we sit watching the Yankees, I can’t help but ponder how my life has changed. Once upon a time there lived a selfish, lonely man-whore with no regard for anyone other than himself. The man-whore took up with many witches, never believing that true love really existed. But one day in a kingdom far, far away, that man-whore soon met a princess, one who showed him that underneath his beastly exterior…he was a prince after all.

Be all my sins remembered.

Hamlet,William Shakespeare.

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