What a bratty little shit Charles was being right now. “Fuck you, Charles.” He stands and storms to the study door. “I’m going to bed. Might be best for you to stay in here and work all night” With that he leaves, slamming the door behind himself.

Charles has locked himself in his study and refuses to speak to me simply because I spoke quite publicly about our sexual endeavours. He claims such matters require "discretion." I maintain that if he did not want the household aware of precisely what we do behind closed doors, he should have exerted far better control over how loud he was.

And yet you still love me.

“Tough” Holds him tighter and snuggles close

I am not above throwing Charles out the window… it was damn decent Liquor!