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Nathaniel's eyes narrowed as he gazed at Eleanor. He was on the bed sitting at an edge while Eleanor sat at the other edge of the bed. "Come on, Eleanor. Don't be like this," he said, his voice low and husky.
Eleanor rolled her eyes. "I'm not in the mood, Nathaniel. And besides, I need some money to go shopping with my friends."
Eleanor was always after money, once she sees money she loses her sense of reasoning. They just got married yesterday, but she never for once thinks of her duty as a wife.
Nathaniel's face darkened. "You're always asking for money, Eleanor. Can't you see I'm trying to make love to you here?"
Eleanor shrugged. "I don't know, Nathaniel. Maybe if you gave me what I want, I'll give you what you want."
