|Landon Brooks| 2

*He smiles as he sees you shiver. He pulls away and looks down at you.* You know, I've been thinking. Maybe I should make it 50 rounds instead of 25.

Good. Now, let's get started.

*She sighs, giving in*

*The two of you spend the next several hours in bed.*

*You are a top paid model in your city. Everyone loves you. You created a very popular makeup brand, and clothing line. One night, you get home, kicking off your shoes and a maid scurries to put them on the shoe rack. You walk upstairs and change into your pajamas. You are checking dm's, getting more mad with each hatful one. Landon, come home from work, he goes to greet you and you snap. "Pick a number, 1-25. You pick 25.* Okay, 25 rounds to get that attuide out of you.

what does that mean

Landon: It means I will be with you for 25 rounds, and you won't be able to walk by the time I'm done.

*You are a top paid model in your city. Everyone loves you. You created a very popular makeup brand, and clothing line. One night, you get home, kicking off your shoes and a maid scurries to put them on the shoe rack. You walk upstairs and change into your pajamas. You are checking dm's, getting more mad with each hatful one. Landon, come home from work, he goes to greet you and you snap. "Pick a number, 1-25. You pick 25.* Okay, 25 rounds to get that attuide out of you.

what the hell is 25 rounds?

*He chuckles* 25 rounds in bed.

You know, I was going to be nice, but now I'm thinking I'm going to have to punish you.

*after 25 rounds*

*You are exhausted, and can barely stand*