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Charlotte still remembered the night that Taylor had first laid his hands on her in a way that was something other than loving. She had come home late from her shift at the restaurant that they had both been working at when they met. Taylor wasn't working there any longer, he was a mechanic that worked long hours and brought in the majority of the money in the household. He had been angry because she got off late. She had tried to explain it as someone had called in sick and with rent due in a few days, Charlotte had figured it was a good idea to stay at work for just three more hours on a Friday night but Taylor had had a surprise dinner ready. He'd been so angry that she hadn't appreciated his efforts that nothing Charlotte could say was able to calm him down. She had written that off as a one time deal, until it happened again. And then again. And again.

And now, Charlotte expected Taylor to lash out at her. She had taken to doing her schooling online so that she was able to clean around the house more. She did her best to keep up with her chores. As Taylor put it, he pulled in most of the money and he worked such long hours, doing such hard work that he shouldn't have to lift a finger while he was in the home that he had more or less singlehandedly paid for, for them to move into. Charlotte agreed, she knew Taylor was right and God, she loved him. She just wanted to do good by him, make him happy, and proud.

Realizing that she was running late for work, Charlotte had rushed out of their house without even considering the fact that she hadn't gotten supper ready for Taylor when he got home. Usually she had something prepared so that all he had to do was heat it up but she had had no time, having slept over her alarm.

Charlotte stepped through the door, sliding her flats off of her feet with a small groan. Her feet were killing her and all she wanted to do was rest after a long day of serving. Frowning when she looked up and already noticed several beer bottles on the kitchen counter, Charlotte felt a dizzying amount of dread flow through her veins. Swallowing around the lump in her throat, Charlotte slowly inched into the living room that was just around the corner from the kitchen. Taylor was leaning backin his recliner, where Charlotte had known she would find him. That didn't worry her though, the part that did was the box of pizza that was splayed out across their coffee table. She opened and closed her mouth several times, "Hey," she finally settled with, not even sure what to say at this point. She knew she had messed up, she didn't need Taylor to tell her that and yet, she knew he would set the standard for how the rest of the day went.

Taylor turned his head towards to her, tipping the beer bottle in his hand in the same direction as if welcoming her to a party. "Hey babe, how was work..?" he asked her, a hint of malice in his voice. He began to rise to his feet, his long body swaying slightly as an effect from all the beer. He began to slowly walk towards her, waiting for her to dare answer him.

As she began to open her mouth to talk, Taylor tossed the bottle toward her, it whizzing past her head and shattering with a loud clang against the wall. "I hope it was fucking great! Because my day? My day was long. I was working hard all day to bring home some hard earned money to keep you fed and housed, and I get home to find there isn't even a meal ready for me." he shouted, his hands tensing at his sides, knuckles crackling under the pressure. In one quick move he had grabbed a fist of her hair and pulled her head down towards the pizza box on the coffee table." you see that? " he challenged, shoving her head closer to it, "Instead, I had to spend more of MY money one a greasy pizza, because my girl was too busy piss in about to cook something out of the groceries I also spend my wages on". He let go of her head, leaving her crouched on the floor. He turned his back and sat back down in his recliner. "make some use of yourself and go clean that up" he pointed at the broken bottle. "Then go get me another beer." he told her, his eyes trained firmly on the TV once again.

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Charlotte’s stomach dropped as Taylor started to stand. She took a slight step backward, knowing all too well what running from him would do. Whatever she was about to face would end up being a hundred times worse if she tried to run from Taylor. Opening her mouth to answer his question, Charlotte let out a sharp gasp as he threw his bottle. She flinched away from the noise, her lips parted as a stray tear fell from the corner of her eyes. She had started to shake, knowing that Taylor was volatile, she was desperate to ease his anger in any way that she could. She knew he would hurt her, it was just up to her to make him happier so maybe he wouldn’t be as harsh with her.

Whimpering as Taylor shoved her to her knees, Charlotte’s eyes widened as her face was all but shoved into the pizza. She had started to cry by now, feeling completely useless. “I’m sorry. I overslept,” she answered his rant, her voice sounding weak as she curled her shoulders in on herself.

Charlotte slowly rose to her feet, bracing herself on the coffee table. She picked up the pizza, carrying it into the kitchen where she put it away. Grabbing another beer, Charlotte popped the cap before bringing it out to Taylor. She then turned to grab some paper towels and a broom to clean up the broken bottle with, not in the order Taylor had told her to but she thought it might be best not to keep him waiting on another beer.

When she finished, Charlotte lingered in the living room doorway with her arms wrapped around herself. “Is it... is it okay if I go study..?” Charlotte was always careful to ask Taylor permission to do things when he was home, not wanting to upset him if he would prefer her to do something else. She had the next few days off from work since it was only part time so even if Taylor wanted her to do something, she would end up studying later.

"Stop crying." Taylor demanded, as he glared at her, curled up like a child on the floor. He hated how she made herself seem so meek and helpless whenever they had a disagreement. If she was that afraid, she would've just done as he asked of her. Taylor didn't think he wanted for much, he worked hard at the garage, and all he expected was for his house to be kept well for him and for his meals to be ready when he was hungry. He brought home the most money, so he couldn't see why that should be an issue to Charlptte, she only worked part time.

Taylor grumbled a thanks as she handed him the beer, his attention engrossed in the television screen. He was watching an older action film with Liam neeson in it that he hadn't seen yet.

His attention didn't stray from the screen until he heard his girlfriend taking to him from the doorway across the room. "Go study? No, I haven't seen you since 6am this morning, come watch TV" he snapped, holding an arm out for her, motioning for her to snuggle in next to him on the armchair. When she sat, he kissed her forehead, wrapping his arm around her pulling him in close to his chest. "I'm sorry babe" he whispered in to her hair "You know how I get when I come home and seems like nothing's been done around the house. I don't mean to get so mad, but I work long hard hours, I don't think it's too much to expect some food ready for me is it?" He said softly kissing her head again.

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Charlotte’s brows pulled together in confusion when taylor held his arm out for her. She hadn’t particularly expected him to want her to spend time with him after such a screw up on her part. She couldn’t even blame it on anything else because she had slept past her alarm. It took her a moment to respond before she approached Taylor, obediently curling into his side. She let out a quiet sigh, her eyes fluttering shut as she pressed herself to him. His apology meant the world to her because she knew that he meant it, that she was at fault. If she had just gotten up in time, she would have been able to make a meal for him like a good girlfriend would.

“No. It’s not. And I’m sorry that I didn’t make a meal for you. I don’t know why I slept in so much. It’s not an excuse either...” Charlotte trailed off, chewing on the inside of her lip. “I just wish I could do better for you,” she admitted in a small voice, looking up to Taylor with a small frown. “But. I will do better from now on. I promise, okay?” Charlotte murmured, leaning forward to press a kiss to his lips.

Taylor pulled her in nice and close to him, burrying her head in her hair as she spoke, he gently carressed her knee as she apologised, happy that she could see the wrong in what she had done. "Just make sure it doesnt happen again Char, and we're all good. You will do better babe, it's all just about learning, and today was a lesson for you to learn from. You need me to get you an alarm clock?" he asked her, still rubbing her knee as he looked down into her gorgeous face.

He could see the tear stains running through her make-up and gently wiped a finger through them before planting a kiss on her lips, holding her face up to his genlty by the chin. "I don't want to see any more tears either, okay babe? tears are for babies and weak people. You're not weak right? You're my strong girl?" he told her, pulling her in close once again, his tattoed arms encasing her body against his chest.

He had thought about asking Charlotte to marry him a couple of times, but he needed to make sure that she was 100% the dutiful wife he would need her to be first. When they first got together she hadn't even been close to what he needed. She had come home late without explanation, expected him to be okay to coming home to a messy house at the end of the day and on several seperate occasions she had just left the house without even telling him where she was going, for how long and was that okay with him. Slowly she had been learning though, and he was now beginning to look at rings for her.

Charlotte shook her head almost immediately when Taylor offered to buy her an alarm clock. It wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate the offer or something, it was just that she didn’t want him having to spend any more money on her. Especially since it had just been a silly mistake. Clearing her throat, Charlotte offered a small smile to hopefully reassure him of that. “No, I think I’ll try changing my ring tone first. I think it’s just that my subconscious is tuning it out because it’s been the same tone for so long. Maybe if that doesn’t work, we can look into an alarm clock then.”

Sniffling at Taylor’s next words, Charlotte started nodding immediately as she reached up to wipe away the remaining tear tracks. She swallowed, looking up to him with a shy smile. “Yeah. I’m your strong girl,” she answered him, wrapping her fingers into the material of his shirt. She gave it a light squeeze to reassure herself that Taylor wasn’t angry with her any longer.

Clearing her throat, Charlotte shifted around a bit until she was more comfortable. “Next semester is my last one at school. Then I can get a better paying job, that way the burden isn’t all on you,” she murmured, trailing her hands up to her shoulders where she began to massage lightly. “Do you want me to try to find something more full time or do you want me to stick with something more part time?”

Taylor shook his head, he didn't understand why she was working so hard and paying so much money to get a college education when she knew he was here to look after her. "Stick with part time sweetheart, somebody needs to be here to take care of the house. Besides, earning the money isnt a burden as long as you play your part and keep everything running smoothly for when I come home home to you" he told her gently, nuzzling his head in to her neck and kissing it gently, moving his lips down to where she was massaging. he shifted in the seat, pulling her up on to his lap as he continued to plant slamm kisses on her shoulders. "And you know I love coming home to you" he mumbled in to her skin.

His hand wound it's way in to her hair ahir, pulling softly but not enough to hurt her. "You sure are my strong girl" he whispered, his free arms wrapping itself around her waist pulling her in close against him. This was how Taylor got after they faought, his moods could be unpredictible, sometimes staying enraged for hours at a time, other felling tender and loving- more often than not, he got horny. One could probably assume it was due to the rush of testosterone he got when fighting with Charlotte, that made him feel hyper-masculine.

"Ithink you hsould just forget about that college nonsense and focus on the life you have now, maybe work your way up to manager at the restaurant" he muttered against her skin again. He had never been on board withbthe college thing, but hadcompromised to allow her to do it online.

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Charlotte was relieved when Taylor pulled her tight against his body. She knew that he was horny but that meant he was letting go of their earlier argument and she didn’t have to be so afraid of what he may or may not do to her. A shiver ran down her spine as Taylor continued littering her shoulder with kisses, her eyes slipping shut as she gave an encouraging roll of her hips. She was desperate for Taylor’s touch, she had fallen head over heels in love with him and she craved his attention always.

“I can’t,” Charlotte answered simply, shaking her head at the suggestion of becoming the restaurant’s manager. “They work full time, remember? And they work every weekend basically...” she trailed off, knowing the reminder would be enough for Taylor. Usually she only worked one or two weekend nights as opposed to all three of them.

“It’ll be better hours once I find a vet that will hire me. Better hours, that way I can focus even more on the house. I’ll only be working, not school and work on top of it,” Charlotte murmured, reaching down to tug her shirt up over her shoulders. She would prefer they retire to the bedroom but she wouldn’t insist, anything to keep him in his good mood, Charlotte was willing to do.

Taylor could feel a stirring in his pants as Charlotte rolled her hips against his lap, a small moan of want escaping his mouth. "Oh yeah, no manager so" he mumbled, gently sinking his teeth in to her bottom lip. "I love you Char" he told her, slipping his thumbs through the belt loops on the back of her jeans and pulling her towards him. he couldnt have her working full weekends, that was his time off and he wanted her here with him.

His hands delicately brushed over her chest as she removed her shirt, unable to take much more of her teasing, he stood up from the chair, holding her up against him by the ass as he hurried her to the bedroom. Throwing her down on the bed, Taylor removed his own shirt, exposing the tattoos which covered his arms. he lay over her, his arms holding his weight up off her body, each muscle tensing as she slowly kissed her neck leaving a trail all the way down to her stomach.

"Just as long long as you dont bring every second stray in here, thats fine by me" he told her absentmindedly, his head tied up in the task at hand.

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Charlotte moaned softly as Taylor's teeth grazed his bottom lip. Her eyes fluttered shut as she ran a hand up through his hair, giving a gentle tug as she shivered. "I love you, too," she answered back, not even having to think twice about her reply. Letting out a little squeal as she was lifted up into the air, she couldn't help but smirk down at Taylor as they entered the bedroom. She kicked her foot out to close the door as they moved. While they lived alone on a pretty decent sized lot, there was someone that was weird about having sex with the door open still.

Her eyes lit up as she watched Taylor begin to undress, leaning up a bit so that she could watch him. "Damn, how'd I manage to find someone as sexy as you?" She joked, dropping back down with a soft moan as Taylor started to kiss down her torso. Charlotte reached down, tugging at Taylor's belt as she arched off of the bed. She couldn't help but giggle at Taylor's comment, looking up to him with a wide smile.

"Aww, why not? I promise to behave real good..." Charlotte purred, slipping her hand into his boxers. Her fingers wrapped around his cock, giving a few lazy pumps. "Like this," she murmured, leaning up to nip at his collarbone. "Let me show you..." she trailed off, urging him to roll over onto his back. Charlotte was feeling a bit more brave than usual. She didn't normally take control in the bedroom, that was Taylor's thing but she wanted to impress him and show him just how good she could be to him. It would either go real well or terribly wrong, Charlotte was hoping for the former.

Taylor yanked her trouser down in one swift move, and carefully slide them over her feet letting them drop to the floor. He looked down on her hungrily and chuckled, a deep one from the pits of his stomach. "oh baby, I ask myself that about you every morning I wake up next to you" he whispered in to her ear. His hand had just started to make their way in to her underwear when he felt her opening down his belt and Slipping her petite hands around his cock. He left out a deep grown and decided to let her go with her thing for a while, if he wasn't in to it he knew she would do as he said.

He rolled on to his back, pulling down his jocks he let his large pens spring free. "you've got him all revved up Char" he said with a small laugh, laying his head back on the bed to let her try whatever she had probably read in cosmo this week.

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Charlotte blinked, a seed of doubt curling itself into the back of her mind. She hadn't really expected that Taylor would let her take control but she knew it wouldn't happen again any time soon so she was just going to go with what she thought best. She had been with Taylor long enough that she knew what he liked so she was just going to go off of that. Lifting her one leg up, Charlotte straddled Taylor's waist. Rolling against him, she couldn't help but gasp as a wave of need washed over her.

"Taylor," Charlotte whimpered, reluctantly lifting herself up off of him as he reached between their bodies. Guiding Taylor's tip to her entrance, Charlotte sank down onto him in one, fluid motion. "Fuck," she whispered as she settled into a fast, hard pace. She braced her hands on his chest, focused on pleasing Taylor.

Taylor moaned loudly ashe teased him, his hand ds reaching in to her hair and pulling gently. He was giving her a minute and if she hadn't picked up by then he was taking over.

All of a sudden a sudden rush of pleasure Washed over him as Charlotte inserted him into her, going fast and rough from the get go. "Fuck Vharlotge" he moaned as he Grabbed. Dulls of her ass squeezing hard, moving his hips in line with her to pump his junk in to her fully. Surprisingly, it did t take long for him to blow his load, and he let out a loud grown almost animalistic. He pulled Charlotte off of him and pulled her in next to his side. Caressing her hair.

"Where did you learn that?" he quizzed, his breath heavy and rapid.

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Charlotte was admittedly a bit disappointed when she found herself pulled into Taylor's side. She squeezed her thighs together, doing her best to ignore the ache between them. It seemed that she had impressed Taylor and that was enough to make her happy. Biting down on her lip, she shrugged as she snuggled into his side.

"I just thought you'd like it. I mean, it's not very often that I'm on top and I thought it would just be interesting for you," she murmured, drawing designs on his chest. She hoped she hadn't overstepped and Taylor wasn't thinking that she had cheated on him or something else equally ridiculous.

He held her close, able to feel her heart beating against the side of chest. His cock was still reeling from the pleasure, as it slowly became flaccid once again. Usually liking to take control in the bedroom, Taylor was surprised that he enjoyed it so much. It just went to show though, just how well Charlotte knew him. she knew exactly how he liked to take her and had just given it right back to him.

"just as long as I'm the only one you're keeping interested" he teased, although only half joking with her. He figured she probably had learned it from one of the magazines or shows that women seemed to like so much, but if he ever found out she was cheating he would smash that guys face in. "You're everything I ever wanted, you know that?" he whispered, turning to face her in the bed histattoed arms holding her protectively against him. "I love you to pieces Charlottle". with that he settled down next to her, his face nuzzling in to the back of her neck aas he closed his eyes to rest.

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Taylor's words sent a chill running down her spine, in a way that made a pit harden in Charlotte's stomach. All she could think about was the idea of cheating on him. She would never even dream of it, it was a thought that had never once crossed her mind and suddenly, she was afraid that Taylor thought she had. She shook her head, sitting up a bit straighter. She leaned over his chest, leaning forward to press a passionate kiss to his lips. "No. Never. I love you so much for that," she murmured, brushing her thumb over his chest.

Charlotte laid quietly as Taylor cuddled into her and it wasn't long before she found herself drifting off. Hr eyes fluttered shut and she gave Taylor's arm a gentle squeeze before falling asleep completely. She was exhausted after her day yat work and after everything that had happened after she got home that there was no really hope in her fighting the fatique that was embedded in her.