GUILTY PLEASURE

I spent the night at the wedding gift mansion gifted to me by my parents after Stalin and I got married. I was so focused on getting married to the man who I thought liked me first that I didn't see any red flags at first. Everyone around me tried to talk me out of it but I wouldn't cave in . I honestly thought that they didn't want me to be happy or something. We got into a big fight with my parents and my best friend. We've been married for only two years but we've had issues like people who have been together for an eternity.

I know you're probably wondering why I married this guy. A little bit of back story. Around 3 years ago I met Stalin in a fashion event hosted by a close acquaintance. He approached me with this act that made me think that he was actually a gentleman in need of a woman who was ready to start something serious. I actually thought my life would be wonderful to have such a man. He had rushed to propose to me after only three months and I was ecstatic about it. I couldn't help but show off the ring which I later on knew was a fake. My parents besides the disapproval helped with the arrangements. Not long after the wedding he started acting suspicious. He started taking his phone calls outside and when I'd appear he'd hang up immediately and start laughing like a goat. I started convincing myself that he was probably planning a surprise which was the most stupid thought I'd ever had. I didn't tell anyone at first since having parents who would kill for you is something else. I followed the fool one day and saw him with a girl who looked too young for him. He didn't know that that hotel was owned by Dell's dad. I asked the staff to help me since they knew that he was my husband. They told me that he had come here several times with different ladies every time and had always booked the same hotel room. Just how stupid can someone be? People usually don't go to places where they can easily get caught by people who know you can see you. But I guess he just couldn't care less.

He even had the audacity to bring even some of them whores here and have sex on our bed!! The stench of them bitches was stuck in the bedroom and some of their hair and make up left in the bedroom on my fucking dresser. The audacity and entitlement is actually lost on me. I had to sleep in the guest room. I'm actually regretting spending the night here. I was lucky that he wasn't home because sometimes he attempts to force himself on me but Luke , my chauffer| bodyguard , is always there to save me almost every single time. Sometimes he held me too tight other times he attempts to slap me but there's much he can do since I'm a model. If suspicious bruises are seen on me people will talk about him and there's nothing worse than what people think about you. My fans might not even take it nicely they might stalk him and find out more than they are supposed to know. That's kind of my leverage. I've been avoiding jail all my life can't go now, so I can't kill him.

we are rarely seen together during events since he's too busy looking for women to RSVP yes.

Sleeping here was a big mistake. I did not sleep a wink. I finally drag myself out of bed at around 7 in the morning. I do some yoga for like 30 minutes and take a long shower afterwards. I style my hair and gather it into a claw clip. I go for a white turtle neck and an A-line skirt with a bib that's just above my knees and a pair of black Christian Louboutins. And of course my rimless photo chromatic glasses.