First thing I noticed were her shoes. 

Ok, not the first thing. That was her ass. Plump, ripe and sexy as hell.

I’d taken her, claimed her and made her mine.

And now, I turn my back for five minutes at the party and she disappears. 

I take a walk outside and sure enough, there she is. 

I’d recognise those shoes and that ass anywhere.

I wait for her to finish eating out whoever she’d picked up before I interrupt.

Her Louboutins aren’t going to be the only red bottoms by the time I’m finished with this cheating slut.