Married, Desperate and Paying in Flesh (Part 07)
She tasted temptation, felt the guilt, and finally decided enough was enough.
The morning light, thin and hesitant, bled through the gaps in the hotel room’s heavy drapes, painting the ceiling in shades of bruised peach and pale gold. My eyelids fluttered open, heavy with sleep and the lingering haze of last night’s excesses. A solid weight pressed against my back, a warm, reassuring presence that was definitely not my husband. Jack’s arm, strong and muscled, lay draped over my waist, his fingers s...