Chapter Eleven

NAYA'S POV

Oh God, what did I do?

But when I remembered what happened, I couldn't help the smile that hung on my lips. I finally had sex, not with some random horny man, with my husband whom I swore to hate until I got a divorce in eight months.

"Oh Naya, you're such a whore"

I whispered as the memories of what happened last night flooded my head.

Several hours into the night I was still drunk and William was acting like a doting husband, he searched online on what to sober me up quickly, after forcing me to drink lots of water, I'm sure I drank over a gallon, he got me ice cream from the fridge, because it was one of the homemade remedy to sober up, but I was still drunk, he was beside me when I ran into the toilet to throw up, he held my hair up and patted my back too, he listened to my unending rants and answered my questions patiently.

He was so around me that I became so engrossed to his care, when I asked for a dance, complaining that he didn't dance with me at the bar like the