39. Emma's Spell

Brandon Henderson's Narrative

Rachel emerged from the bathroom after what felt like a two-hour soak and endless gossip with her friends. She slipped into a sultry set of lingerie, moving with a sexy sway.

I lay on the bed, my hand propped under my head, watching her, but my mind was elsewhere. I was in a different world. I snapped back to reality when she straddled my body, her hands gliding teasingly over my chest as a seductive smile danced on her lips.

"I'm ready to have our own little bundle of joy," Rachel announced, grabbing my full attention. I turned my head slowly, eyeing her curiously and wondering what had gotten into her. Why was she suddenly acting like a nice wife?

"What made you change your mind?" I asked, struggling to clean up the mess of thoughts in my head. It was evident in my tone that I was still bothered by the way she lied to me about Emma's whereabouts.

"You love Julian so much, don't you?" Rachel chuckled, her words laced with a mischievous underton