Camilla's POVThe text read. I had never felt excited about a party before but I was about this one. Why? Because the man I'm fucking is going to be with me. Who knows where else we'll be taking an adventure to this night. The bathroom, the hallways…Get it together Camilla, you're a grown ass woman with a plain white reputation and the last thing it needs was a stain on it. Was I a nympho now?Was this what it feels like for women to only be with me for their body? Pffttt, I was married to this man. So I'd feel less guilty about using him. Or was he using me? Arrghhh, I need to stop overthinking stuff. I was already in the car hoping he'd be by the door to the event hall waiting for me but then as the car stopped, there was no one. He's your bad boy Camilla, not your gentleman.“Did Mr Milano say where he'll be?" I asked the driver. “He didn't communicate through me, ma'am." I stepped out of the car, my Cameron Diaz heels, stroking out before my sapphire dress adorne
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