My Fake Husband Wants A Threesome
“Apparently, it is bad for my case. And I just thought… why is it always me? Why does happiness always disappear right when I think I finally have it?”
He starts to speak, but I lift my hand to stop him. “I am done being sad about it, Julian.” My fingers find the tie of my robe and pull it loose. The fabric falls from my shoulders and lands on the floor, showing the silk of my nightgown that fits my body like another layer of skin.
His gaze travels over me, slow and purposeful. I can see the muscles in his jaw grow tight, a fire starting in his eyes.
I take a step closer, the silk moving against my skin, a cool feeling that lights a reckless feeling inside me. “I think I have finally discove