Revenge Of The Forsaken Wife: Pleasured By His Father
“Maisie, you’re drunk, and you’re hurting. Just trust me on this. You’ll feel better.”
“I don’t want to feel better,” I muttered, my voice thick with emotion. “I just want to sleep and forget.”
“Then do that,” Mila said. “But I won’t let you go home like this. Let me get you a room, okay? You can rest, scream into a pillow, whatever you need to do.”
I hesitated for a moment. “Fine… whatever. Just get me out of here.”
She nodded and strode away. A few minutes later, she returned, dangling a keycard in front of me. “Room 303, third floor,” she said with a smile.