One Weekend with the Billionaire
He isn’t quite angry yet, maybe because he’s just building up to it, but he gets up from bed and heads to the shower, still muttering under his breath about how his wife is fucking his boss, and how she’ll never want to have sex with him again now because his dick is too small and he doesn’t have enough money to do anything about it.
Tears fill my eyes as I hear the water turn on and think about all of the things I want to shout at him. What about the fact that he signed the contract first? That he knew that I would be in a position where I’d be tempted to sleep with Braxton? Not that he even knows for sure that I did--but I wouldn’t deny it. Thoughts of being in Braxton’s arms, of what it i