Chapter Nineteen

I woke up to an empty bed for the nth time. Any hope that my husband spent the night in our bed shattered painfully. Who was I kidding? He probably treated all his whores the same way he treated his wife. However, I didn't want to think how many women had the privilege of having my husband's tongue inside them.

I shook off the ugly images that had started to surface and locked my mind into one in particular, the one where he pleasured me on his knees in the shower and then on our bed. And just like that sweet ache started developing in my belly. On top of that I had a raging hangover.

Throwing the sheets away I went into the bathroom. I took a long shower, scrubbed and scrubbed some more but nothing worked. His touches were too deep to bodily wash them off. A silent fear crept in as the possibility of his presence inside my heart and soul gripped me. I couldn't let it happen. Not when I was sure, he would never reciprocate my feelings. Hell, I was still more interested in the financ