Continuation

It was as if Tori wanted to drive home one more time that she had my wife beaten in every category. Looks, body, sex appeal. And if these things were the only thing that mattered, she was surely the victor.

But she wasn't.

I looked at her, sitting there so confident, so convinced that she had won. The smug look on her face was almost enough to just make you want to put her in her place, but her smooth, sexy breasts, just bursting from her slim body, barely contained by her bra, was enough to take a step back. 

She thought she had me beat. She had me sitting in silence as she carried out this madness, convinced she had worn me down enough to have broken me. Sure, she was certainly sexy, there was no denying that. And... there had been moments of weakness on my part, but I wasn't so easily conquered. 

If I couldn't handle a tough negotiation, I wouldn't be here. And I always did