Thirty-one: Audrina Bianchi

Thirty-one:

Audrina Bianchi

The dress that was left out for me to wear didn’t provide much coverage. I’d worn less at photoshoots but it was different when I wasn’t given a warning before hand. And someone I hated was making me wear the thing. It was off the shoulder, backless, and red. I had no idea how I was going to wear it. I also didn’t want to be wearing it while I met my young daughter for the first time. But I knew what would happen if I didn’t wear it.

I left my hair down and once I finished, there was a knock on the bedroom door. “Audrina?” I heard Andre call. “Are you ready? Our guests are here.”

I took a deep breath. Then I opened the door.

Andre’s eyes roamed over my body, and I tried hard to keep my face perfectly neutral even though the lust he had for me was making me want to throw up. I had never once wanted him the way that he wanted me. I couldn’t understand why he wouldn’t just let me go. But Andre was all about control.

It wasn’t that he loved me. It was