Chapter Forty-Eight: That's Why

Christopher D’Amico

Elizabeth’s eyes were covered in a blindfold. Her breathing sounded like moans, and every inch of her was erotic.

It was beyond his wildest dreams, and yet there was an audience witnessing this.

There was an audience witnessing his wife.

The wood from the chair containing him crackled as he tried his best to break it so he could rush to her; the hush in the room exaggerated the sound.

"Stop this."

His words were said in a low and careful tone, but for a moment, a stiff tension took over the room.

The cross, which was lowering, hesitated, indicating that the technicians had heard him, but as if calling his bluff, the cross continued until finally, his unbelievably sexy wife was a few feet before him on the ground.

"Ashley!"

Participant One called, causing Christopher to frown.

That was his wife, not 'Ashley'.

He knew best the brown of her hair, the way her lips parted, the colour of her nipples, the curves on her body, the structure of her jawline. He knew Elizabe