In the dark of the night, Loraine Bryant walked nervously to a room, straightening her silk nightgown with sweaty palms.

This was the first time she’d worn such a revealing nightgown, and she wasn’t wearing any underwear, either.

There was a cool breeze, and the sensation of it brushing past her skin made her tremble.

Loraine spurred herself on.

There was nothing to be afraid of, she reminded herself.

The man in the room was her husband, Marco Bryant, and they had been married for three years. A nightgown like this was made for times Like this.

taking deep, calming breaths, Loraine knocked

and his Lips were slightly

“It’s late. What’s up?”

was ice cold. It

courage she had

do you remember what day

“Get to

eyes became disappointment. Forcing a smile, she said, “It’s our third wedding anniversary. You’ve seemed so busy Lately. But it doesn’t matter; I prepared a

stepped out from behind

Loraine with a smile.

you from

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