Living in the ShadowsUpdated at Jul 10, 2023, 06:54
As I enter my room, I unbuttoned my dress took off my clothes to hit the shower, and did my usual routine.
While rinsing my hair, I felt a warm hand touch my back, I turned around flustered, "Art! What are you doing here?!" I exclaimed, trying to cover my body with my hands. "Shhh.. you might wake them up.." he said. "I think you drank too much, please go outside, you can sleep on my bed or the couch," I answered shakingly.
My cheeks felt numb and my head was swirling because of too much alcohol intake, but I can see Art clearly in front of me, undressing.
His sexy-clean shaved head, his six-pack abs, his perfect tanned body, broad shoulders, towering height probably around 6'1 to 6'2 complementing my 5'7 height. I just can't stop looking at the view I have right now. I just froze there... I was frozen and my eyes are just examining every inch of what I am seeing. I scanned from his head to toe. I know he noticed it, and I cannot hide what I am feeling at that moment.
"Let me join you Macky." He replied. He leaned towards me... I felt the warm water flow over my body. Or is it the water?
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Hi Readers,
I'm working on my book to give my readers the best reading experience.
I have to update the title from The Secret World of a Married Woman to Living in the Shadows
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Follow the story of a woman hiding in the shadows of her popular husband.
Read Macky's tale of love, passion, and affairs.
Living in the Shadows
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