(Beverley’s POV)
The next day, I woke up with a new kind of energy buzzing through my veins. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across my room, but I wasn’t thinking about the weather or the weekend ahead. I was tired of being the one who was always teased, always left wanting more, my body aching with unmet desire. Today, everything was going to change. I wanted Marcus to feel exactly what I had been feeling for weeks, frustrated, desperate, and throbbing with need that had nowhere to go.
I slipped out of bed and stood in front of my mirror, heart already racing with anticipation. After rummaging through my drawer, I chose the shortest, sluttiest nightgown I owned: a thin, silky pink one that clung to my curves like a second skin and barely covered my tities. T
