Juliette then went to her bedroom for a bath, opting for a soak in the tub rather than a shower because she was in dire need of one.
She was walking around her bedroom with her phone plugged into a Bluetooth speaker, playing one of her favorite playlists, starting with Carrie Underwood's Before He Cheats, singing the lyrics and bobbing her head.
“And he doesn’t know, I dug my key into the side of his pretty little supped up four-wheel-drive, I carved my name into his leather seats.” She screamed at the top of her lungs.
She twirled her nude booty in the standing mirror at the wardrobe entrance, singing into the antique silver hairbrush with a floral pattern engraved on the handle.
She danced around the room, closing the curtains to keep prying eyes out and yelling along with the hig
