Patra’s POV
“f*****g bitches!”
I dropped into the chair, letting my full weight sink into it as frustration burned through me. I wish I could drop my frustrations there—stand up and feel unburdened.
Charles had just wheeled a giant bouquet of flowers into the office. For Rosa.
For Miss-goody-two-shoes Rosa.
And me?
I was only remembered when he didn’t find her sitting in the office like the obedient lovely wife he imagined she still was.
Now he was talking about a real marriage certificate.
And Rosa was getting laid down more frequently than a mattress in a cheap brothel that she didn’t care to have a conversation with. And I was the stupid one calling her in the middle of an orgasm after she butt-picked my f*****g call!
I scoffed loudly, the sound bitter even to my own ears. Ch
