Diary Of A Married Whóre (3)
SASHA POV
I felt sick when I walked back to the booth.
My husband was still talking, waving his fork around like he was holding court. He didn’t notice my shaking hands, the way my legs threatened to give out beneath me. He didn’t notice anything, not really.
But Derrick did.
I could feel his eyes on me from across the restaurant, the heat of his stare burning through my blouse. I forced myself to smile at my husband, to nod when he bragged about some deal, but every breath I took felt heavy with Derrick’s presence.
The worst part was the truth. He had me. I couldn’t deny it. If he told my husband what had happened in that hotel room, my marriage would be over. My life would be over.
And yet, the memory of Derrick’s mouth, his hands, his voice calling me
