The White Housewives' Slút Club (6)
Steven gave a knowing smile.
Henry started walking again, carrying me like I weighed nothing. I could feel the heat rising all over me as they headed upstairs.
“Which one’s the room you share with your husband?” Henry asked.
I twisted my head, trying to get my bearings. Everything looked flipped from this angle, but I saw the door.
“That one,” I told him.
Steven stepped in first and pushed open the door to my room. Henry followed, carrying me in his arms like I was nothing but a weightless feather. The moment the door clicked shut behind us, I knew there was no turning back.
He dropped me onto the bed with a playful grunt, and my dress slid up over my waist, leaving my black thong exposed. I caught my reflection in the mirror beside the bed. My li
