Noah's POV
Laila was waiting for me when I retired to our bedroom. She was dressed in transparent silk nithie, she wore nothing beneath it. Her black hair flowed down her back, but as always, she had that devilish glint in her eyes that I've come to dislike about her. She walked up to me like a wild cat stalking its prey.
"Share a drink with me,husband." Laila handed over a cup of wine to me. I took it from her and drowned it in a gulp.
"You seem thirsty." She purred sweetly in her cat-like voice.
"Pour me another glass." I instructed. She did as I said, and I drank it again with the same speed as I had done with the last. I needed to get drunk to help myself forget all the stress of the past month.
""Long day?"
"Yes. Trying to restore all that has gone bad in three yea
