What happened after that mind-blowing orgasm I had on the poker table? I’m glad you asked. Joshua—unbelievably, maddeningly, infuriatingly—pulled away yet again. After he’d driven me to a high unlike anything I'd ever experienced, he just withdrew, mumbling something about an "early morning." Then, he escaped to the bedroom, locking himself in the bathroom as though he couldn’t wait to put as much distance as possible between us.
So I did what any sane woman would do: I brushed it off, went straight to bed, and slept. The next morning, I woke up alone, not at all surprised to find his side of the bed empty. Sasha, our housekeeper, told me that he was already gone and advised me not to expect him home for the rest of the day. The disappointment settled in, quietly simmering beneath the su
