RONAN;
“It's Natalie!” She grunted. Her voice roared in the roof. I turned to look at her and her eyes had even gone dim.
She stood, one hand hidden behind her. She walked toward me, I didn't flinch. I stood my ground, she stopped an inch away from me.
“Strip!” She yelled. I scoffed. Took a step closer to her.
“I beg your pardon?” I looked down at her almost bare body. Her skin shone under the lace lingerie, the open windows and a light bulb that stood directly above us supplied the room with enough light.
No doubt, Natalie was a beautiful woman. A beautiful, frustrated, divorced woman. On that night when I had her, I was drunk. Stinkingly drunk. My only regret when I sobered up was that she could have been someone else’s wife. A married woman.
But right now, as I stood before he
