Present,
Jamie stared at the couch where he had s*x with the woman he had cursed every day before that. A long shower wasn't enough to get rid of his guilt; he wanted to pour gasoline all over the cushions and light a match on it.
Knowing he had cheated would torture him forever. Then came creeping the most immoral thought: his thirst for more. He'd never been as comfortable with another woman as he had been with Siggy. Her willingness to satisfy him and try additional things was a dangerous catalyst. He needed to dispose of his sin or he'd live in hell forever.
Valeria placed her purse on a coat rack by the entrance. She pulled her ponytail holder out of her hair and let her locks fall over her shoulder. Realizing the kitchen lights were on, she walked towards it, finding Jamie sitting
