I felt my stupid heart pounding hard, as if that could fix the mess I had gotten myself into.
Seeing the napkin in front of my eyes, like a symbol of my sins due to alcohol and having gone to the wrong party, was something I hadn't counted on. I confess it made me forget my troubles, because now they had increased, and honestly, at this rate, I could be called “The Woman with the Worst Luck in the World.”
"I don't think your wife would like you refreshing my memory." I retorted venomously, trying to ignore that expensive and sensual scent lingering in my nose.
"And what if she doesn't like it?" He whispered in my ear. I felt his hot breath making even my eyelashes stand on end.
"Well, you should be ashamed of taking advantage of two women. They say cheaters' pe**ises fall off." I retor
